Back in Time (Naruto Fanfic)

If you die I'll kill you

(The title is something one of my Brazilian cousins would always say to me. Don't question the logic of it, guys. I tried, believe me. Anyway, dominos. It's a game I play with my Brazilian side of the family, almost every time we see each other. It's basically a tradition at this point. The point of the game is to get rid of the dominos. It should become a little more clear in the following chapter.)

"I'm hungry." Boruto proclaimed.

"I don't care." Sarada replied. "Go complain to Aunt Izumi."

"I'm still hungry. It won't change a thing to complain to Aunt Izumi." Boruto said, laying a domino onto the Train.

The Uchiha heiress glared at the dominos fiercely. "A three? Really? Go and mess up my game, eh, Boruto?! And guess what? I still don't care."

"Didn't we just eat though?" Itachi asked, looking up from his line of dominos. He was winning, of course. He had two dominos left, and they were both going, in order, on his line. His win was pretty much guaranteed.

"Boruto is like a lion. He is stupid, blonde, and eats consistently." Sarada put down a domino on her line, since Boruto had messed up the Mexican Train for her. She would've been able to get rid of a bunch of points, using that Train. But Boruto and his threes...

"HEY, I'M A GROWING BOY, DATTEBASA! DON'T JUDGE ME!" Boruto shouted, picking up the domino he was going to use, since it was his turn. Two choices. His line, or the Mexican Train... Mexican Train. Maybe he can mess up Sarada's game more.

"Still, you eat like a horse." Sarada sighed. Then she saw his move. "I SWEAR, BORUTO UZUMAKI I WILL MURDER YOU SOMEDAY. AND NO ONE WILL MISS YOU."

Itachi smirked slightly as he slid his second to last domino in it's place. Sarada sweat-dropped, and Boruto pouted. "You two are like an old married couple."

"Hm? Well, you would know, ne Uncle Itachi?" Boruto grinned at his clever comeback.

"Oh, shut up." Itachi said. "Sarada, it's your turn."

"I can see that." Sarada considered her options. "I gotta draw." She reached over to the pile of discarded dominos. "Crap. Boruto put in a twelve on the Mexican Train. My line has a three. Itachi's closed, Boruto is closed..." She picked one of the little white tiles, and turned it over to the colored side. The domino was split in the middle, like they all were, and one one side was a... eleven, and the other was a two. "Wow. The domino gods hate me. I'm open." She put a penny over her line, indicating that anyone can play on it.

Boruto grinned. "Imma help Sarada out." He lifted a pearly-white domino and it hovered over Sarada's line threateningly. The only thing Sarada saw was the telltale red of the number three. She began shaking her head violently, but Boruto put it down onto her line, finalizing the dastardly deed. Sarada now had an ugly three staring up at her.

"I swear Boruto, you and your threes." Sarada looked at the six dominos she had left. "I don't have a three. I'm still open."

"Good. Because it's not your turn." Itachi put down the last domino and his face broke into a grin. "I told you, I dominate at this game."

"AGAIN! I CALL A REMATCH. YOU'VE WON FIVE GAMES STRAIGHT, ITACHI, THERE IS NO WAY YOU CAN JUST BE THAT GOOD. YOU'VE GOT TO BE CHEATING, YA KNOW?!" Boruto shouted angrily, throwing the last three dominos be had at the table.

"Boruto," Sarada sighed. "He's not cheating. There isn't an easy way to cheat at dominos. His Sharingan is off. He's just that good."

"Hear that, Boruto? I'm just that good." Itachi smirked wider.