Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

After not going home for more than two months, Kamui felt inexplicably relieved when he returned to his room again.

It is said that a golden nest or a silver nest is not as good as your own doghouse. This time, he really understood it.

After rolling a few times on the tatami and looking at the wooden ceiling above his head, Kamui couldn't help but curl his lips.

He actually regards this place as his home. Is this the sense of belonging he has always wanted?

His expression faded little by little, and Shenwei rested his hands on his head in a daze.

He is really weird now. When he has no feelings, he always wants to form a bond with someone. But when he realizes that a bond seems to have actually formed, he starts to panic and become confused again.

He never knew how to deal with the more special feelings between people, which made him a little uneasy.

But in his heart, there was another voice that kept telling him to just let nature take its course.

He closed his eyes and his mind began to drift.

It's nice to be in Senju, but it's not my home after all. I can't sleep well at night, and I have to worry about whether Tobirama will be tied up and sent to the operating table.

Take a nap, even if it's broad daylight, I want to take a nap.

He felt a little tired after two days of running around. He didn't have time to take a dip in the shower room, and his eyelids were already fighting.

When Madara washed away his exhaustion and bloody smell and put on his yukata and opened the paper door of Kamui's room, Kamui was already sound asleep near the edge, under the warm sunshine of the spring afternoon.

It feels good to open the door and see the person you want to see.

The towel for wiping his hair was casually placed on the clothes rack next to the door, and Madara walked over lightly.

He sat cross-legged next to Kamui, letting the warm sun shine on him.

The wet hair was dried bit by bit, and the person lay down here.

Madara turned over and faced the sleeping Kamui. He stared at this peaceful face while sleeping, fascinated.

"Is your life in Senju really as good as you said that day?"

Madara's voice was very soft, just a whisper-like breath.

This sound cannot wake up the sleeping person, it is just him talking to himself.

"Tobirama, has he...did he..." As he said this, Madara felt that it was inaccurate again, his eyes gradually dimmed, and he couldn't help but raise his hand and reach out to Kamui's face.

"It's you, have you ever..."

His fingers uncontrollably traced along the curve of the profile, the forehead wrapped with a white bandage, the lowered mountain roots, the tall bridge of the nose, and...

Repeatedly tapping his fingers on the philtrum and lips, Madara's mind recalled the plump lips with lipstick that he had seen that day.

His throat rolled up, and he suppressed his sinful thoughts.

It's always easy to be distracted when facing this face, and Madara dislikes this kind of himself.

Reluctantly, he took back his hand and turned over to face the yard.

The paper door on the side near the yard is now fully open. Everything is sprouting in spring. The grass in the backyard has turned green, the flowers in the corner have also grown taller, and even the tree has begun to sprout tender green leaves.

He looked at these sights that he had seen countless times in the past and tried hard to cool down his gradually boiling blood.

Although Madara didn't want to admit it, he had envied Tobirama more than once.

He spent more time with Kamui than Tobirama spent with Kamui, but he did not win Kamui's heart because of the advantage of being close to the water.

After you have someone you like, you always want to meet and get close. This is the conclusion that Madara has reached now.

So, how long can he keep Kamui by his side?

When he thought that one day Kamui would abandon him and Izuna and go to Tobirama, Madara felt extremely sad.

He turned around unwillingly, and the one lying next to him turned around with him.

The two people who turned around at the same time were facing each other, and even each other's breath could hit each other's face.

Suddenly seeing the longing face magnified in front of his eyes, with only a small distance between them, Madara's whole body froze.

As if feeling something around him, the sleeping person naturally put his arms and legs over him, as if hugging a sleeping pillow, using both hands and feet to hug the other person into his arms.

Feeling the person hanging on him like a koala, blood instantly rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead. Madara seemed to have been cast a restraining spell, unable to move at all.

There was an itch on his forehead, and Kamui's light breath sprayed on his hairline.

In my ears was the sound of the mighty and powerful heartbeat, like a rhythmic drum beat.

But the heat he felt on his body made him unable to tell whether it came from the other person or from himself.

The beautifully shaped lips were slightly open, right in front of his eyes, and he could reach them as long as he raised his chin slightly.

There is also a white neck, and the main arteries are hidden under the skin. If you look carefully, you can see the less obvious pulsation.

His breathing gradually became faster, and he could no longer move or act like a sleeping pillow.

He wanted to move, but he clearly longed for this embrace but felt that he couldn't stay any longer.

By the time his brain reacted, his hands had already gone around Kamui's back.

He tightened his arms.

Madara's eyes were moist, and he closed them as if to escape.

He was wondering, who was Kamui thinking about when he took him into his arms, and who did he think he was?

Just use it as a pillow to rest your arms and legs?

He didn't believe it.

He doesn't believe it.

Kamui woke up when it was dark. When he opened his eyes, he only saw the paper door closed by someone and the quilt covering himself.

Who did it, Madara, Izuna, or Yuki?

There are only these three people in the family, so it doesn't matter who they are.

He turned over, and the room was extremely dark. Only the night lamp in the corridor, which Ashue had lit as soon as it got dark, shone a little through the paper door made of silk paper.

Kamui lay there quietly, vaguely thinking of his dream.

His dark eyes melted into the darkness. He raised his hand and touched his lips, laughing to himself.

"What the hell, am I feeling lusty too? Why did I dream of being kissed?"

He clearly has no crush on any girl, not to mention, there is no girl around him who can be attracted to him.

In the clan, girls of my age are basically married. During the Warring States Period, when the population was declining, families generally married early because they needed to have children to strengthen their families. Even those who were not married at this age were basically engaged.

When he walked on the streets of his tribe, whenever he met a woman of the same age, she almost always became someone else's wife.

The back of his hand wiped his lips randomly, as if he had really been kissed by someone.

He was depressed, but after thinking about it he couldn't help but laugh, "To say the least, this body is not mine. Even if I was kissed, it would be nothing. Haha, this is probably the best thing about occupying someone else's body." .”

However, it has been several years, and his soul has adapted very well to this body. Many times, he even feels that he has completely merged with the body and soul of Uchiha Kamui.

Shenwei rolled around in annoyance and wailed jokingly: "How could I have such a dream, ah ah, I'm not clean anymore!"

He doesn't need a woman, he doesn't need a marriage, he has no parental care, no brothers and sisters to rely on and be dependent on, and he doesn't know how to be a husband, how to be a father to his children, how to be a grandfather who loves his grandchildren.

Compared to other people, being alone is more suitable for him who knows nothing.

He is probably different from Naruto. Naruto longs to have his own family, a wife and children, but Kamui is afraid of this.

He is afraid of becoming like his parents, of being hated by his partner, of disappointing his children.

If this is the case, he doesn't want to harm others.

He did not feel the warmth of family, and he did not need the family happiness that others had.

It's enough for him to live, even if he dies one day in the future, it doesn't matter.

Reborn in this world, he no longer needs those worldly happiness.

Yes, he doesn't need to.