Y/N Kayama is the daughter of the R-rated hero Midnight and is also a little finding a caregiver/Daddy. Bakugo is also looking for a Little, lucky him he finds Y/n coloring in a coloring book with a paci on his first day in UA class 1-A.

SPECIAL BACOL
Bukan Cerita Bersambung, tapi berisi ratusan cerita VULGAR

Dewasa dulu baru boleh baca
Perjalan seorang Ridho, siswa kelas  XI SMA karena dendam pada ayahnya, dia akhirnya terlibat dalam dunia hitam.

Tak pernah terduga jika hubungan asmara diantara meraka menjadi sebgitu pelik

A tall blond man in 30s walked up to a girl in a blue shirt and beige shorts who was coloring her book in the lawn and tapped on her shoulder.
 
"Hey sweetie."
 
The girl looked up and smiled at the blond man.
 
"Hi, Uncle Logan." she said while smiling wide.
 
"Mind if I ask you, have you seen John anywhere?" Mr Logan smiled at her while waiting for her answer.
 
"John? I thought he went inside the house." she pointed at the entrance of the door which was their house.
 
"He did? I thought he was with you. Anyway, I will go and look for him then." he rubbed her head and was about to walk into the house when the little girl called for him.
 
"Why are you looking for him?" she asked him curiously while her right hand played over the red colored pencil.
 
"I have an errand for him, sweetheart. Tell him that I'm looking for him. Will you?" he winked at her.
 
"What's in it for me?" she asked back while tilting her head to the side.

"What do you need?" he asked.

"Something sweet, yummy and delicious." she smirked at him.
 
"I'll buy you your favorite flavor in Baskin-Robbins." he said as his right fingers rubbed his chin.
 
"Deal." she said and she continued back doing her coloring.
 
Time passed by as she finished coloring a picture. Flipping through a few pages, she kept wondering if she could finish up the rest of the pages. As she sat, her mind went blank and nothing came into her head. Not long later, a boy was seen sneaking at a nearby bush and was observing the girl at the lawn. His lips turned into a small smile while his eyes followed her every movement. Slowly sneaking out from the bushes, he slowly creeped behind the small girl and waited for the right timing. After a short moment waiting, he took out a horn and slowly placed near to her ear but trying to avoid from her noticing he's there.
 
Holding on his breath, he counted till three and pressed the horn as long as he could. Due to the sudden loud horn, the girl was taken by surprise when the side she was coloring in the book became a line. She held closed her ears and stood up looking in shock at who might be doing something crazy like this. She turned to the person who does it and looked at him in disbelieve. Her ears still was blocked by the deafening sound but she could not believe what had happened a moment ago. Once her ears slowly calmed down a little, she looked straight at him.
 
"YOU!" she shouted as she pointed her finger at him while her left hand was covering her left ear as it was still ringing loud inside. Though the horn has stopped, the sound was still there.
 
"This is a payback for telling dad on me." he showed his tongue out and started to laugh at her.

"Do you think this is funny?" she was almost in tears because it was painful but then she held in.

"When I look at you, it is funny." she laughed.
 
"My ears. I can't hear properly." her ears was still ringing as she slowly rubbed the hole.
 
"Serve you right." and laughed again at her.
 
He laughed till he fell on his ass but that didn't stop him from laughing. She could not take it any longer at his mischief, she stood up and looked at him in anger. Her both hand wrapped into a fist as she stared him down.
 
"You rascal!" she screamed and dashed towards him.
 
Realizing the girl was running fast towards him, he quickly stood up and ran away but at one point he tripped and fell. This was an advantage to the girl to catch over him. Unable to hold her anger, she started to pull his hair leading him to scream in pain. Pulling him closer to her, she waved her right hand and punched him at his face. Though blood was not see, the punch was still a hard one.

Both their parents who were sitting in the living room, while having a chat was taken back with the scream and ran out to see what was going on. Reaching the lawn, they stood stunned. The mothers wanted to stop the fight but the fathers signed them not to interrupt as they felt it was amusing.
 
"Honey, we need to stop them." said the girl's mother to her husband.
 
"Lets see how strong is she in fighting." he said.
 
