Chapitre 235: Chapter 231: A Dream and a Reunion
Chapter 231: A Dream and a Reunion
Malik, a short, stout black man with striking pink eyes, was dressed in one of his finest pink and gold attire, exuding an air of wealth and sophistication even in the dream world.
Malik pulls out his phone in the dream world, scrolling through his contacts with a mischievous grin. "Hmm, who should I visit next?" he muses. "Should I drop in on one of my fiancées . . . and maybe see if she's dreaming about our future wedding or if she's secretly plotting to turn our living room into a cat sanctuary? Or maybe I'll pop into a friend's dream and catch them in the middle of an embarrassing karaoke performance. Oh, the possibilities!"
He chuckles to himself, imagining the look on his enemy's face when he shows up uninvited, just to vex them. "Hey there, buddy! Dreaming about world domination again? How original!" Malik snickers, " I can't decide if it was funny because I actually need to stop Haido." But pushing that thought aside for the time being,
But then, a thought crosses his mind. "Or maybe, just maybe, I'll be surprised by their dreams. What if my arch-nemesis is dreaming about being a ballet dancer? Or my best friend is dreaming about being a superhero with the power to turn everything into cheese? The dream world is full of surprises!"
With a gleeful laugh, Malik was about to tap on a contact and prepare for his next dream adventure, ready to embrace whatever hilarity and chaos awaited him, when he felt a pulling heat if that, was slowly turning into a drag then in a flash . . .
He found himself in Kushina Uzumaki's dream, surprised to see Mikoto Uchiha already present. Both women noticed Malik's arrival, and Mikoto greeted him with a sly smile, holding up the glowing paper lantern she had received when Malik brought her back from the dead.
"This," Mikoto began, her tone almost playful, "lets me visit dreams, just like you. But unlike you, I can only enter dreams of those who permit me—and only when their minds and dreams are calm."
Malik nodded, understanding dawning on him. "I have a few questions but I guess the most pressing is, Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
Mikoto shrugged, the corners of her lips twitching upward. "You've been away from the Hidden Leaf and your mansion for some time now. I didn't have the opportunity."
Kushina chuckled softly, crossing her arms. "That's Mikoto for you, keeping secrets until the perfect moment."
Malik thanked Mikoto for the information, then turned his attention to both women. "So," he said, settling his weight into the dream space, "how's life treating you since I have been gone?"
Kushina and Mikoto exchanged a glance before offering the same answer he's heard before: "We're fine," they said, though their words carried a hint of longing. Kushina sighed, her vibrant red hair framing her face. "I just wish I could do more for the village. And for Naruto."
Her voice faltered as she mentioned her son. "He's always so busy—training with Jiraiya or off on missions. It's like Minato all over again. Always on the move."
Kushina stopped herself, shaking her head. "I shouldn't complain."
Mikoto placed a reassuring hand on Kushina's shoulder. "It's fine," she said, her voice soft but steady. "Our children are finding their paths, even if those paths are... difficult. It seems following darker roads is the Uchiha way—and perhaps it always has been."
Malik listened quietly, his mind drifting to Mikoto's children. He thought of Itachi Uchiha, her eldest—a strikingly beautiful and fearsome woman whose looks were somewhat of a mirror of her mother's. Mikoto's beauty was undeniable, and Malik noted how both she and Kushina had an air of elegance that transcended their physical forms. Though Kushina's figure was more pronounced, Mikoto's poise and grace were equally captivating.
Malik kept these thoughts to himself, maintaining the gentlemanly demeanor he's learned to wear around such powerful women. His thoughts then shifted to Sasuke Uchiha, Mikoto's youngest. The brat, as Malik privately called him, was undoubtedly on a trajectory to become half of "ninja Jesus," as Malik jokingly referred to him. Despite his dismissive nickname, Malik recognized the immense potential and turmoil within Sasuke.
Kushina's voice drew him back. "Malik, sit with us for a bit. It's not often we get company in dreams."
Mikoto nodded, her expression softening. "Stay and gossip, if you're not too busy being mysterious."
Seeing no choice, Malik lowered himself onto the blanket spread beneath them. The atmosphere shifted, becoming lighter and more intimate as the three began to talk. Kushina started with anecdotes about Naruto's childhood that she had learned through others, her voice filled with warmth as she recounted his mischievous antics. Mikoto chimes in with tales of Itachi and Sasuke, her tone tinged with both pride and sorrow.
