[Naruto] Did the outdated idol die for love today?

Tobirama Senju, who is known as the "Ninja World's Most Speedy", returned to his study room with great speed. He leaned his body weight on the backrest of the chair and covered his bleeding little finger. His heart was fluctuating and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Of course he wouldn't mind being disliked by a woman at all. As a ninja, I don't know how many people hate him. If he couldn't bear this level of hatred, he would have died somewhere.

However, what happened next was somewhat beyond his poor understanding of the relationship between men and women.

He couldn't help but touch the row of purple-red tooth marks on his little finger with his fingertips. The touch felt a bit uneven, as if he could still feel the needle-like pain when the sharp teeth pierced the skin, and the tip of his tongue accidentally licked the scar. licking sensation.

How did all this happen?

He replayed it in his mind.

She kept talking about the woman who hated him. Although her words were full of deep love, he could clearly see that there was no reflection of him at all in those deep, obsidian eyes.

The warm tongue touched his fingertips, causing slight pain and at the same time a numb and itchy feeling.

He exerted slight force to pull out his fingers, but his teeth clenched tighter.

He had no choice but to put on a serious expression, lowered his face and scolded: "Sasami, what on earth do you want to do?"

Sasami had seen this look many times before. Not only was she not frightened, she instead let out a cold laugh.

"In Tobirama-kun's mind, what is a woman?"

She held the object in her mouth between her index finger and thumb, keeping a posture slightly lower than him, and asked quietly.

"..." Tobirama was speechless for a moment.

No one answered, and the atmosphere was awkward for a while. On weekdays, Tobirama always rushes between the office and the research laboratory. He leads a very fulfilling life and has no time to think about the relationship between the sexes. Naturally, he can't think of a suitable way to say it.

Seeing that he was speechless, she didn't ask any more questions. She shook her willow-like fingers, pulled out a hairpin from her hair, and pointed the sharp end in his direction.

As if talking to herself, her focused gaze seemed to penetrate his face, and she vaguely saw another blurred figure. The two bloody lips touched up and down and said:

"You have a part in me becoming such a woman..."

In the silent room, a sigh disappeared into the dim light.

After saying these words, she seemed to have recalled something, and her hands relaxed unknowingly. Tobirama's eyes flickered, but he still didn't take the opportunity to pull away his fingers.

He could no longer treat her as a phantom of the past. She would never cry again, nor would she be scared by him again, and she was even almost killed by him once.

Is she a woman? of course.

What is a woman like? It should be like she used to be. With soft arms and waist, and endless tears, she is a being that people unconsciously want to protect.

Once a woman becomes a ninja, there is no difference between gender. From then on, she suffered the fate of a ninja, not a woman.

Just looking at her numb expression, he couldn't sigh for this fate.

"you……"

"I……"

After a long silence, they both spoke at the same time.

"...You go ahead and say it first." Tobirama nodded to her.

The clear hairpin was taken back by her in the light and shadow outside the shadow. Under the dim light outside the window, the mother-of-pearl embellished on the hairpin reflected the colorful shimmer, making the gold maki-e at the end look as beautiful as a dream. It's like fantasy.

She inserted the hairpin back into her hair, and the glimmer of light was covered by the shadow of the hairpin.

The face under the shadow seemed to be shrouded in dim clouds, and her voice became unclear: "Don't look at me with this expression. I am not the kind of woman who will take revenge on you."

Tobirama wanted to go straight to the topic and tell his intention, but now he hesitated. There was a vague thought in his heart that he had occasionally had when facing her in the past:

Is he going a little too far...?

Just when he wanted to do something to ease the unpleasant atmosphere, his plum-colored lips closed, but she opened her mouth again.

"Since you failed to kill me, let me have a taste of the same feeling..." As she said that, she lowered her eyes, and the dots of sadness appeared on her face as always.

"——Then, let you experience what I have tasted."

Holding her little finger in her mouth, she bit down hard between her teeth.

The pain like needles, the stench of blood, the high bridge of the nose, the round lips...these pains are spliced ​​together with the twisted love, and the sticky feeling of skin against each other makes people taste a strange satisfaction.

As she got closer, a delicate fragrance gradually invaded his nostrils.

As if wrapped in petals, it brushed against his pink-blue coat, leaving a fragrant scent of lilies.

"Have you been smoking this incense?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said.

Embraced by the flowers, he turned over in the enticing fragrance and opened his eyes to look at the woman beneath him. He lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows. There seemed to be a flicker of subtle malice between his eyelashes and lower eyelids.

"……correct."

Her hoarse voice sounded in his ears, causing him to stop moving.

"I don't do this because I love you..."

The voice seemed to be floating in the air, lingering far away in the surrounding gloom.

What the reason was, he no longer wanted to delve into it.

……

When he got dressed and stood by the window sill as usual, with his fingers already clasped around the paper window painted with Yae Sakura, the woman wrapped in the quilt and counting her hair lazily glanced at her and said lightly, "This time please Take the stairs, Tobirama-kun."

The window had been opened for more than a foot. He raised his eyes and looked out the window. Under the vermilion lanterns were tourists and guests coming and going. In the bustling place, there was a sense of deep depression for no reason.

He obediently stopped what he was doing, but he still had no intention of walking back.

"What did you mean by what you said then?" When asked this time, there was no aggression in his eyes anymore, he was simply looking for an answer.

"Let's ask again later." Her eyes were still illusory and unfulfilled, and she raised the corners of her mouth mockingly, "Did you make a mistake..."

Her plain hands tucked her black forehead behind her ears, and she turned her face away, no longer looking at him as if disgusted.

"Nothing will change between us. I still hate you, Tobirama-kun."

>>>

After sending away the troublesome guest, Sasami called the maid to clean her body. Then he lazily stood up and let them dress him up, then leaned against the window and showed his face.

Seeing her face appear behind the window again, people quickly gathered downstairs to watch, their messy footsteps trampling the fallen leaves on the ground to pieces.

"You men..."

She took out the plum-colored Chanel lipstick and carefully traced the shape of her plump lips in the mirror.

"If you naively think that I have any good intentions, you are totally wrong."

Bad words spewed out from her plump lips. She habitually ignored those disgusting comments and her eyes wandered among the crowd unconsciously. Suddenly, a familiar figure occupied her mind.

Snapped--

The lipstick fell from her hand, leaving a bright red mark on the ground.

The wounds on his lips and wrists seemed to be in severe pain like those who had committed suicide under thin ice.

"You are……?!"