Naruto Monster Story

"I'm so hungry~~!" Dika, who had no physical strength, is now lying on the ground with big characters limp, clutching his empty stomach, feeling the rumbling sounds of his hands, "This time I don't need to use the earth ninja village." Send someone, and we'll starve ourselves to death!"

"It's all your fault, eh!" Didara, who was also weak, lay beside Dika and kicked Dika's face with his toes.But because of his weakness, he just rubbed lightly a few times.But his hands were still stubbornly stuck to his own pants, facing the hooligans, he couldn't relax for a moment, eh!

"By the way, little golden retriever, don't you have clay art? I remember that many girls in the village like it!" Dika sat up suddenly as if on a stimulant. "Let's sell statues!"

"Don't!" Deidara turned his head away without hesitation, and refused, "My art is priceless! Hmm!"

Looking at Didara who was completely stubborn, Dika knew that it was not appropriate to take a hard attack now.No matter how soft the golden retriever is, it will become tougher than the stubborn stone on the edge of the pit when it comes to art!

So Dika shook his index finger and asked, "Stomach or art, which one do you choose?"

"Art!" replied firmly.

"Create art or let me destroy art, which one do you choose?" He continued to threaten with ease.

Didara opened his mouth wide, and looked at the opposite Dika with a disheartened face, who smiled more evil than a devil.The nightmare of all the works of art being ruthlessly destroyed by the invisible man once again appeared in front of my eyes.Didara was in pain, and wrinkled his face into a bun.

Didara's expression seemed to have been chopped off.Let Dika roll his eyes to the sky silently.Hard things like art are not as sweet and soft as women at all. Why is this guy Didara so obsessed with it?

But for the sake of making a living, Dika taught with a serious face: "People can only learn to face reality in the midst of cruelty, Didara! If you die, you will lose all art!"

Didara lowered his head, looking aggrieved.There was a suspicious glint in the blue eyes, and the bulging cheeks squirmed slightly.The hesitation and hesitation made Dika feel anxious for a while.

Fearless, fearless, and sometimes even the tyrant of the family can't suppress Dika, there is the only weakness that can be called a weakness.As long as Didala cries, Dika's whole body will be immobilized as if he has been cast in plaster, and his heart will be so disturbed that he will gallop past like a million mud horses, trampling countless creatures!

This phenomenon is not innate, but Dika himself does not remember when it happened.However, the feeling of wanting to cut the flesh to you in a panic, so that you don't cry anymore, is still fresh in my memory.Fortunately, after the age of six, Didara stopped crying.But Dika also felt uncomfortable for the occasional aggrieved expression.

Dika let out a breath to ease the discomfort in his heart.She moved closer to Didara, trying to coax Didara well, just like comforting a beautiful woman.But found that she has become quite clumsy now.He stammered at every word. "Don't, don't, don't, it's hard, it's hard!"

"Dicka, you're stuttering again. Didn't you say it was cured earlier?" Didara explained inexplicably, which made Dika, who had become unresponsive, fiddle with the chicken coop for a while.

In the end, she followed the instinct in her heart and hugged Didara into her arms.Feel the powerful beating of Deidara's heart.Waiting for the heartbeat of the two to become a beat, Dika felt that his heart had been found back.She breathed a sigh of relief and compromised: "Hey, if you are willing to sell your art at a low price this time, I promise to give you a piece of art that you have never seen before on every birthday in the future. How about it?"

"Really?" Although, being hugged by Dika was a bit inexplicable, but faced with the situation that he always loved to come here from time to time since childhood, Didara didn't seem to resist.

"I lied to you so many times, which one didn't work?" Speaking of record, Dika was quite proud.

"Dika, do you want to die?"

"Ah, it's wrong, it's wrong, if I lie to you this time, I won't be able to get a beauty in this life!"

"I swear you did, but you still stole my pocket money to buy adult posters!" Turning his head, Didara looked at Dika with sharp eyes!

"...Then what do you say?"

"If you don't do it, then you will be enslaved to death by me for the rest of your life!" Didara announced quite proudly, with a sunny smile on her gray face, a bit so bad, but so bad. People feel very pure.It is obviously a white sheep that only pretends to be a wolf in front of a wolf.

Seeing Didara like this, Dika felt complicated. Finally, she buried her head in Didara's shoulder and murmured in a voice that she could only hear. "It's been like this for a long time..."

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Deidara's abstract art is surprisingly popular.Dika, who was not surprised by this phenomenon, shrugged.He muttered: "The aesthetics of this world are really distorted!"

With the money I harvested today, I bought hot Kanto boiled fried eggs and meals.Dika hummed a little song, and walked to the forest and the house built with earthen bunkers.

The sun shines through the lush canopy, casting mottled shadows on the ground.While blocking the scorching sun, the environment becomes cleaner.Seduce Dika's desire to live here for a long time.