Malik listened, occasionally adding his own dry humor to the conversation. He told them stories from his travels, careful to balance his words between entertainment and mystery. The two women laughed at his quips, their earlier melancholy replaced by genuine smiles.
As Malik settles into the dream space with Kushina and Mikoto, he can't help but notice the subtle details that make each woman uniquely captivating. Kushina, with her vibrant red hair and fiery spirit, has a figure that is more pronounced, her curves accentuated by her confident demeanor. Mikoto, on the other hand, exudes an air of elegance and poise that is equally captivating, her beauty undeniable and her grace evident in every movement.
As the conversation drifted into quieter moments, Malik took a moment to marvel at the scene before him. These two women, brought back from the brink of oblivion, sharing their hopes, fears, and laughter with him—it was a reminder of the connections that made his journey worthwhile, Monkey D. Luffy would be proud of him.
As Kushina leans back, stretching her arms, Malik's eyes are momentarily drawn to the way her breasts bounce slightly with the motion.
"Is my skill Lucky Pervert making them bounce that much?" he thought to himself, "or is it the dream world, or maybe they are just that big, Big boobs bounce due to a combination of factors related to their size, weight, and the properties of the tissue and skin that support them, so, In summary, the bouncing of big boobs is a result of their size and weight, the effects of gravity and momentum, and the limited support provided by the body's natural structures."
It's a fleeting observation, one that he quickly tucks away in his mind, maintaining his gentlemanly composure. Mikoto, with her sly smile and playful demeanor, has a presence that is both commanding and alluring. Her bosom, while not as pronounced as Kushina's, is nonetheless striking, adding to her overall elegance.
Before he could snap himself out of his thoughts again, Kushina spoke up, "You know, Malik, you have a way of making people feel at ease. It's no wonder the village looks up to you, even if you're not officially one of us."
Mikoto tilted her head, studying him. "You've made quite a few ripples in the pond, Malik. The daimyō summit wouldn't even be happening if not for you."
Malik waved them off with a chuckle and made a joke about people comparing him to pounds and ripples, his voice filled with humor. "You know, I've been called many things, but never a pound or a ripple before. But it seems people find me pound-like. I prefer to think of myself as a gentle nudge, guiding the currents rather than causing waves. Also, how do you two even know about the summit??"
Kushina rolled her eyes, but her smile lingered. "Gentle, huh? You're like a storm in disguise. One minute you're all calm and collected, and the next, you're flipping tables and causing a ruckus."
Mikoto laughed softly. "Yes, a storm with a penchant for dramatic entrances and exits. I still remember that time you tripped over your own feet during the council meeting. Quite the spectacle."
Malik groaned, rubbing his temples. " One, I thought we agreed never to speak of that again. Two, I twisted my ankle pretty bad in that "fall" and literally begged Tsudande to heal me, Three, And for the record, that was a strategic maneuver to distract the opposition."
"Strategic, my foot," Kushina teased. "You were as graceful as a three-legged giraffe on roller skates."
"Neither of you are going to answer my question, are you?" Malik said, resigning himself to his fate. Mikoto and Kushina just smiled at him, clearly enjoying his frustration.
"Well, let's just say we have our ways," Mikoto said with a wink. "And maybe, just maybe, we enjoy keeping you on your toes."
Malik sighed dramatically. "Great, I'm surrounded by spies and comedians. What a life."
The three fell into a companionable silence, the dream space glowing softly around them like a cozy, otherworldly blanket. For a moment, the weight of the world faded away, leaving only the warmth of shared stories and the comfort of connection. It was as if they were floating in a bubble of pure, unadulterated joy, where worries were as distant as the moon.
Malik, leaning back on his elbows, watched as the two women talked. Their laughter was infectious, filling the air with a melody that could cure even the gloomiest of moods. He couldn't help but notice—and appreciate—the way their large bosoms bounced and jiggling slightly with each giggle. It was like a perfectly choreographed dance, a symphony of mirth and merriment that was as delightful as it was distracting.
