"Stop him!" Shouted a ninja.

"Don't let him escape!" Another shouted.

The boy ran out of the village and disappeared into the forest. The boy smirked as he watched the ninja run around like rats in a maze, trying to find him. He knew exactly where to hide and how to get away.

"Damn he got away." One of them mumbled.

"Do you think it was the same kid?" The other asked.

"Maybe, what is he after anyway? Stealing isn't going to get him anywhere."

"Well at least we know it's a boy and one of the students at the academy. Remember when we found that foot print last week?"

"Yeah what about it? They're footprints everywhere."

"The last place this kid stole from was a known for being super clean. They weren't any other foot prints in the building. It was an antique store after all, what did want out of there?"

"Who knows, oh wait he does."

The ninja smacked his partner, "this isn't the time for jokes! Come on we need to head back and fill out a report."

"Oh yeah, they said he stole an old box that was filled with papers. But no one could ever read them-"

----

At the ninja academy the next day, "good morning!" Sarada greeted her seat mate, who gave her a smile in return but instantly went back to a blank face. Sarada frowned and sat quietly in her seat.

Class began and (Y/n) began his troublemaking plans for the day. He was an average student who was next to a genius. Clearly wasn't a good pair. Sarada would often try to make him stop, but would get in trouble herself for talking.

First plan of the day, chalk board eraser stuck in the door way. (Y/n) moved quickly to make sure he wouldn't get caught by the teacher. After all this class was very loud, anyone could have pulled the classic prank.

The teacher didn't get too mad on the outside, they just laughed it off and started class. Right before lunch started, (Y/n) flew a paper air plane loaded with chewed up gum and super glue. He made it stick to the chalk board as the teacher was going over notes.

"Alright, very funny and very impressive." They said as they walk over to take the paper air plane down. (Y/n) smirked as the bell rang. The teacher got the paper air plane down, but now it was stuck to their hands. First it was gum, but then they moved over to the super glue.

The paper air plane was stuck on the teachers hands for the rest of the day. Only Sarada knew who was behind the prank, and went to confront him.

"Why would you do something like that?" She asked (Y/n) during lunch.

"Duh because the class was so boring. Maybe this will spice things up a bit." He laughed, "that was my most thought out prank thought. Got to admit it was a good one."

Sarada gave him a blank stare, "what happened to you? A few months ago you and I were competing for top of the class and now...."

"Jeez calm down. Didn't know you cared so much, it was just a prank."

"I don't care about the stupid prank!" She yells, "I'm worried about you! Seriously what happened to you!"

"Nothing." He replied in a calm tone, "people change Sarada. Maybe you haven't picked up on that."

The bell rang and (Y/n) walks passed Sarada who was frozen in her place. To think that she would ever have a crush on him.

----

"Ah the last night." (Y/n) sighed, "too bad I'm going to get caught this time. But it's the only way." He smiles and enters the building.

He takes out the box filled of paper, chewed gum and super glue. "Good thing the paper air plane worked out today. That would have set me back by a few hours if it didn't."

(Y/n) began to stick the pieces of paper along with the translations on the chalk board. "Never knew I could write so fast, every classroom should be filled with these papers. Then everyone will know the truth."

He spends the next few hours posting the papers with the translations on the chalk boards. The sun starts to rise once he if finished.

"Looks like I won't be able to attend school after all. Then again if I don't they will likely figure out it's me." He sighs, "what a pickle." (Y/n) leaves the academy through a window with a smirk on his face.

When the students come into the academy a few hours later, they were in shock by the papers. They all read the same lines and the original papers were in red ink.

"Kill the (Last Name) Clan?" One student read allowed, "what does that mean?"

"Duh someone hates the (Last Name) clan." Another replied.

"Yo Sarada!" Boruto shouts, "come look at this!"

She walks over to the blonde waving, "what is it? Aren't all the papers the same?"

Boruto points to one row of papers, all of them were originals and weren't translated. They didn't need to be translated.

"Kill the Uchiha Clan..." She mumbled, "but why? Only my father and I are left. Father was the last Uchiha until I was born. Who long ago was this written?"

"Not sure, I'm sure my father has heard about this. They may look into it. But who wrote all the translations and copies?" Boruto mumbled to himself.

"The last (Last Name)..." Sarada mumbled, looking over at where her and (Y/n) sat in the classroom.

----

"So you really didn't show up? Thought you never wanted to see me again," (Y/n) said with a grin, "dear Sarada Uchiha."

"I looked into it after you left, or kicked out I should say." She says, pushing up her glasses.

"And? It's been ten years since then. You must have answer by now. Otherwise why are you here?" He replied, looking into Sarada's eyes. "Unless you finally figured out that you had a crush on me back then. It's never too late for a confession of love you know."

Sarada glares at him, "I want to join you before I die. If what I found is true, an assassin will kill my father and I."

"So old man Sasuke is still alive and kicking then. That's good to know. Are you sure no one will stop you?"

"Postive. I have cut off all communication with everyone." She replies, "the Uchiha clan shouldn't be targeted like this again. My father and I are the only ones left after all. There isn't anything to gain by killing us all."

"Of course there is, they want your eyes my dear." (Y/n) says, moving close to the Uchiha. "They are so beautiful and yet can cause so much pain. It truly is a wonderful thing."

Sarada blushed, no one has said anything like that and meant it. How does she know he meant it? Why they were friends of course. (Y/n) swore a long time ago to never hurt Sarada. Why else would he worn her about the assassin ten years in advance.

"Now then, shall we be off? Or do you want to kill them yourself?" He asks.

"Don't they want to kill you too?" He nods, "then let's fight them off together. Lead the way."

(Y/n) smiles and kisses her hand, "of course.