Boruto Oneshots and Stories

Sick Sarada

It was a quiet evening in Konoha, and the last rays of the sun sent soft beams of light through the window of Sarada's room. The small shadows of toys lying in the corner seemed to silently observe as sadness settled over the little Uchiha. Sarada, only four years old, sat on her bed, clutching an old stuffed animal that her father had once given her.

The absence of her father, Sasuke Uchiha, who had left on a long mission over a month ago, weighed on her heart. Sarada missed him deeply, and the loneliness gnawed at her thoughts. Her small shoulders shook as she began to cry softly. "Papa...why aren't you here?" she murmured, her voice broken and full of sorrow.

In the midst of her quiet tears, Sarada felt a strange sensation stirring within her. She didn't realize it, but the Sharingan, an ability reserved only for the Uchiha, began to manifest in her eyes. Her normally deep black eyes gradually turned into a glowing red, but in her heart, there was only pain and the need for her father.

Her crying grew louder and more piercing. In that moment, she buried her head in her hands, wishing for nothing more than for Sasuke to walk through the door and hold her in his strong arms. The sadness overwhelmed her, and she couldn't stop crying.

Sakura, who was busy in the kitchen, heard her daughter's soft sobbing. A feeling of concern overcame her. She immediately stopped and walked to Sarada's room door. When she entered, the sight of her daughter deeply affected her. Sarada sat on the bed, her eyes swollen and reddish, clearly not feeling well.

"Sarada..." Sakura began gently, but her heart sank as she saw her daughter's glowing red eyes. In that moment, she knew it was far too early for her child to have awakened this ability.
"Sweetie, why are you crying?"

Sarada didn't even look up.
"I want Papa!" she sobbed, her small fists hitting the bedspread.
"I miss him so much!"

Sakura sat beside her and gently placed a hand on Sarada's back.
"I know you miss him. But crying will only make it worse, Sarada," she tried to stay calm, hiding her own fear.

Sarada wiped away her tears, but the Sharingan in her eyes seemed to flicker involuntarily, and it started to hurt.
"I can't... I can't turn it off!" she cried, holding her head as if the pressure inside was unbearable. She didn't know what was happening to her, but the pain was real and frightening.

"Please, stop crying," Sakura whispered, her own heart aching at the sight of her daughter losing herself in despair. She had never seen Sarada so hurt and confused. "I'm here, and we'll find a solution. Let's just take a deep breath."

But Sarada couldn't stop. The Sharingan kept flickering in her eyes, and the pain became unbearable.
"Mama, it hurts so much!" she sobbed.
"I want it to stop!"

Sakura sensed the urgency of the situation. Her head was filled with thoughts, but now it was important to calm Sarada. She had to act.
"We need to go to Tsunade at the hospital. She can help you, sweetheart," she finally said as the decision formed in her mind.

She gently picked Sarada up, holding the small figure close to her as she walked quickly through the hallway and outside.
"Everything will be alright, I promise," Sakura whispered, holding Sarada tightly in her arms as she hurried to the hospital. Her steps were fast, but she knew she would do anything to help her daughter.

When they reached the hospital, Sarada could barely bear the feeling of despair anymore. She was nestled in her mother's arm, but the pain in her eyes and the confusion in her heart seemed overwhelming. Within Sakura, there grew a feeling that this was a crucial moment in her daughter's life - a step into a world full of responsibility and unexpected burdens.

Inside the hospital, Sakura quickly found Tsunade.
"Tsunade!" she called out as she entered the room. Tsunade looked up, surprised, and hurried over to them.