[Hokage] Long Night Shimmer

The position of Hokage finally fell on the head of Senju Bashirama. Madara did not say anything about it, and seemed to accept the result easily. Perhaps he was mentally prepared, and with his character, he was destined to lose in the referendum.

That night, Senju Bashima took Uchiha Madara to the tavern for a drink, and came back very late.Mao packed up some things to be moved out and took a shower. Just when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard the door outside the house being opened, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps.

She opened the door and walked out, just facing the oncoming Hashirama.The other party's wheat-colored skin was flushed, but he was in good spirits, and there was no sign of being drunk at all.On the other hand, Madara beside him had already hung his head, half asleep and half awake, and was carried back by someone.

Seeing Mao coming out, Hashirama showed her a mouthful of white teeth in surprise: "Mao, it's great that you haven't slept yet, Madara drank a little too much, and I don't know where his room is, can you show me the way, please?" ?”

As soon as Mao got closer, Mao was almost choked by the strong smell of alcohol, she frowned and rubbed her nose, sighing helplessly.

"Come with me."

Under Mao's instructions, Hashirama put Madara on the bed, turned his face and said to her: "Then I will leave it to you, and I will go back quickly."

After that, he waved his hand and strode out of the room without stopping.

Watching Hashirama leave, Mao turned to look at the drunken man lying in front of him, lost in thought.

...Drinking so much, it seems that I will be busy again tonight.

She tied up her sleeves resignedly, fetched a pot of hot water and put it beside her, then stretched out her hand and gently brushed away the man's messy temple hair, revealing the masked handsome face underneath.But now she didn't have time to appreciate it, she picked up a hot towel and directly covered that half of her face, sighing continuously while wiping.

This kind of thing happened to me before I left. When she really moves out, it will not be so easy to come here in time next time.

Hashirama is a good drinker, and Mito will take care of him when he goes home, or even Tomona will take care of him when he goes home.

"Really... What will you do when I'm gone?"

She shook her head amusedly, only to feel that she was really just worrying blindly, how could she not be able to take care of herself at such a big age?If you care about it, you're probably talking about yourself.

Seeing that the packing was almost done, Mao got up and was about to leave, but before she could turn around, someone grabbed her wrist, and a huge force pulled her down suddenly, and she just fell down on the bed.

Even though there was a quilt underneath, she was really stunned by this blow. Before she could realize what happened, she felt a black shadow pressing down on her body, pinning her tightly under her body.

The basin was knocked over, and the towel came out following the action just now. There was a buzzing in Mao's mind, and he even forgot to struggle for a while, and he was stunned for several seconds before he came back to his senses.

She frowned, and rejected the man who smelled of alcohol, but she didn't dare to make a serious move.

"Madara, wake up and see who I am."

"You are Mao, Uchiha Mao...Of course I know who you are."

The muffled words resounded around the neck, accompanied by the delicate wet touch on the skin, coupled with the dense smell of alcohol that pervaded the surrounding area, the string called reason in Mao's brain broke with a snap.

She didn't know where the strength came from, and pushed Madara's head away vigorously, pinching the opponent's face with both hands and looking at him with burning eyes.

The man's eyes are so clear that there is no such thing as drunk, the previous expression of affection was all faked, no wonder the guy from Qianshou Zhujian ran so fast, I'm afraid the two of them colluded together!

Mao was almost annoyed, she tried her best to keep a straight face and said every word: "Once some things are done, there is no turning back, have you thought it through clearly?"

"I never do anything I regret."

Madara grabbed that white and delicate hand, leaned over to cover her long-coveted red lips, and the unique light fragrance after bathing lingered at the tip of her nose, constantly teasing her nerves that were sensitive due to drunkenness.

Maybe he was really a little drunk, but he did it without any scruples at this time, which he never dared to surpass in the past.

Hearing such a response, Mao closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and suddenly kissed back fiercely, with the courage and determination to break the boat, even her voice trembled with excitement.

"...That's what you said, even if you regret it, it's too late."

Compared with the illusory future, she is more willing to grasp everything in front of her, even if she will die tomorrow, at least she has never regretted it now.

Perhaps the Uchiha people are born crazy, love is also crazy, hate is also crazy, becoming a Buddha or a demon is just a thought away, and the scarlet pupil passed down from generation to generation is the best portrayal of this paranoid emotion.

For them, they will not let go of the things they believe in until they die, and they will drag them to sink together if they wish to go to hell.

What's more, this is the stubborn emotion produced by two bruised and bruised people. The more forbearing and restrained they were before, the more unrestrained they are now. Once the locked box is opened, everything will be out of control.

love?like.

But compared to love, the relationship between them is more complicated, and one word alone is not enough to generalize.

hate it?Also hate.

Hate this fruitless relationship, hate that I was born at the wrong time, and hate the injustice of destiny.

Hate that such a person ended up in such a miserable end, but there is nothing he can do.

"Why are you crying, is it hard?"

"no..."

Mao wrapped his arms around his neck, sobbing softly and didn't want to say anything more.Madara had no choice but to stop and comfort the crying man as if he had been greatly wronged.

"Then tell me, what are you crying about?"

"........."

"Even if it can't be solved, at least it's better to say it."

"Blade..." Finally, the person in his arms called out in a low voice, his voice was soft and hoarse, as if a cat's paw was scratching his heart, itching badly.

The woman raised her head, and looked at herself with slightly out-of-focus eyes. There were still a few teardrops hanging on her eyelashes. She looked very innocent. She didn't repeat the tough attitude before, but she looked more like a cute dog. The cat, trustingly exposed its most vulnerable belly, waiting for the love and affection of the owner.

Thinking about it this way, Madara did reach out to caress the other's cheek, and the smooth touch of the palm made him rub it a few more times. Mao lowered his head in cooperation and gently rubbed his palm, the whole person seemed extremely obedient .

"Madara, you won't...leave, will you?"

Madara smiled: "Of course not, as long as you are here, I will always be with you."

He only thought it was the woman's inexplicable sentimentality, so he softly coaxed a few words, and he couldn't help but relax when he heard the other party's satisfied humming.

Looking at Maou's face that was about to cry, Madara suddenly put his heart on her ear and said in a deep voice: "Mao, promise me, don't move out, okay?"

Fiery breath sprayed on the neck, Mao subconsciously wanted to escape but couldn't get rid of the domineering confinement, and could only respond to the man's words indiscriminately following the ups and downs.

"Okay... I, I promise you... Madara, slow down."

Hearing a smug chuckle in his ear, instead of slowing down, the man acted more and more aggressively. Mao was completely speechless and could only groan irregularly, his whole body was weak and he didn't want to move.

In the end, she still couldn't hold on, leaning half of her body on the opponent, and just fell asleep like that.

Madara gently embraced the soft body in her arms, and quietly looked at her tired side face, her eyes were dim.

It doesn't matter if you call him despicable or use any means, as long as you can keep people around him, you are willing to try any dirty method.

This is the only person left for him, if he loses her too, maybe he is not far from going crazy.

Fortunately, this long-planned plan eventually turned into a consensual lingering relationship.

After a long time, he tightened his arms little by little, pressed his thin lips against the tip of the woman's reddish ears and kept whispering in a low voice, his tone was gentle and mixed with a little helplessness.

"Mao, Mao... what should I do with you?"

"You have to drive me crazy to be satisfied..."

The author has something to say:

Try again, if it still doesn't work, there is no other way, this is an emotional drama!Emotional drama!I beg the audit teacher, woo woo woo.

I am so sorry! !