Naruto: Brother, Hold Me

Hello, everyone. I'm Otsutsuki Ashura. I'm fifteen years old, female, and part of the good-for-nothing crowd.

But this morning, I dreamed about my big brother. I dreamed of his soft, spiky brown hair and his long, pale fingers. I also dreamed of his half-*naked body and his blood-red Sharingan.

When I woke up, I still felt strangely sticky, with an inexplicable sense of discomfort.

Maybe my big brother forgot about my passive skill that makes me immune to the Sharingan. The next morning, I automatically broke free of the genjutsu.

Looking at my elder brother leaning against the door, the smile at the corner of his mouth was so gentle, his bearing so elegant,

I reached out to him as if entranced and said, "Big brother, hold me."

A short scene:

"Big brother, Father won't let us have a brother-sister affair." I turned to look at my long-haired elder brother.

"Oh." He pressed my head against his chest. His spiky brown hair tickled the tip of my nose. "Who cares what that old man thinks!"