[Naruto] Did the outdated idol die for love today?

Beyond the undulating snow-capped mountains, there is a flat basin embedded in the mountains. Walking down the mountain stream, it doesn't take long to reach Yushima, a famous nearby resort.

On this cold snowy night, in the hot spring hotel among the snow-capped mountains, a mellow smell of alcohol drifted into the air.

Dim candlelight scattered in the air, and a dark figure was faintly reflected on the yellow door paper. Like a scene reflected on the glass of a tram, the shadow passed through a row of paper doors and swept forward quickly.

There was a rush of footsteps in the long, dark corridor. As the sound got closer, two fingers poked through the door paper, grabbed the wooden grating on the door, and quickly opened the door.

"……spot……?"

Under the almost extinguished candlelight, she looked over hesitantly.

The person who came was wearing a dark bathrobe, with his hands folded in his sleeves, and he stood like a bronze statue in the dark night. His eyes were heavy, but upon closer inspection, they were blank and unfocused.

When the door was opened, a sweet smell of alcohol invaded her nose.

——Did this guy go drinking?

she thought suspiciously.

"Really, I would rather go drinking alone than call me." She raised her eyes and complained, seemingly falsely.

"..."

His body full of alcohol swayed, he turned his knees towards her direction, slowly sat down on his knees, and then nodded calmly.

"I'm back, Riru."

"There's really nothing I can do about you..." As she said that, she took two steps forward, put her hands around his neck, and said briskly: "Do you care so much about what happened during the day?"

The cold fingers touched the hot skin, dissipating some of his drunkenness.

Recalling the experience during the day, Uchiha Madara's face could not help but sink.

The cause of the matter is this.

After the negotiations with the Country of Wind ended, the busyness of building the village finally came to an end. Hashirama gave everyone in his company a day off, and it was rare that he had nothing to do. Uchiha Madara finally returned home after a long absence.

He closed the door, placed the ninja boots in the entrance, and walked into the house. The living room was empty, except for the gentle breeze blowing through the window sill, which made the wind chimes on the eaves jingle.

The breeze gradually died down, and the place was quiet, with no one around.

I'm fine with Izuna, but Riru isn't here either...?

He was a little confused, but without stopping, he continued walking towards his room.

"...Ugh..."

Before he could take a few more steps, there was a faint sound not far from the corridor.

The sound seemed to come from the utility room. He couldn't hear it clearly, so he turned around cautiously and quietly approached the source of the sound.

"Izumi, Izuna-sensei..."

The female voice, which had become hoarse due to patience, reached his ears with a hint of charm.

"..."

Fine.

It turned out to be the case.

His eyes darkened and he retreated quietly.

The next morning, Sasami got dressed and was sitting in the entrance hall changing her shoes when she was suddenly hugged from behind, suffocating her.

"What's wrong?" She turned around in confusion, and stopped her hand after recognizing Madara.

Madara raised his head, glanced out the window, and said as if nothing had happened: "I passed by a nice snow mountain hot spring on my business trip... Speaking of which, it's been a long time since we went out together, Liru."

"Eh?"

After that, with the other party's low exclamation, he put his arms around her waist, picked her up horizontally, and silently opened the door, leaving only a few footprints of different shades on the snow in front of the house. His figure disappeared without a trace in an instant.

——He just ran away with his sister-in-law (?).

"Wait a minute, isn't Quanna going with us?"

"...It's just the two of us this time."

……

That afternoon, they arrived at their destination.

"I would like to ask, what is your relationship...?" After entering the hotel, the front desk lady smiled gently and asked: "I don't mean to pry into the privacy of the guests, but just for couples, we have special couple suites to choose from. oh."

"Couple." They both answered in unison.

The lady at the front desk nodded, glanced downwards, and her hand that was about to continue recording suddenly stopped abruptly.

"Hmm, your surname is Uchiha, right...?" Noting the ring she wore on her right ring finger, the receptionist's handwriting couldn't help but drift a little.

They claim to be a couple, but only one of them wears a ring on their finger. This situation is not uncommon, but usually...

Well, a one-night stand.

The front desk lady's eyes suddenly became subtle.

Following this subtle gaze, Madara looked down, and a silvery cold light flashed past. Only then did he notice that there was a silver ring on her slender ring finger.

——It must have been done by Izuna again.

