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“Look at me. I wanna see that pretty face.” BORUSARA OR INOHIMAAAHSUDBDID

Title: High Rise Rating: TGenre: romance / humor A/N: Pirate AU! This will be a three-shot because I have no self-control.

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“Look at me. I wanna see that pretty face.”

Boruto felt the cool tip of a blade tap under his chin, gently lifting his gaze up to meet hers. A sly grin crept up his face. Being tied up and at the mercy of the Scarlet Spring was terrifying, yet he had never felt so excited or aroused in his entire life.

They had been chasing each other for years, constantly at each other’s throats. How he wished to have her another way.

“You think I’m pretty? I could say the same about you, Captain.” Boruto wiggled his eyebrows at her. Her eyebrows shot up, and so did Boruto’s confidence. He bet his lucky stars she didn’t expect his comeback. He was so going to have fun with this. He continued, “Take it all in, I don’t mind you staring. I know you don’t get to see such a handsome man like me so often. We’re a rare breed, after all.”

“Tch.” Sarada’s eyebrow twitched. “How presumptuous of you.”

He shrugged, but that sly grin was still plastered on his face. “Only telling the truth. I can see you’re a rare breed yourself.” He raked his eyes down her slender form and back up. “You’re really pretty, too.”

“Flattery isn’t going to get you anywhere, Captain Uzumaki.”

“Hey, you started it. Besides,” he raked his eyes over her slender body. “I never lie. I know a pretty thing when I see it.”

She squinted her dark eyes at him for a moment before withdrawing her blade and sliding it into the hilt resting on her slender hip. “Aren’t you a flirt.”

“Is it working?”

This made her scowl. “Tell me, Uzumaki—“

“—Boruto.” She stopped and blinked. He gave her a warm and sunny smile. “Call me Boruto.”

“Boruto,” she stated his name hesitantly. Despite the slight tremble, she annunciated his name perfectly with such command. He never thought someone could make him come undone just by saying his name. He felt a fire burn at the pit of his belly, gaining confidence and an instant liking to the pirate captain.

He grinned so brightly that his eyes closed. “And you are, my lady?”

“Sarada.”

“Sarada.” He loved the way her name rolled off the tongue and slipped out of his lips.

Pirates usually never gave their real names, in order to keep their families safe. He briefly wondered if this was her real name, however, upon seeing a light rose tint her cheeks, he had no doubt it was.  

Slowly, a smirk rose to his face. She was an open book.

Flashback

“You have a new assignment.”

Boruto didn’t bother to look behind him to meet the newcomer. Instead, he continued to drink his tea.

“Are you going to be this disrespectful all the time?”

“You’re the one who is,” Boruto shrugged. “I’m in the middle of my meal.”

“Tch. You’re being reassigned. Take your ship and crew. You’re to sail for the East.”

That caught his attention. Finally, he looked back and raised a brow. “Why there?”

The man walked closer and dumped a poster on the table. Boruto’s eyes went wide. There was a girl on it, long dark hair and eyes and a large “WANTED” at the bottom.  

“Get her.”

Boruto smirked. “Oh, you bet I will.”

Flashback

The town was dark and shady. A heavy shower passed and made the road muddy and slippery. His two companions complained, whining about having to be in this part of the Orient during the monsoon season.

“They said she frequented this town,” Boruto whispered.

The Scarlet Spring. She was an evasive girl, performed her raids and stole the cargo as quick as lightning. Her crew was notorious, too. It was rare enough to find a female captain, but to command an all-female crew—that was something.

”I heard rumors that she’s beautiful,” Inojin commented. “She’ll have you eating out of the palm of her hand, and steal your soul.”

“You make her sound like a siren.” Shikadai rolled his eyes.

Inojin laughed. “You never know. How can a woman raid four ships in a week without leaving a trace? I mean—“ he raised his hands in the air, baffled. “How do you stop someone like that?”

Boruto stopped in front of the tavern and placed his hand on the door before looking back at his two friends. He smirked, “you steal from her first.”

“Haaa?” Shikadai’s jaw dropped. “What would you even steal from her?”

Boruto pushed the door open. As soon as he looked inside, he locked eyes with a girl with long dark hair and beautiful jet-black eyes. He replied breathlessly, “her heart.”

Flashback

“Hurry up, Shikadai! Steer her closer!” Boruto ran to the starboard side and stood on the rails, one hand holding onto a rope to keep him from falling into the water.

He was furious.

There was a cargo-ship burning not far from his own, but he didn’t care about that. Half of his crew scrambled to save the merchant-ship but Boruto only had one thing in mind—the Scarlet Spring.

He stood there on the rail, fist clenching tighter at the rope and a grimace spreading as he locked eyes with her.

She stood tall and proud on the quarter-deck of her ship, her red cape and raven hair swaying in the wind as they sailed towards the sunset. She tilted her chin up and threw a sly smirk his way.

