Naruto: Naruto's Uchiha girlfriend is too arrogant

Chapter 522-Light

Gaara gazed at Satsuki, at that cold, judgmental face.

He realized that he could no longer hide the truth.

No matter what he says or does, no matter how much he begs or pleads, this woman from the Uchiha clan will not let him go.

However, an unprecedented anger suddenly welled up in my heart.

Since it's already unavoidable, since the secret is destined to be exposed, and since Naruto will find out sooner or later—why is he still hiding?

What else is he afraid of? What else does he need to pretend?

Gaara took a deep breath, turned around, and walked towards his room.

Kankuro followed behind him, looking utterly dejected, his steps heavy as if filled with lead. He knew things had reached their worst point, but he was powerless to stop it.

Temari followed behind, her face full of confusion, desperately trying to understand everything. What lovers? What secret? What puppet? Why did everyone seem to know something she didn't?

Zuoyue walked at the back with a blank expression. Her anger had not subsided, but she wanted to see what other tricks this red-haired man could pull.

As for Naruto... Naruto just followed along out of curiosity.

He was really just curious.

He wanted to see what Gaara's lover looked like, and what kind of person could make the Kazekage, who had been single his whole life in the original work, fall in love.

He had even silently prepared a few words of blessing in his heart, which he was determined to sincerely say when he met the girl later.

The door was pushed open, and the soft light from inside the room illuminated everyone outside.

Then, everyone saw it.

That figure sat on the edge of the bed.

Her long, golden hair was carefully styled into two lively pigtails, falling smoothly over her shoulders. Three faint lines of stubble were clearly visible on her fair cheeks.

She was wearing a bright orange tracksuit, the style and color of which were exactly the same as Naruto's usual outfit.

She sat there quietly with her eyes closed, like a sleeping beauty, and you couldn't tell at all that she was just a puppet.

But that face—that face—is too recognizable.

So tall that it's impossible to ignore, impossible to pretend not to recognize.

Naruto froze, then he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes hard.

Seriously, it seems I've been too busy lately; I'm even hallucinating.

How could this possibly happen?

The idea that my best friend, the Fifth Kazekage of Sunagakure, made a female version of me as a puppet and even kissed me on my bed... that must be a hallucination.

Absolutely.

He rubbed his eyes again and opened them.

That blonde beauty is still sitting there.

"Gaara, you..." Temari's voice came from the side, filled with the bewilderment of someone whose brain had been overloaded.

Her gaze lingered on the blonde girl for a long time, from her twin ponytails to the three lines of her beard, to her orange tracksuit, and then to her face that looked exactly like Naruto's.

The way things unfolded was a million times more magical than she had imagined.

My younger brother likes a very pretty girl—that's true. Golden twin tails, a cute face, and probably blue eyes—these are all wonderful.

Temari is very happy that her younger brother has finally found someone he likes.

But the premise is that this girl doesn't look that much like someone, that much like the blond young man standing next to her.

"Just as I expected," Zuo Yue's voice rang out. "Everything is just as I predicted."

She glared at Gaara, her eyes burning with undisguised rage. "Gaara, it seems I was too careless, actually only seeing you as Naruto's friend."

"Seeing how charming Naruto is, that even the Kazekage is infatuated with him—but I'm not happy at all."

Every word she spoke pierced Gaara's heart like a nail.

"Looks like you've been having a good time with Naruto around. You've been so comfortable that you've started fantasizing about other people's husbands, turning them into this image, and then doing those lewd things."

"Are you so starved for love? So thirsty? So desperate for a Naruto of your own?"

"Unfortunately, he will never be yours. He is my husband. Legally, forever, from head to toe, he is mine."

"And you—you can only cling to this lifeless machine, hiding in your room deceiving yourself, how pathetic."

These words were like knives, piercing Gaara's heart. Logically, he should have felt ashamed, utterly humiliated, and wished he could disappear into the ground.

But he didn't.

Instead, he clenched his fists, his eyes burning with rage. The emotions that had been suppressed for so long could no longer be contained.

"Do you think everyone is like you?!"

Gaara suddenly raised his head and loudly retorted to Satsuki!

Kankuro looked up in disbelief at his younger brother. Gaara had actually launched a counterattack?!

They were the ones in the wrong from the start! They were the ones who acted as puppets, they were the ones who violated the portrait rights, and they were the ones who were discovered—they should apologize, they should beg for forgiveness, and they should try to quell Zuo Yue's anger!

But what is Gaara doing?!

"You greedy bastard, you don't cherish Naruto at all!" Gaara's voice echoed in the room, carrying an almost resolute sense of despair.

"What do you know about me?! What gives you the right to accuse me like this?!"

Satsuki was also stunned.

She never expected that this guy, who had clearly done something to disrespect her husband, would still dare to argue back so confidently when the evidence was irrefutable and he was exposed on the spot.

She was about to explode, about to say something even harsher, about to teach this arrogant redhead what the consequences of offending an Uchiha were—

But Gaara's next words brought everyone to a standstill.

