book: silently read a story with them.
It was late when the pair of them snuck from the main campus of Ryuugu Palace, the humid summer air heavy and alive with the deafening chirruping of crickets and grasshoppers, fireflies lazily flitting through the air as Chitose and he descended through the lush treetops, branch to branch while her maroon locks billowed enticingly behind her. Madara lingered a little bit behind her if only to give the illusion of courtesy, the slightly younger teen more taken by her than he cared to admit. It was when they finally came to the banks of theSuigen-Chi River, its night-black water scintillating under the pale moonlight like scales. Lightly cloudy, constellations and nebulae wheeling dizzily in the sky aloft, Madara nervously considered the book stashed away in his lapel pocket.
Izuna had found it for him, a poetry book said to contain poetry from the Land of Ancestors. He and Chitose had come under the pretense of exploring without chaperones, but part of him wanted to try it. His mother, before she died, had been an ardent lover of poetry herself, something the Hyuuga woman had spiritually inherited from her mother before her.
They finally came to an idyllic spot along the embankments, descending flatly and slowing the torrid currents to a gentle lapping at their feet. As Chitose began scouting ahead, Madara beckoned for her to stop. “Chitose-chan, wait–” he started while searching for the poetry book, the girl watching him oddly as the Uchiha flipped through the pages, the moonlight illuminating the text.
Instead of pages of poetry and prose, instead did Madara find himself staring at explicit, pornographic images dumbly before it processed what exactly he was looking at. Mortified at the particularly lewd image of a woman being bent over an object by a man, his vivid blush exploded on pale features and the teen hurled the book as far he could into the chaotic epicenter of the river.
Giving him an odd look, Madara blurted out, “Throwing old books into rivers is good luck in my clan!” he said, voice almost cracking, praying she couldn’t see his fluster. Heaving a sigh when Chitose’s brows furrowed and she continued on ahead, Madara darted to catch up.
He was going to kill Izuna when he returned!
