Flavors

CHAPTER 1

~°°°~TOO MUCH FOR NOT GETTING INTO TROUBLE~°°°~

Boruto Uzumaki.

Everyone said it was better to stay away from him and his Gang. They said once you got in trouble with them, there was no way out except for dropping out of the school.

It had been two years since Sarada joined the high school. And she was careful enough not to associate with Boruto and his Gang. It was a good thing she didn't even know any of them by face- except for Inojin, that is.

He was her brother. Not biological. But they were no less than that.

After his parents passed away in a car accident, Sakura decided to adopt Inojin. Sarada resented him at first- she was jealous of him for stealing her parents' love. But as she grew sensible, she started to accept him, too.

She regretted it though; behaving rudely towards him at first. He was already suffering from the trauma of losing his parents, and she had been an addition to it. So she was always extra nice to him- always cooking his favorite food, letting him read her mangas, and helping him with his studies and all.

He was a nice person, though he showed it less to everyone else.

Sarada had no idea how Inojin happened to join the Gang. But she trusted him enough to confidently say that he did no bad thing.

She even told him once to leave those guys. But his expressions hardened in a way that she had never seen before. Then he just brushed off the topic that made Sarada realise that it must be a sensitive topic for him. So they never talked about that again.

Inojin said she was quiet. That she should make more friends other than Chocho and Sumire. But she never saw the point. She thought Chocho and Sumire were enough and everything for her. She didn't need more friends.

And Chocho was no less than a free entertainment. She always knew everything about everyone. It was as if she had an ear fixed in each wall of the school. She was a whole mood, to say the least. An energetic person all the time, and always had a crush on one person or the other.

On the contrary, Sumire was calm. She was soft and the mom of the trio. She handled everything carefully and adviced the best. She was a listener and always helped Sarada when she needed it.

Whenever Chocho yapped about a brand new gossip, Sumire giggled at every single thing she said. And both of them made sure for Sarada to join in the conversation, too.

As their weekly routine, the three of them were in the park, walking and admiring the beauty of the sunset. And as always, Chocho had to buy an ice cream for them.

"Sarada, I think you should move on from that blood thing." Chocho stated, eyeing the red ice cream in Sarada's hand.

"That would be red velvet, Chocho," Sarada corrected.

Chocho rolled her eyes, "I mean, you should try other flavors, too... I know red velvet is nice and all, but you should give other flavors a chance, too."

Sumire chuckled at that, "She's right, Sarada. Bless the other flavors with your attention, too,"

Sarada shrugged, "I don't think I need other ones. This one's perfect."

Chocho shook her head, "I really give up at this point, you know." She said, "You know, Sumire, once I added food colour in a mango icecream and it looked red. I gave it to Sarada so she could try another flavor." She paused, taking a deep breath, "She figured it out at first sight!" She groaned.

Sumire laughed.

Sarada didn't know why she should try other flavors. She had one she liked, and that was enough for her.