[Naruto] Did the outdated idol die for love today?

In early autumn, all the leaves are not yet stained with the golden red that symbolizes harvest. There is even a hint of thin green mixed in among the mountains in the distance. Reflected by the yellow surroundings, it strangely gives off a sense of death.

That night, Madara, who had not been home for some time, appeared in front of Riru's door with the coolness of autumn dew all over his body.

Hearing the movement at the door, she put on her crepe silk coat, carefully lifted the quilt and climbed up.

...is he a thief? How dare you get into my hands? If you want to blame it, it's your tragic fate of not being able to own a Gundam(?)!

As soon as she opened the door, she was hugged tightly by a pair of hands.

"……spot?"

It was rare that Madara showed his emotions so clearly. She was a little confused, but she didn't struggle. She just slowly stretched out her hand to hug him back.

"What's wrong……?"

"Do it," he said simply.

Since you said so, just do it. At that moment, she didn't offer any resistance. She hooked her arms around his neck and simply fell into the quilt behind her.

Everyone completed the work according to the familiar procedures, and no one spoke for a while in the room. Li Ru leaned on his chest and combed her long hair.

"The Uchiha people don't want to follow me..." In the room full of beautiful people, he broke the midnight silence and said, "If you choose to stay, I won't have any complaints."

"Why should I stay?" she asked lazily.

Although he had already tested her attitude, after confirming it again, Madara couldn't help but curl his lips.

He propped up half of his body, held her in his arms, put his fingers into her hair, and combed her hair carefully.

"I will leave the village before dawn." His breath poured on the silky hair, making the nearby hair a little moist, and seemed to be exuding the fragrance of lilies.

"What about Hashirama? Can't he even keep up with you?"

Thinking of how Madara would always look helpless and reluctant when being called out for drinks/sparring/dining by Hashirama, who would always let him drag him away with a very affectionate look, she couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

"I've found a new path," he said.

She looked up at his face. When he said this, he raised his chin slightly. The lines on his chin were smooth and neat, as if he was born for this kind of action, showing a natural and arrogant beauty.

Before she could stop to admire this rare beauty, he opened his mouth and added: "...Hashirama is the only man who can compete with me. I will look forward to the moment when I compete with him."

...The friendship between you men is really confusing, isn't it? ?

Sasami grinded her teeth secretly, fell on him, leaned her cheek towards his neck, and bit his Adam's apple with a force that was neither soft nor heavy.

"Do you want to run away before I wake up again, Takashima-kun?" She lowered her head to him and looked at his face softly. Madara didn't seem to notice the approaching crisis at all, and looked at her with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"It's still very early before dawn." White jade-like fingers placed on his neck, and she smiled coldly under the weak candlelight.

"Let you experience the enthusiasm at that time again...?"

>>>

At dawn, the mature and cold-hearted adults had already taken care of their own private affairs. There was no bloody scene like hugging and crying in the TV series, but they just calmly said their final goodbyes.

"You know where to find me..." She put her hands through his waist, tied his ninja bag and short knife on him, and said softly: "You have your own path to take, and I also have my own affairs. Do it.”

"I see."

Madara put on the dark robe again, and his whole body seemed to blend into the darkness before dawn.

"...After I finish the rest, I will follow you out of here." Finally, she helped him straighten his collar, and Sasami put her coat on her body, ready to send him out.

Seeing the usually lazy Riru taking care of his luggage for a rare occasion, he felt a vague sense of emptiness in a daze.

The path I have chosen is really...

Before he had the chance to waver, this tiny sprout was nipped in his infancy by himself.

Madara's will became firm again.

He lifted her chin with his hand and looked at her face for the last time during this brief parting moment. Facing the dim candlelight, her face seemed to be coated with a layer of pale golden glass, as if it would break if touched.

The dull crepe coat hangs loosely on her shoulders, which are not broad. The front and back collar are somewhat open, giving people the illusion that if they look further, they can clearly see her body under the dark shadow. Perhaps because of the torment before dawn, she had a faint crimson color from her neck to her back, and the few scattered dark red marks were particularly eye-catching, giving people a strange feeling of fascination. .

"...I won't wait for you."

After saying this, he pressed the back of her head and pressed his lips hard against her. Although both of them knew that there would still be a chance to see each other again, at this moment, they were kissing each other one last time like a pair of young people with no tomorrow.

"Oh, neither of us are young anymore..."

Amid her soft teasing, Madara climbed out of the second-floor window, his figure disappearing into the thin morning mist, as if he had never been there before.

>>>

Seeing Madara's figure gradually disappearing in the sky outside the window, the faint smile on the slightly raised corners of his mouth also faded away. She was stunned and unconsciously touched her lips.

...Izuna, was that your original plan at that time?

The bitten lip has grown back, and the scars left by the unlucky young man can no longer be seen. But no matter who she kissed again, the first person she thought of was always the man named "Uchiha Izuna".

After surviving the river, Sasami always felt that Izuna was not dead. He seemed to have turned into something else, and she stubbornly believed that one day he would meet her again.

Even though you did such a bad thing to me, I still can't hate you.

She stroked her intact lips and laughed again.