"She is strong. Your daughter definitely will be a fighter." said Mr Logan.
 
"Enough. I give up. I am sorry." the boy begged her while holding on to her hand, trying to prevent her from pulling harder. Still, she was not satisfied in what he was telling her.
 
"You're a liar!" she screamed.
 
Knowing there's no escape, he quickly pushed her down and stood up. He moved away a little and kept apologizing to her. Still, it was obvious she isn't going to let it go.

"I'm sorry. Really, I'm very sorry about what I did to you." he repeatedly said to her.
 
"I don't trust your sorry. You always do this to me." she stood up.
 
With anger, she wanted to hit him again but her eyes caught on to a hose which was just at the side of the lawn. Without wasting a moment, she ran over to the hose. Opened the tap and started to sprinkle at the boy. It took a few seconds for him to realize he was soaking wet. Quickly, he ran to his parents which left them speechless. Looking strongly at where the hose was moving, he quickly starts to run away from them because the water was directing towards his direction.
 
The girl's father, Mr Henry knew this was going to be a mess, tried to get close to his daughter but she sprinkled on him knowing she will be caught. As the boy slowly tried to sneak behind her, he quickly grabbed onto her hip, making her to leave the hose while trying to free her from the grip.
 
"Let me go!"
 
"I said I'm sorry. You made us all wet." the boy tried to talk to her.
 
She stopped moving and looked around her to realize everyone was wet. She turned to him and stared at him. He stopped moving a moment and wondered what was she thinking before he felt himself being pushed to the ground.
 
"You lost!" she said as she never let go of her sight away from him.
 
Both of them stared at each other and started to laugh. Whereas for both parents who were taken by surprise of the splash, looked at the kids and started to laugh by themselves. Mr Henry chuckled a little and went to both of them. With both hands on his hip, he gave them the angry glare.
 
"What were you both thinking?! Both of you stand up and apologize to each other."
 
"But Uncle Henry, she started it first. She started to hit me." the boy tried to defend himself.
 
"He started it first, dad. He blew the horn right at my ears. It's painful." as she tried to explain her situation.
 
"Enough! Both of you. John, Casey. Apologize to everyone. Now." he said sternly to both of them.
 
They looked at each other but no words came out.
 
"Just because both of you are kids, that does not mean I can let you off this easily." Mr Henry said that once again.
 
Both of them looked at everyone and sighed.
 
"We're sorry." they said as their eyes shifted from their parents to  the ground.
 
"That's much more better. Now, both of you off to bath and get change. You are grounded for a week for this." they looked at Mr Henry in a surprise 

"No way?!" they shrieked together but Mr Henry gave then a stern look.

"My answer is final." he said and both of them didn't say another word.
 
They knew Mr Henry meant what he said. They slowly walked back into the house with their heads dropped down. Their mothers followed them to help them get change. Mr Logan went over to Mr Henry and tapped on his shoulder.
 
"You don't have to be stern with them. They're just 8. Weren't we like that when we were kids?" he said.
 
"It's just to make them realize that they will not escape from what they are doing." said Mr Henry
 
"We were worst than this, you know." said Mr Logan as both of them looked at each other.

"Well, the moment we become a parent, things have changed a lot more than we expect." said Mr Henry with a smile.
 
Few seconds passed by, they start to laugh out themselves over the memories they had as children. They sat over at the porch waiting for the rest to take bath and they went in for their.

