[Naruto] Did the outdated idol die for love today?

"The one who made me a real woman...Takashima-kun."

As soon as she finished speaking, she reached out and stroked his hair. The skin of her arm rubbed his neck. Her slender fingers gently rested on his collarbone. The ice-like touch made the skin nearby tremble. .

He glanced down and could only see half of the woman's face hidden in the shadows. Looking down from her dark and curled eyelashes, there is a tall nose bridge and a small and round tip. Perhaps the light is too dim, and her face is like a reflection in the water. When illuminated by the dim light through the window paper, it is like a layer of mist. , hazy and somewhat distorted.

Although he could only see half of her face, he immediately confirmed in his heart that he had never seen such a woman, let alone an "old love".

"I really don't remember such a thing..." He casually picked up the teacup on the low table next to him, and "Takashima"'s face was reflected in the slightly swaying water.

"How can a man like me, who comes from a mediocre family background and has no outstanding appearance, be remembered by the prince?"

This matter was full of weirdness. After thinking about it secretly, he decided to test it out.

The woman raised her eyes and glared at him coldly, with a hint of gritted teeth in it. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, then bit her lip hard, leaving a row of light tooth marks on her lower lip, which was coated with red lipstick.

"So, you don't remember all the things you did?" She said expressionlessly.

"For example, you said you wanted me to do this, and after doing this, we did that and that, and finally we did this and that..." After coldly spitting out a long string of words that should be silenced by the TV station, she suddenly stepped forward. , holding the back of his head with one hand, touching the tip of his nose, staring deeply into his eyes.

"You are really capable of doing this, Takashima-kun."

That suddenly deep voice sounded like a bride who was about to eat him up.

"..."

No, that's not good. It sounds more and more reasonable and convincing. Even if he is very sure that he has never done such a thing, he can't help but start to wonder: Have I really never done it?

Seeing that he was lost in thought and didn't answer, she laughed softly, but she couldn't feel the slightest hint of laughter.

"After that, I was scolded by the smelly old woman... But when I investigated, I couldn't find you at all." She tightened her fingers and pulled his hair until it hurt, "Although I don't mind this. It's okay, but have you figured out how to compensate me, you bastard?"

Feeling the deep resentment in her eyes, he pushed her away uncomfortably and sat up, undoing the transformation technique in front of her.

...He has really never done anything like such a heartless man!

"Although I don't know what's going on, I am indeed not 'Takashima', and I haven't done anything like that with you. You see, it's just a transformation technique. This is my true appearance."

Of course, he did not say that "Takashima" did not exist, it was just a false identity used to do things.

But what he never expected was that these words and the transformation technique did not dispel his suspicion. The other party did not accept this trick at all, and looked even more angry.

"Now that things have happened, do you still want to deny it?"

Although she was very angry, Sasami still looked carefully at the face that was completely different from the ordinary "Takashima" in front of her.

This was a young man who looked a little green, looking at her face with confusion and a little alarm. He had a delicate oval face, with handsome and gentle features, and what caught her most attention on this outstanding face was his lips. The upper lip was slightly raised, as if he was waiting for someone to kiss him.

As if she was bewitched by those lovely lips, she suddenly forgot the words she originally planned to say, "Cut off your little finger to apologize", and even completely forgot about the anger of being scolded.

A sudden feeling of affection rushed into her mind, and involuntarily, she immediately and cleverly thought of a new way to compensate.

"Like last time, do you do this or that to me again?"

>>>

It wasn't until this and that happened that Sasami finally realized that this person was indeed not the "Takashima" she knew.

"I already told you it wasn't."

The new Takashima-kun said dully under the quilt.

There was a big difference in the acting styles of the two Takashima-kuns, but since we couldn't stop halfway through the matter, why not continue... With this thought in mind, Sasami simply settled the matter.

After that, she told the story about the real "Takashima" again.

"Maybe you remembered it wrong. It's common for a face to be lost when it blends into a crowd." The new Takashima-kun is a little bit disgusted by this matter. It's understandable, probably because there is no man. Would be willing to mention other men in moments like this.

Sasami was very dissatisfied with this answer. She clearly remembered this face. It was definitely this guy. How could a mature and cold-hearted adult remember such a thing wrongly?

She turned over in the quilt angrily. It was fine if she didn't see it normally, but when she first spotted that ordinary face in the crowd, anger welled up in her heart almost immediately.

If I get caught...

Be sure to make him look good! The former delinquent girl swore secretly in her heart.

Although all kinds of tormenting thoughts flashed through her mind, she was still inevitably a little tired after doing so many things. The man next to him seemed to be in a kind of lost sage time, staring at the ceiling not knowing what he was thinking.

"It doesn't seem right to keep calling you 'Takashima'. It will make me a little angry." She didn't care about what the other party was thinking at all, and just asked lazily, "Since something like this happened, no matter what How about leaving your name?"

"...Just call me Izuna." The great sage Uchiha Izuna said, "As for the last name...I will tell you next time."

"You ninjas are really troublesome..."

She muttered a few words incoherently, hugged the other person's waist, and soon fell asleep.

Uchiha Izuna couldn't sleep, and of course he didn't intend to.

After doing this and that, the sage's time caused his brain to speed up, and he was almost on the verge of understanding the mysteries of life. As he thought about it, he remembered something that happened a long time ago.

It was true that he was the only one using the false identity "Takashima", but in the distant memory of time and space, there seemed to be an exception.

That time it was due to a heavy rain that caused him and the daimyo who were under protection to stay elsewhere, and had to leave the contact task to his brother Madara. He was still a little guilty at that time, feeling that his brother, who was not good at expressing himself, must have endured it over and over in such social occasions...

I didn't expect that he could endure it, but he did such a thing!

As a younger brother, you cannot tell your elder brother right or wrong. Now, Izuna refuses to discuss this matter. He just felt confused for a while, as if the door to a new world had opened. He lowered his head and looked at the "taohu" who was sleeping with him in his arms - in this process, no trace of her mouth fat was left. , the makeup is also a bit sloppy, but it makes people feel as pitiful as a child who has not grown up.

As he stood up and dressed, he thought absentmindedly:

How did things get like this?

Why is it my brother?