𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 | Ōtsutsuki Indra

Chapter 9 // Color of Hazel.

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Indra opens his eyes, waking up to an unfamiliar ceiling. He notices he is still at Aya's house with his arms wrapped around her sleeping peaceful figure and their legs tangled to each other.

It is still twilight.
Her father still isn't home yet.
He wonders how long he has been here too.

As he tries to move, Aya softly groans. Her face is burrowed close to his chest, clutching on to him like she doesn't want him to go. She stirs. Her long healthy eyes lash beginning to flutter open.

He gazes at her in his arms, watching her chest gently rising up and down.

Im falling for her...how is it that in such little time...we become like this...this close.

Aya shifts her position as she opens her eyes, tiredly. He strokes her hair in which a small smile appears on her lip before falling into slumber again. Indra gets her small hands; clamping them together then giving another kiss as he moves slowly, trying not to wake her up.
He succeeds.

'Well well, you are busy..'

The Ōtsutsuki looks at the black humanoid which is by the window in front of the bed.
"Why are you here?"

'Meh...I just came to stop by.'

"You did not understand what I told you before, didn't you," Indra growled lowly.

'I did but I just want to let you know that I believe she isn't suited for you. There are many types  who are into you or like-'

"I. DON'T. care!" He almost yelled, activating his Sharingan. Aya shifts her legs for the soreness. Indra peers at her, seeing her tremble. She rubs her legs together moving them to the other side.

'you are so fixated into this girl bu-'

"I don't need you to tell me what to do." the Sharingan glances back at him, "you are not my mother or my father. I know what I want and I will get what I want."

Black-figure studies him if he is serious about this. There are no doubts running through Indra's mind that Aya is his ideal type of woman.

It chuckles and nods: 'You want Ayana to be the mother of your children?'  Indra remains silent, blinking of what it said.

Indra sighs running his hand through his disheveled chestnut hair

A family.

He has never actually thought about the future.

His future.

Now that it came across his thoughts, Indra wants his children to grow up with a mother.

"I won't discuss that with you." He spoke, "leave."

And it vanishes.

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The 17-year-old beauty wakes up usually with the sun beaming across her face. She groans as she gets out of bed, and immediately yelped with her legs feeling like ramen noodles.
Completely sore, especially from down there.
Her hands between her legs, and bends down of the pain for coming too sudden.