It's a pity that selling Didara's art is very profitable, but it's also easy to expose their whereabouts.So after frequent battles, they all had to move and build houses again.

Looking at the leisurely white clouds, Dika felt quite helpless.

[Why are peaceful days so difficult.Old man, there are so many abandoned babies in the world, why did you have to pick me up?If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have to guard a brat who would grow into a tough man in the future, maybe I would have been reincarnated long ago to beauties! 】

Occasionally, the excretion of mental garbage is completed.A strange-shaped white house came into Dika's eyes.Thinking of the golden retriever in the room who forgot to eat and sleep because of art, she sighed even more weakly!

Kick open the door forcefully.Seeing Didara crush the statue in her hand because of her fright, Dika felt inexplicably relieved.She raised the corner of her mouth and said insincerely, "Sorry, sorry!"

"Di! Ka!" shouted full of anger.Didara, who had two dark circles under his eyes, was furious.A masterpiece of the night!In one night, I poured all my heart and soul into it, thinking that it is impossible to have a second art!

[Why, why, Grandpa!Why did you take this bastard home!Can't you change to a cuter girl? 】

Therefore, the world is very strange, people who are completely opposite will gather together inexplicably, and then even more inexplicably have a common desire. 【God, keep this scourge away from me! 】

It's a pity that things like wishes are meant to be shattered. Dika and Didala's bad relationship, even they themselves can only acquiesce.

Skillfully dodging the bench thrown by Didara, Dika hooked it flexibly with her feet and put it back on the ground. She coolly reminded: "You should make the broken furniture yourself! Also, don't eat it anymore. , your fried eggs will be cold!"

Comparing with assholes makes you more assholes than assholes.This is the most reasonable saying that the grandfather taught to the grandson, so Didara took it very seriously.He kept doing mental construction and calmed down his breathing.Then, sat down at the dinner table.Smelling the aroma of fried eggs, Didara felt much better!Sure enough, with a clear head, he understood what he should do tonight.For example, clean up the rare idle books under Dika's bed!

No courtesy, he is just Bai and Dika growing up together!

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The weather is slightly cool, and the moderate temperature is suitable for sleeping.

"Dika!" Didara kicked open the door fiercely, jumped onto the arched quilt in the room, and yelled loudly, ignoring the crisp "click" sound coming from under him. "Get up, Dika! There is a temple fair today! Come with me, huh?"

The quilt was slowly lifted, and a messy head slowly emerged from the quilt.Because of waking up, the clear voice became hoarse, "Bastard, do you know that I didn't sleep for a week just to help you burn that piece of art?"

"Boom!" With the sound of head colliding with the bed mercilessly, Didara withdrew his beating right hand, raised his eyebrows, and said solemnly: "Bastard, don't insult my art, huh?"

Dika felt that in his sleep-deprived and drowsy mind, there was now a nerve "bouncing".Stretching the waist that was almost broken just now, with the strength of the abdomen, he stood up and pushed Didara down on the bed.

The short black hair scratched Deidara's neck rough, itching.The sudden weight on his body made Didala feel a little bit at a loss.A white and tender face suddenly turned red: "You, what are you doing? Huh?"

What could answer him was the sound of sleeping soundly breathing again.

Didara moved his body slowly, and as a result, he was entangled even tighter.Dika's cool skin was completely attached.The stimulation made Didara tremble.The temperature has risen a few degrees!The idea of ​​kicking someone down appeared in my mind, but for some reason, my hand hung in mid-air and did not move. [Forget it, let her sleep a little longer for the sake of seeing her dedicate herself to my art, eh! 】

The setting sun ran behind the clouds, passed through the window with warmth, and slanted on the bed.The black-haired girl's sleepy and delicate face suddenly gave a wretched smile, and she muttered: "Beauty..." Her hands and feet were even more tightly wrapped around the boy who was pressed under her.Correspondingly, the boy who was sleeping soundly, seemed to be having a nightmare, frowned involuntarily, moved his body, and murmured uncomfortably: "Bastard, um!"

The golden hair was intertwined with purple black hair, like a pair of happy lovers, who kept cutting and messing up, it was a sinful debt!

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Being dug out of bed, Dika in a black bathrobe yawned boredly.On the contrary, Didala, who was wearing a white bathrobe, ran forward excitedly. "Dika, hurry up, there are a lot of arts in the temple fair today! Hmm!"

Letting Didara hold hands and dragging himself forward, Dika followed with a bored expression on his face, "Boy, you are so excited, draw back your tongue!"

Didara froze for a while, not knowing what to think of, and yelled back, "Whispering, bastard!" But the exposed ears were slightly pink.

The tongue is a very secretive and charming organ. In the lactation world, the male lion will lick the neck of the lioness to express love, because there is the closest heart temperature.

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small theater:

Deidara: Why are you stuttering?Um?

Dika: My heart twitched.