KILL IT NOW - Borusara

Kill It Now

Sarada hated bugs from the time she was born. When there was a spider in her house, she threw a bowl over it, went upstairs, and distracted herself with a book. If it was on the wall, she closed the door and pretended it wasn't there.

It wasn't until she made friends with Boruto that she found herself a professional bug killer.

They were five years old, playing ninja outside. Suddenly, Sarada heard a crunch under her foot. She looked down and lifted it up hesitantly, hoping it was a hardened leaf. But under her foot was a flattened cicada.

The feeling of dread that coursed through her was unmatched. She instantly recalled the texture, the sound, the way it felt to press into all the little crunchy bits of its icky body and held back a scream. And as she slowly backed away, Boruto turned around.

"Hm? Sarada? What's wrong?"

When he eyed the bug on the ground, to her horror, he picked it up.

"You're not supposed to kill these guys ya know! They're good for the environ..nenet... I think. What, are you scared?"

Sarada was frozen. She couldn't move.

Boruto smirked and held the bug closer, making her flinch back and cower. "Bet you're not gonna act so high and mighty now... Who's better at throwing shuriken? Me or you?"

"G..."

"Hm? I didn't hear you," he teased, holding it closer.

"Get it away from me!" She yelled. "Kill it now!!"

Boruto burst out laughing. "It's already dead! But if you really want it gone, here." He threw it as hard as he could into the woods. "It's gone. Let's go! Shikadai and the others are waiting."

Sarada peeked open her eyes and scanned the ground through her fuzzy vision. There weren't any black specks. It was gone. And Boruto was the one who got rid of it. 

She followed after him with new interest, her eyes curiously watching his hands, making sure he didn't secretly hold onto the bug to tease her with it more. But it seemed like he really did throw it into the woods.

After that, Boruto teased her a few more times about her dislike of bugs, but he usually dealt with them when she froze up and pointed, begging him to kill them. He almost always picked them up and relocated them, which she found to be disgusting. But as long as they were away from her, she was happy.

It wasn't until her mother taught her chakra enhancement that she found herself in dire need of his services.

One day, she spotted a spider on the wall. Taking off her slipper, she threw it with all of her strength. "Shannaro!" It was a slipper. How much harm could it do?

But unfortunately, her hatred for bugs caused her to put a little too much power into it. Along with spider guts, a slipper sized dent was nicely carved into the drywall of her hallway. She looked around for a picture frame to hide the damage. But there was nothing.

Her mother was forced to pay repair fees. And when a second spider came, the same thing happened. No matter how lightly she tried to throw something at the bugs that invaded her house, the objects almost always ended up denting the wall. It was like putting in more strength then necessary was involuntary.

No one else knew about her little fear of bugs but her childhood friend that teased the life out of her for it. And while he was annoying... He already knew where her house was. He was easy to find. And he could get rid of the bug without making her mom angry.

So the next time there was a hell spawn inside of her house, she threw a towel overtop of it, ran to the kitchen, found a bowl, took off her glasses, and placed the bowl as gently as possible over the towel. And then she ran like a calm maniac, which made her stride look rather chickenish, until she found her bug killing savior.