[Naraku] Just to get you

The turmoil outside the house gradually increased, and the moon also disappeared into the outline of half of the cheek. It seemed that the night was not peaceful.

Naraku cast her eyes on the corner of the room, as if she was listening intently to the sound of the wind.

"Clock, I don't have much time." Naraku said, put away the hand stroking the hairline, and concealed it in the purple cuff.

He became as quiet as when he came.

"Naraku, what do you mean?" Clock once again squeezed the front of Naraku's chest.

"It means farewell, I should go, clock." Naraku had already raised one foot, as if he was about to hide in the darkness when he came there.

"Where are you going? What about the game you and I agreed upon?" Clock's hand was still pulling on Naraku's shirt, not letting go, and asked in a low voice, "Naru, I really don't understand, what are you going to do... ..."

The cheek that had been hidden in the darkness was revealed again.

He lowered his head and quietly watched the person in front of him, his red eyes moved slightly.

After a while, he raised his wide purple cuffs, and hugged the boy who didn't let go in front of him into his arms.

"You will understand, clock. Soon, this game will be over..." He said as he leaned his lips against the smooth black hair, "At that time, there will be a relationship between you and me." A relief..."

"Goodbye, clock."

Naluo's voice was scattered in the empty and narrow wooden house, and the warm illusion that seemed to be able to rub people into the bones a few seconds ago still lingered beside the clock.

But the master of temperature has disappeared.

In the empty wooden house, only the clock remained, and under the aftermath of the effects of the medicine, he leaned limply against the wall.

strangeness.

Clock wiped the corner of his eye with his finger.

too weird.

It turns out that it's not just Naraku who is strange tonight, but also himself.

The clock lowered its head feebly, and the blue butterfly had regained its energy, circling beside the clock.

The clock squeezed the half-soft baboon fur on its legs, and looked down, wondering what it was thinking.

What should I do to restrain my desire to see you, Naraku?

"Nailuo!"

Accompanied by several noises, a red-robed figure came in with a bold knife, and half of the door of the room had been split open by him.

"Should die!" With a clatter, the big knife pointed at the clock.

Moonlight emerged from the clouds, illuminating the lavender-clothed figure.

His hair is half long and black and straight, definitely not Naraku's curly hair, even though his body is full of Naraku's disgusting smell.

"Huh, the clock?" Inuyasha's nose and eyes widened for a moment, and he put down the sword, "Why are you crying?"

"Ah, Inuyasha, it's you..."

The clock seemed to be lamenting this long-lost encounter, and slightly trembling, stood up against the wall.

"Hey, are you all right, brat?"

"Ha, what can I do..."

Before the words were finished, the person had already fallen down in disappointment.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the chief executive, Yiye Zhiqiu, and little angel Yuhui for their messages of support (≧?≦)/