The bell rang dismissing classes for lunch; it woke up Tirza who had been sleeping peacefully and she began to wail. "Poppy! No woud!" Snape was instantly at her side and lifted her from the playpen. "Hush, its okay, daddy's here." Still holding Molly, Tirza cuddled against Snape's chest. "Are you hungry princess?" Tirza nodded enthusiastically. "Ungee! Baby ungee peez!" Snape kissed her head and they left the classroom. Tirza struggled against him and Snape finally set her down and took her hand. Holding Molly by the hair, Tirza toddled along slowly beside him. "It will take us an hour to get there if you don't let me carry you," Snape told her. "No warry," Tirza replied stubbornly. "Professor!" someone shouted behind them. Snape and Tirza both turned to see Draco hurry towards them. "Ducky!" Tirza shouted happily. Snape chuckled as Draco rolled his eyes at his new nickname. "Can I hold her Professor?" Snape raised an eyebrow. "Why are suddenly so kind towards my daughter Mr. Malfoy?" Draco shrugged. "Look at her; she's... cute!" Tirza started wiggling and trying to pull her hand free from Snape's. "Ducky warry! Peez!" "Is it alright Professor?" Snape nodded and Draco picked up the wiggling little girl. "Tis Mowy," she said, holding the lion out towards him. "I would refuse if I were you Mr. Malfoy, she's been drooling all over that thing," Snape warned. "No," Draco told her. Tirza wrinkled her little face into a nasty scowl. "Tis Mowy!" she ordered. "Baby kiss Molly," Snape told her. Instantly the scowl was gone, replaced by a smile and Tirza slobbered on the lion's face again. "Cute dress kid," Draco told her as they continued down the hallway. "Baby pwitty," she replied, nodding her head. Even with Tirza being carried, they arrived in the Great Hall as everyone else was already sitting. By now most of the school knew of what happened to Tirza and nearly everyone waved at the adorable little girl. Tirza happily waved back, smacking Draco's face several times in her excitement. "Come on princess, let's go eat," Snape said as he took Tirza from Draco. "Bye ducky!" Tirza yelled loudly. Everyone laughed and pointed at Draco; he cringed. Now everyone would probably start calling him ducky!
"My my, aren't we a fancy baby?" McGonagall greeted Snape and Tirza as they approached the table. "Hello to you as well Minerva," Snape said. "Oh Severus! She's just so very sweet that she completely outshines you!" Snape rolled his eyes. "I need some sort of chair for her to sit in, would you hold her for a moment?" McGonagall nodded and Tirza happily went to her. "You look so pretty, honey, do you know that?" Tirza giggled and pointed to her dress. "Pwintis." McGonagall kissed Tirza's cheek. "Yes you are, you sweet little thing." Tirza leaned over and spotted Dumbledore. "Tanta! Tanta!" She dropped Molly and held her arms out to Albus. The kind old wizard happily took the little baby and sat her on his lap. "Ooh (you) tanta! Tanta pretin (present)?" Albus had no trouble understanding her and nodded. "Just a moment darling and you shall have a present." Tirza clapped her hands and bounced on his lap. Albus took his napkin and folded it into a circle. He took out his wand and Tirza watched him, her dark eyes growing wide. He said a spell and the napkin circle was turned into a glittery pink bracelet; he gently slipped it onto her tiny wrist. Tirza stared at it for a moment, then touched it and giggled! She leaned up and wrapped her arms around Albus' neck and gave him a slobbery kiss. "Tayooh Tanta!" "May I hold you dear?" Sybill Trelawney asked. Tirza peeked around Dumbledore and stared at her. Tirza wrinkled her nose, pointed at Sybill and spit. "NO!" she shouted. Sybill was very insulted and turned away. Flitwick approached Tirza. "How about me? Can I hold you?" Tirza looked at Flitwick's long beard and than at Dumbledore's. "Tanta?" she pointed to Dumbledore. "Tanta?" she pointed to Flitwick. "Pretin tanta?" Flitwick smiled and gathered Tirza in his arms. "Of course you will get another present; pretty little girls must always have many presents." Tirza giggled. Within moments, a napkin was turned into a glittery gold crown that perfectly accented Tirza's dark curls. (Okay people, what is Flitwick's first name? Has it even been mentioned in the books? LOL, so I'm probably idiotic, but forgive me! Have pity on my poor brain!) Just then Hagrid entered the Great Hall and Tirza watched him with wide eyes. "'Cuse me headmaster, had me some trouble with a few of the blast end skrewts (did I spell that right?)." Albus nodded. "Of course; have you met out guest of honor?" Hagrid looked toward Tirza, who was attempting to tell Flitwick to give Molly a crown as well. "Well, if'n it ain't a little princess," Hagrid said, smiling at Tirza. Tirza wrinkled her nose at him for a moment. "Yient! Fee tie ooh tum!" she announced happily. "Ain't you a bright one! Bet you'd like ter come and see me animals?" Tirza's face lit up. "Yamimals?"

