Pushing her glasses up as she was holding her books and going back to her small apartment where she lived with her mother, at the age of sixteen, Sarada Uchiha was just coming back from school, her heart flying and buzzing, for her longtime crush, Boruto Uzumaki, the son of the Seventh Hokage, Naruto Uzumaki, has asked her out on a date tonight. Squealing to herself, she says, "Oh, wait 'til I tell ChoCho about THIS! I know she'll be SOOOO jealous!"

As she opens the door to her apartment, she hears two distant voices in the kitchen. She hides as she tries to eavesdrop into the conversation.

"Do you think she'll be happy to see me?", asks a man's voice.

"Of course, she will. I know I'M happy to see you."

"I don't know..."

Sarada comes a bit closer to hear better. She knew that the woman's voice was her own mother's voice, but it was the man's voice that she was worried about. Who was this man and why was he here? And what was this with him wanting to see Sarada?

"It's okay..."

"No. What happens if she doesn't recognize me...?"

"Sarada is a smart girl. I'm sure she'll recognize you."

"It's been years."

"She's only sixteen; so what?"

"Sarada-"

"Sarada is just FINE. Calm down. I'm know you're nervous; don't make me nervous, too."

"Mother…? I'm home.", says Sarada as she puts her books on the table and sits on the couch.

Her mother, Sakura Uchiha, comes into the living room, a huge grin on her face as she hugs her only child tightly and she says, "Hello, my dear sweetheart. How's school?"

"Great...who were you talking to...?"

"Um...Sarada, sweetheart...there's someone important that really wants to meet you."

Sarada stands up slowly as she looks her mother in the eyes through her glasses.

"Yes, Mother...?"

"Sarada...your father's here."

She looks at her mother with disbelief until the notorious Sasuke Uchiha comes from the kitchen and blushes as he sees his sixteen year old daughter, her long dark hair in a ponytail and she was wearing her signature red dress with black leggings.

Oh-no..., thought Sarada. This can't be happening to me...not TODAY!

She takes a deep breath and says, "I have nothing to say to you."

Her father sighs and says, "Sarada, I'm only here for a while. I'm-"

"YOU have no BUSINESS being here. I want you gone."

"I'm not leaving until we talk."

"We're talking right now. End of discussion. Can you go now?"

"Sarada Uchiha," says her mother. "show your father some respect."

"Why..? He's only going to leave again! Like he always do...right, Father...?"

"Sarada-"

Sasuke holds his one and only hand up to silence Sakura. She growls and sighs. Sakura goes into the kitchen while Sasuke sits on the couch, patting on the seat next to him, he motions his daughter to sit next to him, but she refused, still angry at him for showing his stupid face again after all of these damn years. Sarada scoffs as she finally sits down, only because her legs were tired from walking all day. She didn't make any type of eye contact with her estranged father. She didn't want to look at him; she didn't want to sit next to him. She wanted him out of her home and out of her life. How the hell did he expect to return into her life and hope that everything between him and her and Sakura to be alright...? It was so pitiful. Sasuke looks at his daughter and touches her shoulder. She shrugs him off. Sasuke sighs and says, "Look, Sarada. I'm sorry for leaving all of the time."

"Why DO you leave? Why did you leave me and Mom...? Do you not love us...?"

"My mind was...I...I'm working through some...issues."

"Issues. Right..."

"You don't under-"

"I think I understand. You're neglecting your responsibilities as a father. It's okay. Mother did a phenomenal job with me. It's not like she needed you anyways..."

Oh, Jesus..., thought Sakura as she poked her head out of the kitchen window.

Sasuke nods as if he understood, but did he REALLY understood? He was clearly unaware of his daughter's negative energy towards him. But, yet it wasn't his fault. He never understood love when he was younger. He was neglectful towards both Sakura and Naruto when he was on Team Seven in their younger years. Sakura was about to come back into the living room, but the look on Sasuke's face made her go back into the kitchen. It wasn't a scolding look, but a look that meant that he wanted to handle it his own way. Sakura sighs but smiles. She should know by now how awfully stubborn her husband was.

Sarada crosses her arms then stood up. "If you don't mind, Father, I have homework to catch up on."

Sarada picks up her books. Her father stood up and said, "Sarada...we'll talk after you get done. Alright?"

"Actually, I'd take a rain check. I have plans today."

"More important than your family?"

"Uh, yeah. It's called having a social life."

She grabs her stuff and goes into her room. Sasuke comes to follow her to talk to her some more, but she slams the door in his face. Sasuke shakes his head as he growls. He sits back down while his beautiful pink-haired fiancé kisses him on the cheek as she sat next to him. She lightly touches his shoulder. "She'll come around soon."

"I doubt it."

"Sasuke, just be patient."

"I have been patient."

"Sarada's only sixteen, may I need to remind you."

"I know that..."

They both sigh and hugged it out.

After a few minutes of cheering up her newly devoted husband, she kissed his cheek and held his hand before going into the kitchen to make dinner.