[Naruto] Did the outdated idol die for love today?

"Riru, why did you run out?"

The man frowned and looked at her gloomily.

There were troublesome characters before and after, and no matter which one they were, Sasami didn't think they had any good intentions towards her. She was too tired to stand up, so she just sat down on the ground.

"...I just want to visit a friend." With the thought of breaking the jar, she gave up her struggle and said calmly.

Tobirama asked, "Who is your friend?"

"How could you not know," she stared provocatively into those crimson eyes and replied in a cold tone, "it is your eldest brother Hashirama."

The man standing slightly higher behind her was in a daze and muttered: "It's actually Hashirama..."

Before she could turn her head to see the man's movements clearly, he appeared behind her as if teleporting. Sasami's back was turned to him, so she couldn't see his expression and movements, but judging from Tobirama's reaction in front of her, I'm afraid he was a character that even Tobirama couldn't resist.

Senju Tobirama knew very well that it was impossible to face Uchiha Madara head-on with his own strength. The only one who could fight him was his eldest brother.

The right thing to do is to run away quickly. He seems to be very concerned about the woman named "Riru", who is also called "Sasami" in Hashirama's mouth. Tobirama is very confident that he will not be caught up.

But this woman...

Even if it cannot be taken away, it must not be left to the Uchiha people!

There was a flash of white light, and the kunai aimed at her neck and stabbed it down. Her heart skipped a beat, and she realized that there was no way to survive. She simply closed her eyes and waited for the judgment of fate to come.

If I could do it again... forget it, don't do it again.

The expected pain did not come.

Sasami:...?

When she opened her eyes in confusion and joy of surviving the disaster, it was as if she was dreaming. The man who looked gloomy, depressed and malicious in her eyes grabbed the sharp blade of the kunai with his bare hands. The sharp blade cut through his gloves, and the warmth Blood dripped down his arm and onto her face.

"Uchiha Madara...hum."

Before she could succeed, the razor-like silver-haired man quickly put away his weapon and disappeared from her eyes.

"...Still running so fast." Madara curled his lips contemptuously, but did not catch up. Instead, he looked at her quietly, stretched out his hand, and said, "Can you stand up, Liru?"

"..." Sasami's heart was filled with shock. She had no idea why this man would seize the enemy's blade and save her. But what shocked her even more was the words "Uchiha Madara" that Tobirama blurted out before leaving.

Is this man...is Madara?

Looking back on that day when he and Hashirama met in Nanga River, it seemed like it had been so long ago that it had happened in the last century.

They were the few people who had shown kindness to her since she came into this world. Although the name "Uchiha Madara" has always been at the top of the list of "under and over", she still firmly remembers the warmth conveyed by that outer cloak.

At that time, he was just a cheerful child who was a little awkward. I don't know what he had gone through, but now he has turned into this sinister and arrogant person.

Seeing that she was immersed in her own thoughts for a long time without answering, Madara seemed very impatient. He simply squatted down in front of her, took her hand and put it on his shoulder: "You are so weak, I guess you won't be able to walk. Come up quickly, Quan Nai is still waiting for me at home."

"...I'm sorry." She lay on his back and asked in a daze, "...Does your hand hurt?"

Madara ignored her question. In his opinion, a wound of this degree was nothing at all. He carried her on his back and kept jumping between the trees. The surrounding scenery turned into shaky frames in her eyes because of the excessive speed.

"Are you Madara Uchiha?" she asked again.

"Yeah." He replied lazily.

"I've seen you before," she said.

"Oh." He still looked like he didn't care at all.

Not long after the screen shook, the vision widened and they had jumped out of the edge of the forest. Madara put her down, and when he saw the bruises on her legs from the stones, he frowned and picked her up horizontally.

"...You are really a fragile thing." He said lightly, but she felt the vibration from his chest.

"A weak woman like you is easily hurt and always sheds tears. What should I do to make you obedient?"

"...I just feel bored." She shrank into his arms again and shook her exposed calf, "I'm not allowed to do this, and I'm not allowed to do that, but it makes me want to try it even more. "

"……Humph."

She leaned against Madara's chest, feeling the vibrations caused by the low laughter, and felt inexplicably happy.

>>>

When they got home, Quan Nai had already prepared a meal waiting for them.

He didn't ask why she ran away, nor where Madara found her. He just took her hand and walked into the courtyard after dinner, kissed the tip of her nose gently, and said to her in a calm tone: "Riru , I ask you to take care of your brother tonight."

"……why?"

She was a little confused. It was not once or twice that Izuna wanted to push her to Madara. In her impression, he was not such a generous man. You must know that when they first met, he was even jealous of the "Takashima" who had disappeared long ago.

"While he is away, I have occupied you for many days..." He looked up at the paper door of his brother's room, and his hand holding her wrist tightened, "It seems a bit excessive if I don't return you to my brother."

"..."

Since you said so and even betrayed your beauty, what should I not agree to?

Sasami thought so and nodded in agreement.

When Madara finished the rest of the work and returned to his room from the study, it was like yesterday reappearing. Riru knelt on the ground like a sunny day, and slowly raised her head after hearing the sound.

"...?"

Madara was a little confused. He carefully recalled everything that happened at sunset, until the memory of the bruises on her calves broke into his mind, and he finally smartly understood——

Did you come to him for medicine again?

Thinking like this, he made no move. Instead, he closed the door and looked at her carefully in the dim light.

The face seemed illusory and real, with only half of it reflecting the warm yellow light, while the other half was buried in the deep shadows of the night. The long hair is as smooth as silk and scattered on the chest, like a phantom in a dream, like the bright moon behind the Golden Pavilion, the half-obscured brightness makes it even more difficult to see through.

With a slight noise from the friction of her sleeves, she stood up, decadently and innocently, with the scent of laziness and abandon all over her body, and raised her slender index finger to her lips.

"Oh, my legs hurt so much." She put one hand on the door frame behind him, put her lips next to his ear, and whispered, "Please be gentle tonight, right?"