[fluff, Sarada]

"Hey Dad," the aspiring kunoichi spoke with batches of rice and eggs stuffed into her mouth.

"Finish what you're eating, then ask." Her mother amusingly replied, tossing her reluctant daughter a napkin. Swiping the cloth briskly across her impatient mouth, Sarada (while I was typing, it autocorrected "Sarad" to "Salad") turned back to her patiently waiting father.

"How did you and Mom fall in love?" It seemed as though suddenly, the rather strict shinobi parallel to his child caught a grain in his throat. "Uh, why are you asking?" Tossing a sticking piece around the bowl with the chopstick edge, Sarada shrugged.

"I dunno, just wanted to know. Oh, oh oh! A barista and costumer? A death and life savior? Did you guys' timelines connect through time and fate while a village was demolished?" The father sunk back against his chair as the young Uchiha leaned toward his eyes with gleaming ones. "BAhahhaa!" And meanwhile, of course his wife was choking up.

"You just watch too much anime sweetie!" Laughter was thrown in with her words, and kneaded together the more the hysteric baffling overwhelmed it all. Sighing in a shared amusement and slight disappointment that wasn't exactly what happened, she sat back down to pick at the remaining breakfast.

"The way your father and I started off, it's possible Bolt and you could get married!" Now the roles adjusted, and a new tint of pink swept the girl's cheeks. "Very funny, Mom!" (BoruSara positivity!) Vigorously cleaning her mouth with the napkin used previously, Sarada heaved a sigh whilst grating the plate against the Uchiha dining table.

Finally setting down her own meal homemade from giggles and reminiscent smiles, Sakura "uncomfortably" chose a comfy seat right beside her husband.

"You know, I don't remember much. I was really a huge pest when I was a genin. Dead weight!" Her mother glimpsed across the fresh bowl. A small breath escaping her nostrils. "No way, you're too good to be bad," the daughter retorted.

"Well-" the last male Uchiha's audio was easily sliced.

"You'd be surprised! Kishimoto really gave me a boost of character development." The former Haruno accused a finger. "Wha?"

"Nevermind. Anywho, it was more of a one-sided thing— until Dad realized how amazing Mom was. Then he was like, 'oh my lord I have to marry this girl and stuff' and there ya go! Then you were born." Both bloodline Uchihas deadpanned, for different reasons of course.

Sasuke? Well sure that was how it seemed, but did she have to put it like that? Sarada? Was that really only it..? That was why people made fiction.

"Don't worry, there was some life and death and all that," Sasuke gradually spoke.

"Ah, yes! There was the time your father put a dagger on my throat—oh the good ol' days."

.

"Bye Mom, Dad, love ya, see you after school!" She sprung from her seat and collectedly pushed it into the table, before bolting out the door fast as her mother's punches and father's chidori.

"Hm, maybe Kishimoto gave me too much character development." Sakura pondered, grimacing at the formally shut door. "Eh, you were beautiful without it anyway. But it was a nice touch."

Beaming at her husband, the Uchiha glimpsed the light reflection of that young boy, how many years ago now?

"I guess."
~
AmuzeMint