He was too late. This was the seventh time she slipped right past his fingers. The wind was in her favor, and rescuing the merchants had to be a priority, lest he wanted to face his superiors and get chewed out for not even trying to save some of their goods and crew.

Boruto watched her run her hand through her hair, and he swallowed.

How could someone so evil be so beautiful?

He would have to find out one day.

Flashback

“I don’t even know her name!” he cried before slumping on the table, beer still in hand. Boruto hid his face on his arm and sniffled.

Shikadai sighed and patted his back. “No one knows much about her. Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

“Yeah,” Inojin nodded. “Shikadai should beat himself up. It’s his job to know these things.”

The dark haired boy threw a glare at Inojin, who only grinned in response.

“It’s been two years!” Boruto wailed. “Two years! I’ve never spoken to her or heard her voice, yet she haunts me in my dreams.”

Inojin and Shikadai looked at each other for a moment. They both wore the same expression, lips pressed into fine, tight lines and eyes reflecting the weight of the foreboding feeling that settled in their gut. On sync, their gaze rested on their captain who sat between them.

Inojin’s fingers drummed on the table, while Shikadai rested his cheek on fist and sighed. “I don’t like where this is going…” he muttered.

Flashback

The Scarlet Spring’s vessel, Amaterasu, was docked near a small harbour town for the night. Most of her crew were out enjoying themselves in town.

It was a simple enough mission. Board the ship, kidnap its captain and bring her back to his own ship. He had three of his most trusted men with him. Mitsuki, Shikadai, and Inojin.

As he and his men stalked quietly around, Mitsuki hung back on the rowboat below, ready for their escape.

Foolproof.

Boruto was considered a genius, but damn was he bad at math. He had miscalculated big time. The trio didn’t even make it halfway to the stern before being found out. Turned out they were expected. Someone had tipped the captain.

They were surrounded by Amaterasu’s all female crew. Most of them were young with lean bodies and tanned skin. Some wore their hair down, others tied up, their pretty faces on full display. It amazed the three of them. They all looked beautiful under the pale moonlight, but also menacing. All their weapons were pointing at the intruders.

With a rough push, Amaterasu creaked to life and sailed out on the ocean once more. Panic ensued in the three men’s minds.

The sound of leather boots on the deck caught Boruto’s attention. He looked up, and that’s when he saw her. His lips parted and uttered her name, “the Scarlet Spring.”  

She smirked and tilted her head to the side. She opened her mouth. She spoke and the wind carried her voice to his ears. He could have sworn his heart skipped a beat. “Welcome aboard the Amaterasu, gentlemen.”

A loud round of laughter escaped the crew’s lips. Shikadai and Inojin were visibly uncomfortable. It certainly was different from being aboard Whirlpool, surrounded by their familiar all-male crew.

“What can we do with them, ladies?” Sarada asked slyly.

“Maroon!”

“Let me slice them!”

Boruto clenched his fists. “Let my men go, and take me hostage.

“Oh?” She raised her brow and placed her hands on her hips. “Aren’t you the brave one.”

“Heh,” Boruto smirked. “The ever handsome and brave Boruto Uzumaki at your service, my lady.”

Boruto was still sitting on the deck, arms and hands tied as he squarely stared at the infamous pirate captain. “If you let me go, I can offer you something you can’t get on a ship full of women. Unless you’re… you know.”

Sarada gaped and indignantly replied, “so what if I am?”

Boruto shrugged. “Threesomes are cool too. If that’s what you’re into.”

“GET OFF MY SHIP!” She screeched. “Take him to the plank!”

All the girls cheered. Before he knew it, he was being hoisted up to his feet and pushed towards the starboard side. “O-oi! Sarada, I was just kidding! You can’t throw me overboard, it’s such a waste of a fine piece of man!” He continued yelling incoherent, self-gratifying words.

Sarada only looked back and replied coldly, “I care not for you.”

Chocho held her hand up and silenced the crew. As the quartermaster, the crew respected her wishes second to the captain. “You say you don’t, but your face says otherwise, Captain.”

The girls all, “ooh-ed,” in unison, and started whispering and murmuring, seemingly agreeing with Chocho.

“Get back to work!” Sarada barked. Her dark eyes narrowed at her quartermaster, voice low. She was up for her teasing on most days, but not now when they had an intruder in their midsts. Losing face in front of him added fuel to Sarada’s flaming temper. “Is this a mutiny, Chocho?”

Chocho smirked and placed her hands on her hips. “Your heart will betray you before I ever will, Captain.”

“Ladies, ladies, I get this is all really chaotic and this proposition may seem unfair, but she is your captain.” Boruto pulled out his best diplomatic voice and sunniest smile. Once he had Sarada’s attention he smirked, “you could keep me tied up in your quarters, and we could go for a round or two, to call it even, ya know?”

With one flick of her wrist, Boruto was hoisted up by her crew. One opened a hatch, and he was dumped inside. The last thing he saw was the blue, cloudless sky above and with a loud thump, he was shrouded in darkness.

To be continued…

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