Thinking like this, his expression couldn't help but darken.

Reluctance was like a dark night under the moonlight, quietly blooming in Madara's heart, making his thoughts gradually drift away.

Why did it happen to be Quan Nai?

Only Quan Nai, he couldn't blame him.

Madara's face became increasingly unkind, as gloomy as the lead-gray sky outside the window. He crossed his arms in displeasure, but could not find any reason to lose his temper, so he had to leave with a dark face.

Whether we met for the first time or met again, he was the one who came first.

So, how did things come to be like this? !

……

At the end of the memory, there is a cold light on the fingertips.

Feeling the hands moving around his neck and the cold touch lingering on his skin, his drunkenness dissipated a lot. His dark eyes darkened slightly, and he suddenly lowered his head, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Did Izuna say anything to you...?"

He asked in a low voice as he ran his fingers over the ring.

"Yes, he asked me if I wanted to try to get married." She also lowered her voice and answered mysteriously, "However, I did not agree to him."

"The two of us have discussed it... I originally wanted to consider it, but neither I nor Quan Nai are willing to leave you."

She winked slyly.

Madara's mood became complicated again.

Thanks to his drunkenness, he leaned all his weight on her. I don't know if it was because of alcohol or soaking in the soup pool for a long time, but his face was a little red. Although there was no water dripping from his wet hair, it had the wetness of having just taken a shower and became soft and docile, just like him who rarely showed emotion tonight.

Seeing his rare appearance, Sasami certainly couldn't refuse. She didn't pull away from his body, but kissed his forehead with some pity.

After the kiss, she couldn't hold it any longer and leaned back, and the two of them fell on the tatami together.

The belt of the yukata was tied loosely and he took it off quickly. The warm skin stuck together, and under the overlapping body temperature, Madara's consciousness gradually became hazy, and her hands were a little careless, leaving a few purple bruises on her body.

That night, the moon's light was extremely dim, and only the stars filled the sky. The tiny stars seemed to be hanging on the ground, and you could touch them with your hands.

Facing the starlight falling from the window, he held her in his arms and let her wrap around him like an octopus. Resting on the low star curtain and smelling each other's scent, they both rarely slept well.

The next morning, the two got up early as usual. After cleaning up, they took a walk around Yushima.

Madara was silent as he recalled what happened last night. Sasami thought of Izuna at home. If Izuna discovered the bruises last night... She covered her wrists and felt a chill down her back reflexively. Although Izuna once said with a smile that she didn't mind, the wounds on her wrists that were damaged all the time always reminded her of that dark smile.

——Go back to Hashirama to apply for a busy errand. Let’s get this thing out of the way first.

She held her forehead and thought with a headache.

The two of them were side by side, but their thoughts were completely different. Before I knew it, I had arrived in front of Yushima Shrine. A towering torii gate stands on the passage in front, and stone steps stretch all the way up.

"Since I'm here, it's probably fate. Why not go up and pay homage." She said.

"Okay." Madara said.

The two of them walked up the stairs to the washbowl of the water house. After scooping water to cleanse their hands, Sasami inadvertently raised her head, and a cluster of white plums fell on her head.

By chance, the snowflakes were also falling.

"Is it snowing...?" she murmured.

Caught off guard, her hand was grabbed by someone, her center of gravity was unstable, and she suddenly fell into the embrace behind her.

"Stop dawdling, let's go."

He wrapped her in his cloak, pushed her waist, took her two steps forward, as if nothing happened.

Seeing through his deliberately averted gaze, she curled up her lips, almost wanting to laugh.

The winter sun shines on the side of his face, making his jawline hazy, as if covered with a layer of pale golden morning mist.

Facing the sunshine, the Ema hanging standing under the plum tree seemed to be favored by the holy light. Sasami bought back two pieces of Ema and started writing her New Year's vision with great enthusiasm.

"I hope I can get a good job after returning to the village."

Her wishes are straightforward.

After secretly hanging Ema into a hiding place, she turned her head and said, "Let's go."

The sound of taiko drums was heard in the distance, and the snow seemed to be falling heavier and heavier.

The two people's cloaks were warmed by each other's bodies. Even if snowflakes fell on them, they would immediately turn into tears and drip down the cloaks.

"Go back, Riru."

The wind, snow and falling flowers scattered all over the ground, and the winter day in Yushima became as warm as if it were drunk.