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"Mother, I'm home.." Sarada called into the house, walking up to the wooden kitchen table and setting down her backpack neatly. Her mother came in soon afterwards and smiled at her daughter, eyes wrinkling in affection. Sarada would never have any idea how precious she was to Sakura. Her and Sasuke both.

"How was school today?"

"It was fine. Normal, like always...Boruto being an idiot again."

Here we go again, Sakura thought. "What happened this time?"

Suddenly, Sarada went silent. After a few moments of unusual stillness, Sakura turned to find that her daughter had turned bright red. "Whoa, now I really need to know, what happened?"

"Nothing important," Sarada mumbled, before getting out her homework from her beige book bag. "I have to go somewhere. I'll be right back." With that, she disappeared into thin air. All Sakura had done was blink.

"Weird," she spoke aloud, sighing and putting her hands on her hips, "I'll have to find out what's up later."

Meanwhile, Sarada was running to her most favorite place in the village, the forest. For some reason, she had always felt wild and free in the forest, covered by protective trees. It made her feel comforted. Sarada wasn't sure if she would be able to face her parents ever again.

Bolt hadn't exactly been an idiot. In fact, he was actually telling a truthful fact for once. It was just really, really, inappropriate. Yup. Bolt taught her how babies were made. The birds and the bees. And it was nothing how Sarada had originally thought it would be.

She sighed, slumping against a rather large and shady oak tree and staring up at the cloudy sky. She could have sat there and just stared for hours. Sarada had always been an observer. Personally, she thought that her inquisitive personality was a gift. But that was just her. Apparently, others didn't think so. That's why her observations of Boruto could not be spoken of, ever. He'd never speak to her again. The thought alone made her feel a bit sick.

"Funny to see you here," a feminine voice sneered. Sarada's head snapped up to see a brunette from her class. She groaned internally. The brunette had recently been stressing her about helping her understand the current subject, the Kyuubi's attack. She figured that her attempts of avoiding and ignoring the girl had gone in vain and made her desperate.

"Look, I'm busy right now-"

"Doing what? Cloud watching?" The girl mocked her. Sarada's eyes narrowed.

"I have my own problems. You have yours. Now buzz off." Okay, so maybe she was being a little cold. Whatever. It's not like she needed friends anyway.

"You'll pay for this!" She fumed, glaring angrily at Sarada before storming off. Sarada's eyes returned to the sky.

When the sun had begun to set, she had already finished her homework and thought about everything that seemed to be bothering her. Her mother told her that keeping a diary was good, but Sarada didn't dare. She knew it was only an excuse to see what was going on in her life and how she was feeling. She didn't like invasions of privacy. Sarada stood up and brushed all the dust and dirt off of her red skirt. Her glasses had begun to get blurry, and she knew that once she got home, she would have to wash them. She didn't know what she would do without them.

Sarada was surprised to see that her mother had been waiting for her to return right by the door, anxiously. A second after she had shut the door, Sarada found herself face to face with an extremely concerned Sakura Uchiha.

"Honey?! Are you alright? What happened? Why didn't you come home earlier? When you missed dinner, I began to get really worried-"

"I'm sorry, mother. I was just working on my homework, it was particularly hard this time." Sarada lied, cutting off her mother's rambling, not wanting to withstand a lecture for an hour. "I have to wash my glasses," she added quickly to avoid further questioning.

As Sarada busied herself with cleaning the dirt off of her red glasses, Sakura couldn't help but feel that her daughter was hiding something from her. To her confusion, she also felt a strange sort of..foreboding type of feeling. All Sakura could do was wish for it to go away. She decided to confront her daughter later. After all, it wasn't like she had taken to herself sometimes as well.

Sarada woke up sweating. She had forgotten what her dream had been about, but she didn't really want to know. It took a lot to get her scared, and when she finally did get scared, it was something that worried her for at least the rest of the day. She rolled her shoulders, yawning and stretching herself out of bed.

Downstairs, she could hear her mother calling her name, reminding her that breakfast was ready. Sarada groaned and cracked her neck before tiptoeing down the stairs of the two story apartment. It had become a habit, after all, she was training to be a ninja.

"Sarada, there you are! You scared me with that stealth of yours... Come now, while breakfast's still hot. I have your bento right here," Sakura handed her daughter a pink and white polka-dotted lunch bin. Sarada gladly took it, her stomach rumbling at the knowledge of food in her hands.

She sat down and ate her eggs swiftly, noticing between bursts of air that her mother was chuckling, amused. She rolled her eyes but smiled despite her annoyance. After she was done, which did not take long at all, she strode out of the kitchen and to the walkway placed right before the door leading to the outside world. There stood her backpack in all its glory. She grabbed it quickly as she took hold of the doorknob. Guilt stopped her from leaving.

"Mom?"

"Yes, honey?" Sakura's distant voice melodically floated around the corner to the walkway, where Sarada stood nervously. She took a deep breath. One. Two

"Bolt told me about sex." Three. She slammed open and close the door before she could hear Sakura's response. She was afraid her mother would be mad at her for using such a inappropriate world at the age of 12. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Sarada, Sakura was laughing her ass off, her hands covering her red face.

Oh, Sarada, she thought, I'm so sorry! You poor soul!

Sarada walked faster than she ever had in her entire life. Her face was red, her lips were sputtering in breaths of air, and her glasses kept slipping down her nose. To any bystander, she would seem pretty stressed. But on the inside, she was extremely relieved. It hurt her on the inside to keep a secret from mother dearest. Her mother was the best mother she could ever have, they went out on the weekends, had their own celebratory shopping days for ninja materials and books, and most importantly, Sarada could talk about anything to the pink-haired kunoichi. Even the deeply personal stuff. She wasn't about to stop now.

As the raven haired girl approached the Ninja Academy, she felt like something was off. She looked up just in time to see snickering faces before she passed out, feeling a huge weight on her head.

Pain. That was the first thing she woke up to. Sarada groaned and clutched her head as if her life depended on it