They have to be at least a D cup, Malik thought to himself, his eyes widening slightly as he tried to estimate with the precision of a seasoned tailor. Maybe even a DD? He pondered, his mind racing with the kind of focus usually reserved for solving complex mathematical equations. No, no, they're definitely a D. Anything more would be... He paused, searching for the right word. Excessive. But then again this is an anime world, and sure I've seen a lot of boobs, but I'm no expert so saying at least DD might be more correct . . . . I wonder if me thinking about boobs all the time means I have a problem or not.
He chuckled to himself, a low, rumbling sound that drew the attention of the two women. They turned to him, their eyes sparkling with curiosity and amusement.
"What's so funny, Malik?" one of them asked, her voice as sweet as honey.
Malik, caught off guard, felt a blush creep up his cheeks. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Oh, nothing," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I was just thinking... you two should be careful with all that laughter. Wouldn't want to cause a... bouncy disaster."
The two women exchanged a look before bursting into another fit of laughter, their bosoms jiggling even more enthusiastically this time. Malik joined in, his laughter echoing through the dream space, filling it with a warmth that was as comforting as it was hilarious. In that moment, they were not just three people sharing a dream—they were a trio of friends, bound together by laughter and a shared appreciation for the lighter side of life.
In that peaceful moment, Malik felt a sense of belonging, a rare feeling for someone who had always been an outsider, especially in a world that was not his own, but he did what he could to make it a home and a family. The dream world, with its soft glow and the company of these remarkable women, offered a brief respite from the chaos of his reality.
As they talked and talked, Malik found himself thoroughly enjoying the conversation with Mikoto and Kushina. The warmth of their company was a rare treat, a moment of genuine connection that he seldom experienced. Kushina, catching his eye, playfully remarked, "You must be enjoying yourself, talking to two boring women like us."
Malik smiled, his charm effortlessly surfacing. "Boring? Far from it," he replied, his voice smooth and sincere. "You both must miss your husbands deeply for you both to hang out and want to talk to a boring person like me, and for that, I am truly sorry. But you are both incredibly beautiful women, and it's a pleasure to be in your company." He paused, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "And yes, I must admit, I have noticed your lovely and large breasts bouncing. It's hard not to appreciate such natural beauty."
He quickly added, his tone turning more serious, "The truth is, I don't often get the chance to just talk with people, whether in the dream world or the real one. It's always about making deals or getting on someone's good side. Sure, it's not all bad, but it's mentally exhausting. So, talking to you both is far from boring—it's a rare and precious moment for me."
Mikoto, with her gentle and kind demeanor, smiled softly at Malik's words. She was a woman of duality, capable of being both tender and stern when needed. Her love for her kids, Itachi and Sasuke, was profound, and she had a deep respect for her husband, Fugaku. Despite the suspicions that arose around Itachi's strange behavior, she never wavered in her love for her. Her beauty was timeless, with long, straight black hair framing her face and dark, expressive eyes.
Kushina, with her vibrant red hair and violet eyes, was known for her headstrong and impulsive nature, a trait that had softened into a level-headed and cheerful demeanor as an adult. She was deeply loving and fiercely protective of her family, willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for her newborn son, Naruto. Her slender figure and feminine build were accentuated by her long, flowing hair and simple, elegant clothing.
Both women appreciated Malik's honesty and charm. Kushina leaned back, her breasts bouncing slightly with the movement, and laughed. "You have a way with words, Malik. It's refreshing to hear such honesty."
Mikoto nodded, her expression thoughtful. "It's not often we get to hear such sincere compliments. Thank you, Malik."
The atmosphere in the dream space grew even warmer, the bond between the three strengthening. Malik felt a sense of peace and belonging, a feeling he rarely experienced in his often solitary and strategic life but when he did was was almost always strong. For a moment, he allowed himself to simply enjoy the company of these remarkable women, their laughter and stories filling the air.
As the conversation continued, Malik found himself sharing more about his travels and the challenges he faced. The women listened intently, offering their own insights and experiences. The dream world provided a safe haven, a place where Malik could let down his guard and be himself.
Kushina, with her sassy side, playfully nudged Malik. "You know, for someone who's always making deals, you're surprisingly good at just being present."
Malik chuckled, feeling a genuine smile spread across his face. "It's easy when I'm with the right company."
Mikoto, ever the gentle soul, added, "We're glad you're here, Malik. It's a reminder that even in the midst of chaos, there are moments of peace and connection."
