eurekapd Chapter 500 Photography
Chapter 500 Photography
It turns out that Naruto had only discovered the first layer of his own secret.
The chibi-style doll that he pulled out of the plush toy's belly made Naruto think that was all—that Satsuki had simply wanted to stay by his side all those years ago, so he made a mini version of himself and secretly stuffed it into the kitten's belly.
He also recalled what Satsuki said when she gave him the doll: "Put it in a prominent place." At the time, he thought it was just something she said casually, but now he realized that it was probably the most clumsy yet most sincere confession of his teenage years.
But Zuo Yue knew that this was far from the whole story; the real secret lay in the eyes of that little cat.
No, no, wait a minute.
Zuo Yue's thoughts suddenly stopped. Is this really okay?
Even Uchiha Satsuki himself began to doubt his own understanding at this moment. That behavior—secretly hiding a camera in the eye of the doll he gave to his beloved, spying on his life from behind the screen every day, and fantasizing about being embraced by him to sleep—could only be explained from any angle.
She's a hopeless woman, a complete hopeless woman.
What is a person who would do this to someone they like if not a pervert?
If they find out, they'll definitely be seen as perverts, right? They'll definitely be shunned, right? How could Naruto, such a sunny and normal person, possibly accept that his wife used to be like this...?
Satsuki cautiously raised her head, secretly glancing at Naruto's face out of the corner of her eye. She was afraid to see the contempt on his face, afraid to see the disgust in his eyes, afraid to see the mocking curve at the corner of his mouth.
I was afraid to see him take a half step back, afraid to see the way he looked at me, and from then on, I was different.
However—just like before, there wasn't a trace of negative emotion on Naruto's face.
There was no disdain, no fear, no sense of alienation like "So this is the kind of person you are."
Yes, it was that kind of smile that made his heart race and touched him. He smiled at her behavior and was touched by her cuteness.
……cute?
Satsuki's mind was a little foggy.
What she just said—things that even she herself thought were a bit strange—was interpreted as "cute" by Naruto?
Strictly speaking, if a cute girl does this kind of behavior, especially if this girl happens to be someone you like, then for the person who likes her, this behavior is indeed very cute.
Because that proved how much she cared about him, because that proved how much she wanted to be by his side.
Because that proved that her affection was truly deep-seated.
Naruto didn't think of him as a "pervert." He didn't find it scary, perverted, or that "this person has something wrong with their brain."
He just thought, "Ah, so Satsuki liked me that much back then. That's great."
……
Satsuki suddenly realized a problem: was she worrying too much?
Because you care about the other person so much, you're afraid of any detail that might upset them. Because you care about the other person so much, you scrutinize your past actions under the strictest standards, magnifying every detail that might be interpreted as "bad."
Simply put—he's hopelessly in love.
Moreover, she is Uchiha Satsuki, an Uchiha clansman who values emotions more than life itself.
"Um..." Satsuki couldn't help but speak up, "Naruto... don't you think... something's a little strange?"
"Strange?" Naruto looked up at her, somewhat puzzled.
"...Because..." Satsuki lowered her eyes, her voice even softer, "This behavior...it doesn't seem quite normal, does it..."
"Is something wrong? I feel fine."
Naruto looked down at the chibi-style Satsuki doll in his hand. "Knowing that Satsuki liked me so much back then makes me really happy."
"...So Naruto has forgiven me?"
"What does forgiveness even mean...?"
Naruto chuckled, a smile tinged with a helpless, indulgent affection, and a touch of resignation. "If I have to forgive my wife for liking me too much, then I'm really not a good husband."
"..."
Satsuki's body trembled violently, but not in fear.
It's another kind.
That fiery sensation that rises from deep within the spine, making the blood boil and the whole body sensitive.
Deep in her lower abdomen, it felt as if something had been ignited; tiny flames spread along her blood vessels, making her breathing rapid.
Her gaze became somewhat unfocused for a moment, but at the same time, she made a decision in her heart.
Under Naruto's gaze, Satsuki suddenly moved, walking behind him toward the desk.
Reaching out, I picked up the disassembled kitten plush toy, its head still intact, its two black eyes still sparkling.
"Click."
A sound like plastic shattering.
"Satsuki?!" Naruto exclaimed in surprise, completely unaware of what was happening. He turned around and saw something being held between Satsuki's fingers.
It was something that had been plucked out from behind those two black eyes. It wasn't cotton stuffing, but a small structure that looked like an electronic component.
Intricate circuitry, a tiny lens, and a memory chip smaller than a grain of rice—such things shouldn't be in a plush toy.
"This is..." Naruto asked, puzzled. He really hadn't expected it and hadn't thought of it in that direction.
That thing was too small and too well hidden; it would have been impossible to find it unless someone deliberately looked for it.
"...This is a camera."
Zuo Yue lowered her head, her voice was very soft, but every word was crystal clear. She could no longer tolerate any more concealment.
Those secrets that were once hidden away, which I thought could be buried forever, are now surging into my heart like a tide, and I can no longer suppress them.
When it comes to Naruto, Satsuki's desire is like a black hole, never to be filled, always yearning for more.
"Back then..."
She spoke, her voice trembling slightly, "All I think about is Naruto."
"I want to see what Naruto is doing."
"Does Naruto miss me?"
"I want to see Naruto."
"I think about it all the time."
Her fingers gripped the small camera, her knuckles turning slightly white from the pressure.
I think about it when I'm awake.
"I think about it even when my eyes are closed."
"I'm going crazy thinking about it."
"I've got it—"
She paused, took a deep breath, as if to inhale all the emotions that had been suppressed for too long into her lungs, and then exhale them word by word.
"I can't resist even just seeing Naruto through something like this."
"That cat was a gift from me to Naruto."
"Let it stay by Naruto's side."
"Let my 'eyes' stay by Naruto's side."
She finally raised her head, her dark eyes staring straight at Naruto, deep within them burning with the kind of obsessive light unique to the Uchiha clan. That light was so bright, so intense, as if it wanted to burn everything to ashes.
"That way, I'll be able to 'see' Naruto."
"I saw Naruto sleeping."
"I saw Naruto looking dazed."
"I saw Naruto holding that cat and talking to it."
"I see Naruto—"
Her voice grew softer and softer, yet hotter and hotter, each word sounding as if it had been roasted by fire, carrying a scorching heat.
"Imagine me as that cat, the way you hold me in your arms."
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(It's been a while since I wrote a gravity-related story. Is it alright?)