Konan's Room – Later That Night
After returning from the tower, Konan sat quietly in her room, her fingers brushing across the cover of an old, slightly yellowed diary.
On the front page was a hand-drawn sketch—two masked figures, one tall and calm, the other quiet and slender.
"…Where are you two now?"
"Masked brother… masked sister…"
She whispered, pressing her palm against the image.
Even after all these years, Konan had never stopped looking. Whenever a mission allowed it, she volunteered—hoping, just maybe, to catch a glimpse of Uchiha Hikaru and Saya again.
But not once had she found a trace. No trail, no na, not even a rumor. Just... silence. (｡•́︿•̀｡)
Senju Compound – That Night
On his way back to Tsunade's quarters, Hikaru suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his nose and muttered:
"…Soone must be talking about ."
Arriving outside Tsunade's room, Hikaru paused. Through the door, faint voices drifted out—Tsunade's and Saya's.
He leaned in quietly, a smirk forming. (￢‿￢ )
Inside the Room
"Sister Tsunade, please stop teasing ~ You already know the answer..." Saya's voice was muffled by the pillow, her cheeks bright red.
Tsunade's laughter followed, mischievous and teasing.
"Don't be shy, Saya! Seriously, how do you keep your skin this smooth?" Tsunade grinned, one hand lazily trailing down Saya's calf. "Honestly, your figure's starting to rival mine from my pri…"
"T-That tickles!" Saya squeaked, curling up under the blanket like a startled bunny. (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄
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