Malik remained seated in the dream world, the soft texture of the blanket beneath him grounding him in the surreal space. Across from him, Kushina Uzumaki and Mikoto Uchiha reclined comfortably, their postures relaxed yet poised, as though they had been waiting for this kind of conversation.
A small mood came into view far above them its light bright with strange colors, a reprieve from the heavier discussions they often shared about their past lives and the complexities of their returns. Malik decided to shift gears entirely, focusing on a question that might bring warmth and nostalgia: "So, tell me," he began, his voice casual but curious, "how did your husbands romance you? What were Minato and Fugaku like as partners?"
Kushina's face lit up with a mix of fondness and teasing mischief. "Minato?" she echoed, her violet-blue eyes sparkling. "He was the king of thoughtful gestures. Always leaving me little notes around the house or sneaking in my favorite flowers after missions. He'd cook for me too—well, when he didn't accidentally set the kitchen on fire." Her laughter rang like a melody, infectious and genuine.
Mikoto smiled softly at the memory of her friend's stories, then tilted her head slightly. "Fugaku was... different," she admitted. "Not the kind to shower me with gifts or grand romantic gestures. His love was quieter, more restrained. Acts of service were his language. If he saw me struggling with something, he'd quietly take care of it, no questions asked."
Malik grinned, leaning back on his hands. "Sounds like Minato was the poster boy for romantic gestures, and Fugaku was the quintessential stoic hero."
Kushina nodded eagerly. "Oh, absolutely. Minato would always carve out time for me, no matter how busy he was. Even during his Hokage duties, he'd find little moments for us to stargaze or just take a walk together. He was my anchor."
"And Fugaku?" Malik pressed, turning to Mikoto. "Was he ever... affectionate?"
Mikoto's cheeks colored slightly, but her gaze remained steady. "Not publicly," she confessed. "But in private? Yes. He'd hold my hand, listen to my thoughts, and always made sure I felt supported. Respect was the cornerstone of our relationship. He admired my strength and trusted my wisdom, even if he didn't always say it outright."
Malik nodded thoughtfully, his mind painting vivid images of these two men as they navigated life with their fiery, resilient wives. "What about their relationships with each other?" he asked. "Minato and Fugaku—how did they get along?"
Kushina and Mikoto exchanged glances, their expressions tinged with amusement. "They respected each other," Mikoto offered. "Minato's warmth balanced Fugaku's reserve. They didn't always agree on everything, but their shared dedication to Konoha and their families kept things cordial."
Kushina snorted. "Minato probably talked Fugaku's ear off during council meetings. He had a way of charming even the grumpiest of people."
Malik chuckled, imagining the interplay between the two men. "Sounds like quite the dynamic."
The conversation drifted into quieter moments as the women shared stories, their voices weaving a tapestry of love, respect, and camaraderie. Malik found himself entranced, not just by their words but by the way they spoke of their husbands—with honesty, humor, and a deep-seated affection that transcended time and tragedy.
"You two are incredible," Malik finally said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "The way you carry your memories—your love—with such grace is inspiring."
Kushina waved a hand dismissively, though her smile betrayed her pleasure at the compliment. "Oh, stop it, Malik. You're going to make me cry."
Mikoto laughed softly. "Don't inflate his ego any more than it already is, Kushina."
Malik grinned, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Guilty as charged. But seriously, thank you for sharing. It's a reminder of what's worth fighting for."
Malik leaned back on the soft blanket, the dream world shifting subtly around them as he settled into the warmth of the conversation. Kushina Uzumaki and Mikoto Uchiha, seated opposite him, exchanged knowing glances. The air between them was light but tinged with the curiosity of what was about to be revealed.
Kushina leaned forward, her violet-blue eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and command. "Alright, Malik, you've asked us all about our husbands—how they romanced us and what they were like as partners. But now it's your turn."
Malik blinked, feigning confusion. "My turn? I don't have a husband to talk about."
Mikoto raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a sly smile. "Oh, but you have wives, don't you?"
Malik made an exaggerated face, as though her words had physically struck him. "Who, me? Wives? Nah, I'm just a humble wanderer."
Kushina narrowed her eyes, her teasing grin taking on an edge of mock menace. "You've got three seconds to spill before I put you in a chokehold."
