Chapter 2

Hiding in the shadows.

I never agreed to this.

Nor will I ever accept this life.

I needed to get away.

I needed to run.

So as soon as Boruto started to take me out of the hotel, I turned on my heels in the basement and started running.

Boruto: SARADA!

I didn't dare to look back. My mind spiraled out of control as I ran. I couldn't go back home, and being in a foreign country was a misfortune, especially when I didn't speak the language. I turned into alleys and corners, and Boruto was hot on my tail. Sure, he didn't hurt me, but I did not trust him. If the police were after him, what would happen to me?

I was stronger than this. I am a Uchiha. Uchiha's are strong. They never back down.

They never give up.

I increased my speed, ignoring the people staring at me. I looked around, people looked astounded and I was confused at what made them amused. I had taken a break from the acting industry for some time so I didn't expect any attention. I turned back to see three men in black running after me.

Me: Come on!

I sprinted straight ahead to the club and entered. Luckily, there was no security and I went past crowds of people. I looked around, taking in the noise of the people and music. I needed some escape route from here.

Until I met ChoCho.

Chocho: Sarada? Is that... you?

Me: Cho?

Chocho: It is you!

I gave her a tight hug.

Chocho: You look like you ran a marathon. Who are you running away from?

Me: What do you mean? Running away? From who?

Chocho: I am not blind.

Me: I am not running.

Just then, I saw the man who ran behind me whispered something to the guards. I quickly turned back to ChoCho.

Me: Something's off.

Chocho: What is?

Me: You are hiding something from me.

Chocho: (sighs) The Uchiha you are.

I shook my head and headed to the emergency door.

Chocho: Sarada!

Without looking back, I ran out, and soon, an entire group of men was out surrounding me. I looked around and moved back, about to make a run until I felt someone grab hold of me. I looked up to see Boruto.

Boruto: Sarada, cara.

Sarada: I won't be a part of this scheme any longer.

Boruto: ...

Sarada: And let me go!

Boruto: I can't do it.

Sarada: What do you want from me? My life? My heart? My soul?

Boruto: I want you, is that too much to ask?

Sarada: Yeah. We are from different worlds.

Boruto: In what way?

Sarada: Mafia and celebrity... Boruto, it doesn't make any sense. We are in contrast. Light and darkness, which has nothing to do with each other.

Boruto: What do you prefer we do, huh?

I then heard the sirens grow louder. I looked around. Chocho was with another white-haired young man, who was the same age as us. I didn't bother asking who he was.

The chase was on.

Mitsuki: Boruto, we need to go.

Boruto: Go ahead of us, we will meet you there.

Mitsuki, grabbing hold of Chocho's hand, ran to one of the cars and drove off. I was in disbelief, shock, and anger. My anger was mixed with fear.

Boruto: So, salad, what do you prefer we do?

Me: (shocked) Salad? How do you know my name? Oh, wait! You have an entire portfolio on me!

Boruto: That was my nickname for you genius.

I looked puzzled. He was a part of my... past?

*SIRENS*

Fear came back at once. I tried freeing myself from Boruto's hold.

Me: We need to leave!

Boruto: Not until you tell me what the plan is.

Me: For what?!

Boruto: What do you want us to do now that you know?

Me: (sighs) Boruto... do me a favor? Don't get me in jail.

Boruto: (smirks) Can't guarantee you on that.

I hit his chest hard but he didn't flinch. Typical Don.

Me: Now let's leave before we get caught.

Boruto: We?

Me: Boruto!

Boruto: Hey. Be polite.

Running into the car, Boruto took the wheel and drove off. I closed my eyes as I recalled the events that happened in minutes.

Boruto: Nervous?

Me: Haha, you think?

Boruto: You tell me.

Me: (looking at Boruto) Of course I am! I am tangled in a mafia mess and you expect me to be calm?!

Boruto: No, I want to know what you're thinking. Let me in your thought process.

Me: You wasted that opportunity a while ago, in fact, a day ago!

Boruto: Wasted? No, that was a jackpot.

Me: Hello? My life is in danger!

Boruto: Is it?

Me: ???

Boruto: Is your life in danger?

I turned to him, staring as he drove past traffic. True, he was dangerous, and his world proved darker than the entertainment industry, I sometimes think I could have gotten married to someone else.

Then I returned to thoughts of people pressuring me to get married. How annoying it was when they did that, and how many guys always asked me out because they thought I was 'lonely.'

But since getting married to Boruto, I feel a sense of peace. Peace amid danger. I was not supposed to feel this way yet I did. Of course, I felt scared but having Boruto was enough. I didn't have to wonder who would throw themselves at me the next day. I was... married.

To an Uzumaki.

Though that surname made me wonder a bit...

Familiar yet unfamiliar.

Like I knew them... I knew Boruto...

But he was such a distant memory I could no longer recall.

Boruto: Cara?

Me: Yeah?

Boruto: You haven't answered my question.

He turned to look at me briefly before turning his attention back on the road.

Boruto: You said your life is in danger.

Me: ...

Boruto: Is it?

Me: (inhaling deeply) Boruto, you know how risky your world is. There are a lot of things that happen and sometimes go wrong but...

Boruto: But...?

Me: No. I don't feel like I am in danger... not when I am with you.

Boruto: That's more like it.

Me: Haha. Well done on getting a reaction out of me.

Boruto: (smirks) Says the wife who ran away in the middle of the night.

Me: Can you blame-

Boruto then took a sharp turn, catching me off guard.

Me: A loving husband you are.

Boruto: Sorry. We are on a chase. Besides, where's the fun without one in this world?

Me: None.

Boruto, while focused on the road, a call came through from Mitsuki. Without thinking twice, I answered it.

---ON A CALL---

Me: Listening.

Mitsuki: Sara- Mrs. Uzumaki?

Me: Yes, Mitsuki. What's the situation like?

Mitsuki: Head to the main base in the outskirts. We are waiting for you both here.

Me: On our way.

---END OF CALL---

Boruto whistled, a smirk on his lips, clearly impressed by what just happened. I couldn't lie, but his smirks of approval made my heart warm. I appreciated them, more than I am willing to admit.

Boruto: Spoken like a true-

Me: (laughing) Just focus on the road Boruto.

He chuckled but kept his eyes on the road nevertheless. My thoughts then drifted to Chocho. I thought I left her back home in Konoha, but I was wrong. She was holding hands with Mistuki like they were in a relationship.

Better than that - married.

The journey to the main base in the outskirts was quiet, and I couldn't complain. It wasn't defeating. I then looked around the dashboard and car pockets for my phone. But I didn't want to disturb Boruto.

Boruto: Your phone is in the car drawer under your seat.

I looked at him, a smirk on my cheek.

Me: And how did you know I wanted...

Boruto simply shrugged his shoulders.

Me: Right... You are the Don.

Taking my phone out, Boruto then parked the car and we made a run for it. Sirens seemed to catch up to us though they were heard far away. Boruto looked at me.

Boruto: So, are you ready?

Me: Are you undermining my abilities?

Boruto: Never do that to my cara.

I shook my head, my cheeks with a tinge of pink. Looking at the dark basement, then at Boruto's hand reaching out to me, I took his.

The jet's door shut behind us and we took off. 

I knew that from this point on...

There was no turning back.

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