Chapter 4: Saved by the Hero “Beautiful”; Dinner and Gifts (Ch 4)

The imagined pain did not come, but instead there was the sound of fists and feet colliding.

Soon Naraku felt his body lighten, and the string seemed to have fallen off his back, followed by the sound of grass and clothes rubbing against each other.

“How dare you…!”

“Master Xianye, let’s go!”

“Humph, I’ll teach you a lesson next time!”

When he opened his eyes, he saw Xian Ye and his two followers fleeing in panic, casting a shadow on the messy grass in front of him.

Naraku followed the shadow and saw a tall white-haired boy. He was sheathing his sword. His facial features showed a hint of grown-up handsomeness, and his hair was cast with a layer of warm yellow light because of the backlight, which made him a little dizzy.

He is worthy of being my male god. He was very handsome even when he was a child.

So this is what it feels like to be saved by a hero. No wonder Kushina fell for him.

Naraku quickly came to his senses, hurriedly got up from the ground and tidied his clothes, but soon stopped, looking a little embarrassed.

After standing there frozen for a while, he whispered, “Hatake, thank you.”

Kakashi raised an eyebrow. Normally, Uchiha Naraku hardly spoke a word to others. He didn’t expect the other party to be so polite. He was completely different from the noisy loser.

It seems that the reason for being quiet is not arrogance, but introversion.

“Your wrist will become damaged if you don’t take care of it.”

Kakashi gave Naraku a rare reminder with good intentions, but he found that Naraku lowered his head and hid his hands behind his back with an embarrassed expression, and there was a gleam of light in his dark eyes.

It took a long time before a voice as soft as a mosquito’s was heard.

“There is no medicine at home…”

Naraku didn’t lie. How could his scumbag father prepare medicine at home when he didn’t even give him food to eat?

“Come with me.”

Kakashi took a few steps and found that the person behind him didn’t move, so he turned around and asked, “Is your foot hurt?”

“No, no.”

Naraku agreed and hurriedly followed, returning to the Hatake residence with Kakashi one after the other.

Along the way, Naraku thought that his plan was successful. He finally had an encounter with Kakashi. It was just a matter of time before they became gay (crossed out) good friends.

When they reached the outer corridor, Kakashi walked into the house and soon came out to the corridor carrying a box of ointment, motioning for him to sit down with his eyes.

Naraku sat down obediently, and when Kakashi was about to lift up his sleeves, he reacted a beat too slow. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late. All over his body, bruises were exposed, and there was almost no good flesh left.

So serious.

Kakashi frowned.

It is impossible for this level of beating injuries to be concentrated on only one arm.

“Take off your clothes and expose all the injured parts.”

“No need, just apply it on your wrists.” Naraku whispered.

Kakashi’s face darkened and his tone became more serious: “No, take it off immediately.”

Naraku fumbled around his collar for a while, and finally opened and took off his shirt, revealing his thin body and scars all over.

“This is too much.”

Kakashi originally meant that even if he went home to train he shouldn’t work so hard and get injured without applying proper medicine.

But Naraku acted as if he was seen through, and hurriedly covered up, “No, I fell down by myself!”

You’re lying. Even if he rolled down the mountain without protective gear, it wouldn’t have ended up like this. It turns out that Uchiha guys are all weird at heart.

Kakashi rolled his eyes slightly and silently helped him apply the medicine and bandage it.

Naraku fell silent again, staring at Kakashi’s work. The latter was concentrating on tying the bandage. His technique was skillful and gentle. The skin under the bandage, which was covered with ointment, felt warm and suddenly felt less painful.

It’s a miracle medicine. I have to find a way to get some. My scumbag dad is so cruel.

After cursing his scumbag father a few times and calming down, Naraku’s command system began to create the voice he had designed long ago.

“Gugu~”

The wound had just been bandaged when his stomach suddenly made a rumbling sound. Naraku looked a little embarrassed and lowered his head almost into his chest.

Kakashi wanted to laugh, but considering the Uchiha’s pride, he coughed twice and pretended to be serious: “Wait, I’ll go cook.”

Naraku quickly followed him into the kitchen, helping to wash the vegetables and meat, and cut them into small pieces for later use. His knife skills were not very good, and the cuts were of different sizes and shapes, which made Kakashi’s eyebrows twitch, but after all, it worked, so he just let it go.

Soon, the two boys prepared a meal and brought it to the table. Hot steam wafted from the soup and rice, forming a mist under the light.

It’s strange to say, they were just nodding acquaintances before school was over, but when they sat at the same table to eat, Kakashi felt that there was nothing wrong with it. He even liked this quiet and warm atmosphere, which was a different feeling from when he was with his father.

Maybe, because it’s the first time I entertain others?

Having been hungry for more than a day, Naraku tried his best to control his urge to fill his stomach quickly. He drank the miso soup in small sips and did not dare to wolf it down for fear of overeating.

The soup flowed from his mouth into his stomach, and his whole body felt warm. Naraku recalled his past experiences. Under the influence of those tragic memories, his eyes couldn’t help but feel sore, and his vision was blurred by the heat, as if something was dripping from his eyes into the soup.

“Why are you crying?”

“Huh?”

Naraku suddenly woke up and looked up at Kakashi, who was looking at him in confusion. He quickly touched his face and found that he was crying. He quickly put down the bowl and wiped them with his sleeves.

Damn, it turns out I’m an experiential person?

After all, Naraku, who is now an adult in his second life, still feels a little embarrassed to cry in front of others even if he is acting, and even his excuses are sincere.

“I, I’m not crying,” he denied hastily. He himself felt that his words were not very convincing, and his voice became smaller and smaller. “No…”

This is the first time I’ve seen an Uchiha like this.

Kakashi looked at the thin boy who was trying to suppress his tears across the table. His body was covered with scars covered with white bandages. He must have experienced pain that he didn’t understand.

“Okay, okay, wipe it off.”

Kakashi handed over a towel and waited for Naraku to wipe his face while he put the dishes in the sink and turned on the faucet to prepare for washing.

“Um, Ka…Hatake,” Naraku wiped his face and folded the towel and put it aside. He walked to the sink and picked up the rag. He almost blurted out the other person’s name, but fortunately he stopped in time, “I’ll wash it. Thank you for treating me to dinner.”

“OK.”

Kakashi made way and watched Naraku lower his head to wash the dishes carefully. His long black hair fell to cover his face and the wound, just like in the classroom.

He suddenly had an idea. Could it be that Uchiha Naraku has been injured for the past two months since school started? That’s why he always covers his face with long hair and wraps himself tightly in the corner.

Who did this to him? Was that eager explanation from before actually meant to cover up for someone?

“Hatake, I have to go.”

When Kakashi came back to his senses, the kitchen had been completely renovated and Naraku was looking at him quietly. The light shone from the left, drowning the other side of him in shadow.

“Wait a moment,” Kakashi walked to the medicine box and took out a small bottle of brand new ointment, then came back and handed it to Naraku, “Take this, remember to apply it if you get hurt.”

He saw Naraku’s eyes tremble for a moment, as if ripples appeared on water, and then returned to silence.

“Thank you.” Great! I knew my idol would be soft-hearted and give me a can!

Naraku took it with both hands and looked at the medicine jar as if it were a treasure.

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