"No, she would not," Severus said, coming up behind them. "She will not be playing with any of your animals Hagrid; she'll be staying with me so I can keep an eye on her." He turned to Flitwick, who handed Tirza back to him. "Time to eat now princess." Dumbledore chuckled. "Princess," he said under his breath. Snape noticed the bracelet and crown. "Where did those come from?" Tirza giggled and pointed at Dumbledore. "Tantas!" Snape looked confused. "She thinks Flitwick and I are Santa Clauses; of course we could not disappoint the sweet thing, so we gave her some presents," Dumbledore explained. A house elf suddenly appeared beside Snape. "Kind and wise Dumbledore tell us special food for little missy," the elf explained. "Where little missy?" Snape pointed to Tirza. "Oh, little missy is VERY little missy!" The elf handed the plate to Snape and left. Tirza was now settled into a chair whose arms wrapped around the little girl, gently holding her and the chair was scooted up to the table to serve as a tray. Snape looked over the contents of the plate; peas, a slice of bread cut into tiny pieces, chocolate pudding, and a piece of meat cut very tiny. He nodded, thinking the food would be just fine, and placed the plate in front of her. Tirza looked skeptically at the things on her plate and than looked at Snape, who was eating his own meal, not paying much attention to her. She gingerly picked up a piece of bread and put it in her mouth; she decided that was good and turned to pick up a pea. Tirza's little button nose wrinkled in disgust and she took the pea out of her mouth and set it back on the plate. The meat received the same reaction, but the chocolate pudding passed with flying colors. Tirza stuck her hand in the pudding, than pulled it out and began licking it. After carefully licking her hand, she took another bit of bread. Bread of course is not nearly as exciting as chocolate pudding, so she turned her attention back to that, once again putting her hand in it. McGonagall laughed and nudged Snape. "Look," she told him. Snape looked at his daughter licking pudding form her hand and shook his head. "Tirza, do not do that!" he scolded.

Tirza did not like to be scolded and felt that she could eat her pudding any way she wanted! After all, wasn't she a princess? She stuck her tongue out at Snape and threw a piece of meat at him. "Tirza Jade, you stop that!" She ignored him and turned back to licking her hand; Snape shook his head and decided she really wasn't hurting anyone so he might as well let her be. The pudding soon was gone; a majority of it made it inside her mouth, but some ended up smeared all over her face as well as the table cloth. Tirza looked at the food left on her plate and giggled. She grabbed as many peas as her tiny hands could and began smearing them on the table cloth. She giggled at the "paint" and used her finger to draw in the mess of peas and pudding. After creating a masterpiece she reached for more peas and this time threw them at Snape, giggling. They didn't go as far as she hoped and she angrily threw her plate at him, which went much farther and smacked Snape's head. "Bloody hell!" he swore loudly. Tirza giggled. "Wody hell!" she repeated. Snape rolled his eyes. 'Probably how it all started the first time,' he though. "Wody hell!" she yelled and giggled. "Wody hell!" "I've created a monster," Snape moaned to McGonagall. McGonagall could only laugh at the chocolate and green mess that covered Tirza as well as part of the table. "Tirza, you will not throw food!" Snape scolded. She scowled at him and threw a nearby piece of bread at him. "Wody hell!" she shouted triumphantly. "I mean it young lady," Snape said, his temper rising. She continued to fling bread slices at him and the rest of the staff offered absolutely no help; they were enjoying it too much to be of help! Tirza giggled at the scowl on Snape's face. Snape was not amused and grabbed both her hands and looked her in the eye. "Tirza Jade Snape, no throwing food!" he shouted. "Wody hell! Tupid poppy!" she yelled, a scowl matching his own on her face. "Tupid poppy!" Snape was speechless for a moment; had she really just called him stupid? In front of the whole school? "Tupid tupid tupid wody hell!" she repeated. Snape said the spell to release the chairs arms form holding her and grabbed Tirza. "Lunch is over young lady!" She started kicking and screaming as he carried her towards the door of the Great Hall. Snape carried her kicking and screaming all the way to his chambers.