Malik laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright! No need to get violent, Kushina. I'll talk."
The two women leaned in, their curiosity palpable. Malik cleared his throat, then began.
"I mean, you already know both of them, both of them are crazy in their own fun and unique ways, but don't tell them I said that, um, Danzō is pregnant, she might have my first or second born depending on how things go in the land of snow," Malik's expression softened as he spoke of Shisui. "Shisui is… well, she's incredible. Fierce, loyal, and with this sharp wit that keeps me on my toes. She's got this playful side that always makes life interesting."
Kushina smirked. "Playful, huh? Like what?"
"Oh, you know," Malik said with a grin. "She loves surprising me—spontaneous dates, unexpected gifts, dragging me into a sparring match just because she knows she'll win. But it's not just that. Shisui is also deeply thoughtful. She has this way of making even the smallest moments feel special."
Mikoto's smile widened, pride glimmering in her dark eyes. "That sounds like the Shisui I know. Always full of life."
Malik nodded. "Exactly. She's also incredibly protective. If I so much as stub my toe, she's there, ready to unleash her Sharingan on whatever caused it."
Kushina laughed. "Sounds like she's a handful."
"She is," Malik admitted, his grin turning fond. "But she's my handful. And I wouldn't have it any other way."
When Malik shifted to speak about Danzō, his tone grew more reflective. "Now, Danzō is… different. She's reserved, strategic, always thinking three steps ahead. Where Shisui is fire, Danzō is stone—steady, unyielding."
Mikoto tilted her head. "That doesn't sound very romantic."
Malik chuckled. "Oh, but it is. Danzō shows her love in quieter ways. She's always looking out for me, offering advice, making sure I'm safe. She's fiercely protective, but in a way that's less about declarations and more about actions."
Kushina leaned back, her arms crossed. "So she's the type to save your life without saying a word about it?"
"Exactly," Malik said. "And she has this surprising tenderness in private moments. Sharing tea, quiet conversations, even just sitting together in comfortable silence. It's like she creates this space where everything feels safe and calm."
Mikoto smiled faintly. "It sounds like you bring out a side of her that few get to see."
"I hope so," Malik said, his voice soft. "Because she brings out a side of me that I didn't know existed."
Kushina couldn't resist. "Alright, but what about the two of them? Do they get along, or is it like oil and water?"
Malik scratched the back of his head, chuckling. "It's complicated, lots of history, lots of blood and death. They didn't exactly hit it off at first—Shisui's playful nature clashes with Danzō's seriousness. But over time, they've found a kind of balance. They both love me, and that shared goal helps them put aside their differences. At least in front of me that is."
Mikoto's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Let me guess—Shisui teases Danzō mercilessly?"
"Oh, constantly, but teases isn't the correct word for it, it is a lot more malicious than playful," Malik said, laughing. "And Danzō pretends not to care, but I think she secretly enjoys it, for all the wrong reasons. They're like fire and ice, constantly clashing but somehow complementing each other."
Kushina grinned. "Sounds like you've got your hands full."
"You have no idea," Malik said with a dramatic sigh, though his eyes betrayed his affection.
As the conversation wound down, Kushina and Mikoto exchanged a glance, their expressions softening. "You're lucky, Malik," Kushina said, her voice tinged with warmth. "To have two people who love you that much."
"I know," Malik replied, his tone earnest. "And I'm lucky to have friends like you two who remind me how important it is to hold onto that love."
Mikoto reached out, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "And don't forget, Malik, you bring just as much light into their lives as they bring into yours."
As they prepared to part ways, Malik couldn't help but add a playful note. "You know, it's not just their personalities that make them special. They both have big boobs and great butts too." He winked at Kushina and Mikoto, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "And let me tell you, the love of an older woman is something else. It's nice."
Kushina and Mikoto laughed, shaking their heads at his cheeky remark. "You never change, Malik," Kushina said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
As the dream began to fade, Malik felt a pang of sadness. He knew he would have to return to the real world eventually, to the responsibilities and challenges that awaited him. But for now, he cherished this moment, this dream reunion, knowing it would be a memory he would hold dear.
With a final smile, Malik bid the women farewell, grateful for the respite and the connection. As he drifted back to the wider dream space, he carried with him the warmth and the laughter, a reminder of the beauty that could be found even in the darkest of times.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
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