《Don't Mess With Space-Time Seals》Meeting The Family
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Sarada didn't expect this to happen when Papa had agreed to train her for the day. What should have been a simple one on one training session, somehow turned into an irreversible time travelling adventure, with no possible hope of ever returning to their time. Sure, her clan was alive right now, but everything she had ever known was gone. It had never even existed.
They were walking in the Uchiha district (Uchiha had a district, who knew), towards grandpa's house. Itachi and her were asked to hand over their headbands. She eyed the boy walking next to her, who was apparently her uncle. The only thing she knew about him was that Papa had learnt the finger poke thing from him.
He was trying to look composed, but Sarada knew he was as distraught as her, possibly more. She at least had Papa with her, whereas he lost everyone from his time.
Trying to make him feel better, Sarada walked up to him and poked him on the forehead, which apparently surprised him.
"Why did you do that?" he asked.
"I was trying to make you feel better." she shrugged. "I know you're technically my uncle, but I'd like to be friends. I'm kinda low on them right now."
Her mind wandered towards Cho-Cho, before she firmly brought it back to the moment. She'll have her breakdown when she's alone, not in front of the passing by Uchiha clansmen, who were glancing at them curiously.
Itachi glanced towards Papa, before saying," You should ask your father if he is okay with it. "
Really? Were the people of his time that old fashioned?
"Why wouldn't he be? You are his brother, aren't you?" she countered, holding out her hand.
He hesitantly shook it as they reached an old fashioned house. A pretty women was sitting on the porch, (who was most likely grandma) with a toddler in her arms.
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"Is that you?" she asked Itachi.
"Yes." he mumbled. He was actually blushing. How cute. This must be so weird for him, though, seeing his toddler self.
"Mikoto." Grandpa spoke. "I am inviting the Hokage to dinner tonight. Please see to all the preparations. And these three are our guests, take care of them."
"Hai, shujin-sama." Grandma answered, as grandpa left without introducing them.
How rude! If Papa had talked to Mama like that she'd probably have broken all his bones.
Papa, thankfully had some manners, as he bowed, "Mikoto-san. I'm Uchiha Sasuke and these are my children Uchiha Sarada and Karasu. Please take care of us." he said, without missing a beat, while Itachi stiffened next to me.
"Sasuke-san, Karasu-kun and Sarada-chan. Please feel welcome in my home." Grandma bowed back, gesturing us to enter.
"I have never seen you and your family in the district before, Sasuke-san." she commented.
"I've been out on a long term mission and the children didn't born in Konoha." Papa shamelessly lied to his mother.
Grandma took us to the dining room and left to make dinner, taking little Itachi with her, who apparently found Papa quite interesting and didn't want to leave.
Three of us sat in awkward silence, before Itachi asked, "Karasu?"
"You're used to it. You obviously cannot be Itachi anymore." Papa answered, looking anywhere but at Itachi. (Karasu, she mentally corrected herself. She wouldn't want to slip in front of others.)
There had to be history there, the way these two were skirting around each other.
She loudly cleared her throat," So, where'd you get the cool armor you were wearing in the training ground."
He eyed her oddly before answering, "It was ANBU armor."
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"Okay? What's ANBU?"
"It's an elite force of ninjas loyal to the Hokage."
"Aren't all ninjas loyal to the Hokage?"
Papa decided to intervene then. "Things are very different here from our time Sarada. You should get used to it. The villages had gone very lax due peace."
"That's right. We are at war with Iwa, Kumo and Kiri right now. That's feels ridiculous. We went to Kiri for a school trip."
That was apparently a big news for Karasu, judging by the intensity his eyes bore into mine as he asked, "You went to Kiri, for a school trip? How was it made possible?"
"Well Nanadaime-sama is friends with all five Kages. He could have arranged a trip to any of the Great villages, or smaller ones for that matter."
"Who's the Nanadaime?"
"Uzumaki Naruto."
"He fulfills his dream, then." Karasu murmured.
"You knew him?" She asked, excitedly.
"I was a part of the squad that guarded him."
"Gaurded him from what?" Sarada was confused.
"He was the container of Kyuubi."
"Kyuubi? The monster that attacked Konoha and was defeated by Yondaime?"
"Do you remember Naruto protecting you when Shin attacked? He was using the Kyuubi's power at that time." Papa told her.
That definitely explained the nine tails of his golden cloak.
This was the second important thing that Sarada was blindsided by. She was the top student at the academy. How could she not know so much about history?
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