"I...I'm not like you!"

Gaara's voice echoed in the room, trembling with grievance. "After possessing it, I was consumed by greed..."

His eyes reddened slightly with grievance, and a thin layer of tears slowly welled up. "I...I...even with Naruko..."

He took a deep breath. "I didn't touch her even once!"

The moment those words were spoken, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.

Kankuro's mouth dropped open in disbelief, Temari's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and Satsuki's expression shifted from anger to astonishment, and then to a complex mix of confusion.

Naruto stood there, blinking, his brain struggling to process the meaning of the sentence.

"What, what are you saying..." Temari's voice was extremely hoarse; she felt she wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully tonight.

Gaara ignored her.

He lowered his head, and the words that had been bottled up for so long poured out like a flood breaking through a dam.

"Naruko...she's so wonderful."

"From the first time I saw her, I knew. She had Naruto's face, Naruto's hair, Naruto's beard, Naruto's smile... She was so much like him, so much like the person who pulled me out of the darkness. Every time I see her, I think of that day. I think of Naruto standing in front of me, looking at me with those eyes. I think of every word he said, every single one. I think of the first time I realized what it felt like to be needed, that living meant I could look forward to tomorrow."

"So... I can't bear to touch her, I can't bear to defile her in that way. I can't bear to associate Naruto's image with that kind of thing."

He looked up, his watery eyes gazing at Naruto with a devout light. "Just being held in her arms every day is enough for me."

"As long as I can hear her voice every day, and hear her speak to me in Naruto's voice, I feel that the day has meaning."

"Just looking at her face, just sitting next to her, just knowing she's there—it can make me happy all day."

"She is not a tool for me to release my desires."

"She is...she is the only comfort Naruto left by my side, she is my light."

That's right, everything Gaara said was a genuine expression of his feelings.

He wasn't making excuses, making pretexts, or trying to gain sympathy with such rhetoric. He was telling the truth; every word he said was true.

From the day Naruko was created, from the moment Kankuro handed this puppet to him, Gaara never touched her.

It's not that I don't want to.

On the contrary, it's because they want it so much that they dare not touch it.

Naruto looks so much like Naruto. That face, that beard, that blond hair, that outfit—every detail reminds him that this is the person in his heart.

Every time he saw her, he would think of Naruto standing in front of him, the words Naruto had said to him, and the warmth Naruto had brought him.

Therefore, he dared not, dared not, desecrate this beauty in that way.

I dare not associate Naruto's appearance with that kind of desire.

I don't dare to become the kind of person... someone I would hate myself for.

So he kept Naruko by his side, holding her as he fell asleep every night, listening to her speak, and feeling her presence every day. But that was all. He never crossed that line, never let his desires override his reason.

there has never been.

until today.

Until Naruto handed him the sand crystal containing chakra, until he personally injected Naruto's chakra into Naruko's body, until Naruko opened her eyes again—those eyes had changed.

Previously, Naruko's eyes were simply sapphires carefully crafted by Kankuro and Granny Chiyo—beautiful, exquisite, yet empty.

Those were just beautiful eyes, but they had no soul, no warmth, and no trace of Naruto.

But when Naruto's chakra was injected, and when that warm and familiar power flowed through the puppet's body—those eyes seemed to come alive.

No longer just a beautiful gemstone, but truly radiant. That radiance, that glow, that inclusiveness and tenderness in his gaze—it's so similar.

He looks so much like Naruto.

Gaara almost forgot that it was a puppet at that moment, and almost thought that Naruto was really in front of him.

So when Naruko opened her eyes, looked at him with those blue eyes that still held Naruto's warmth, and softly said, "Gaara, I'm here"—he broke down.

All those desires that had been suppressed for so long, all those longings that had accumulated day and night, all those emotions that he had desperately tried to suppress—all burst forth at that moment.

He kissed her.

Desire defeated Gaara for the first time.

At that moment, he was no longer the Wind Shadow, no longer the calm and composed leader, but just a pitiful person who missed that person too much but could never truly possess that person.

Kankuro lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly, it was hard to tell whether he was crying or laughing.

"No...no way." Temari's voice broke the silence.

She looked at Gaara, her eyes filled with disbelief.

A young, impetuous man and a beautiful girl puppet he can use at will, just stay together every day, being held in his arms and treated gently—and they do absolutely nothing?

Temari couldn't believe it.

She spoke tentatively, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Could it be... Gaara, is there something wrong with your body that prevents you from getting up?"

The moment those words were spoken, the air in the entire room seemed to freeze.

Gaara's face flushed crimson at a visible speed. "I react every time I see even just his face!"

He shouted it out, his voice so loud it could blow the roof off.

"It hasn't gone down yet!"

"Aaaaaah—!" Temari screamed, covering her ears with her hands. "Don't say things like that so loudly—!"

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(Still the camaraderie of the ninja world, I had so much fun writing this)