Time Traveling Uchiha (discontinued- sorry!!)

Chapter 1

        Sarada Uchiha walked briskly down a dirt path feeling anger building up in her chest with each step she took. Her hands were balled up tightly slightly pricking her palms as the conversation that sparked such anger in the first place flashed in her mind. She could still feel her fathers palm resting upon her shoulder as his answer rained over her. "Papa just makes me so-"She paused in her steps as her shoulders went up with a rigged breathe and her hands unballed going up in front of her as she visualized strangling  the question she had asked. It wasn't something bad or she hadn't thought it was. 

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        This morning had started off like any other expect that her father after many long weeks was finally home. Sarada had first discovered this when she had awoken from hearing pots and pans clashing from the kitchen. She had rolled out of her bed and ran to the kitchen to catch her pinked haired  mother happily making some breakfast. Her hips swaying back and forth in beat to her humming.  And seated at the dining table was her father indifferently gazing at his happy wife.  Sarada noticed a half smile graced his face. Upon entering the kitchen both her parents turned towards her greeting the youngest of them all.

        "Good morning Sarada."Came her mother happily waving the wooden spoon that she had been using to cook. Her father voiced the same greeting with a swift nod of his head. Sarada bowed her head for respect to her parents and greeted as well. "Good moring papa and mama."

        Then she sat in the avaiable sit that was directly in front of her dark raven colored hair father. She gazed at her father through her red glasses feeling her insides suddenly twisting about. This was the time to ask her father about the burning question that plagued her very mind for the past weeks since he had been gone. '' Papa? '' She asked wearily as her mother started to place plates of food in front of the two of them. Her father grabbed chop sticks before looking at her. He blinked for a second before answering her.

        '' What is it Sarada? '' He asked as he slowly started to dig into his meal that her mother had prepared. Sarada looked down at her food with a worrisome feeling eating at her. Would her father talk to her about it? Or would he actually answer her question?

        She gazed back up at her father meeting his dark onyx colored eyes that held curiosity. '' I have a question about my heritage. ''She paused instantly as soon as she saw something flash before her father's gaze. It looked like an emotion she seen once before long ago.  Her mother instantly stopped her humming pausing in what she was doing.
        Sarada looked towards her mother who had her back to the two Uchiha's. '' What about it? '' her father's cool and collected voice asked. She brought her gaze back to her father's gaze with her eyebrows drawn inward in confusion. Why was her mother reacting to her question meant for her father? 

         '' I-I''She brought a hand up to her glasses nervously adjusting her glasses back up to the bridge of her nose.''I over heard some classmates of mine talking about an Uchiha. H-His name sounded like Ma-Madra. Um Madara? '' As soon as the name passed through her lips it was like everything went still for a second.Her father had a chop stick that was holding part of a fish and his face was set in a stern frown. Sarada adjusted her glasses again as her stomach twisted again out of nervousness.

        '' Sarada. '' Her father spoke. She watched as her father placed the fish back onto the plate before him. '' Tell me who those children were? '' He asked. He brought his hand across his chest towards the flap of his coat and then slowly produced a simple note pad. The note pad was a simple looking one that looked slightly stained and attached to the note pad was a small dwarf like pencil. Sarada quickly panicked as her father layed down the note pad on the dining table. She felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment as her father motioned her to speak.