Snape was in the bathroom, the water running, attempting to wash Tirza's face when there was a knock on the door. Not in the mood and rather busy at the moment to get up and open the door, he called for the person to come in. Tirza continued to scream as he tried to wash her little face. "Almost sounds like you're murdering her Professor." Snape looked behind him and saw Hermione. "Miss Granger, what is it you need?" She shook her head. "Tirza dropped her lion and I thought she might want it." Tirza continued to wiggle and scream and Snape was getting another headache. "Um would you like some help?" Hermione asked. Snape nodded and handed the messy baby to her. Hermione sat down and took the washcloth from Snape and gently pulled Tirza onto her lap. "This is the way we wash our face, wash our face, wash our face," Hermione sang softly. She alternated gently wiping Tirza's little face and tickling her tummy. Snape watched the whole procedure wondering why Tirza would sit still and be quiet for her and not for him. Several minutes later, Tirza's face was clean; Hermione kissed her clean cheek and stood up. "She needs to be changed," she told Snape. "I know, I'll go get another outfit." Hermione shook her head. "Not just that, her nappy needs to be changed." Snape cringed and Hermione laughed. "You touch leeches and dead spiders; a nappy isn't bad compared to that." Snape highly doubted it; he carried Tirza into her room and wondered what to do next. "You've never changed a nappy, have you?" "Aren't you a bright one," Snape sneered. Hermione ignored his comment; even if he was nasty and deserved to have a big messy nappy; Hermione cared about Tirza and wouldn't let Snape's uncertainty make her miserable. "Here, I'll show you," Hermione said. Snape handed Tirza to her. "I'll need another nappy, a pin, a cloth and several wipes," she instructed. Snape nodded and found the requested items. Hermione spread the old towel he had given her on the floor and laid Tirza on top of it. Within minutes, Tirza's messy nappy had been replaced by a fresh one that Hermione pinned securely with a large safety pin. Snape had watched the process with a look of sheer horror on his face. "That is one of the most disgusting things I've ever seen. I cannot believe a person has to do that." Hermione laughed. "You get used to it eventually. Anyways, I am going to wash my hands and than go to my next class." Snape nodded. "Thank you for your help," he choked out. Hermione nodded and headed for the bathroom. Snape looked at Tirza, who was now sitting up in her messy dress. "You certainly had fun, I'm sure." Tirza giggled and Snape began to unbutton her dress. "I feel bad for the house elf that has to clean that," he said as he threw it into the hamper. Tirza now sat on his lap in nothing but a nappy, smiling at him. Snape smiled back; he couldn't remember the last time he had felt so young or so happy. It surprised him the way he was actually enjoying two-year-old Tirza. 'How unfortunate it that it has to wear off,' he thought.

Tirza was once again sitting in her playpen in Snape's classroom. The students were diligently working on their studies and her father was sitting at his desk, correcting papers as usual. Now clad in a blue sundress that featured a large image of Tigger and Pooh on the front and a white sweater to keep her warm; Tirza picked up the blue crayon. "Boo," she said to herself. She looked at the crayon and than at her dress, her little mind registering the fact that they were the same color. "Poppy ook!" Snape glanced over in her direction. Tirza held up a blue crayon. "Boo!" she announced, than pointed to her dress. "Boo!" Snape smiled. "Yes, your crayon and your dress are both blue; what a smart baby!" Tirza giggled and turned her attention to her coloring book, attacking it once again. She happily scribbled a page with the blue crayon and grabbed the yellow one next, adding even more scribbles to the page. "Pwitty," she announced. Tirza ripped the page out of her book and picked the green crayon and attacked the next page. Snape was relieved that for the moment she seemed occupied; she was fun, but she was a lot a lot of work! He kept his attention on grading as Tirza continued to attack pages and than rip them from the book. After scribbling and tearing out nearly ten pages, Tirza was bored with her Winnie the Pooh coloring book. Her dark eyes caught sight of the rows of books on the shelves next to her playpen, her curiosity peaked. Standing in the playpen on her little tip toes; she stretched her chubby little arms towards the bookcase and grabbed the first book that she could reach. She giggled and let the book fall inside her playpen and reached for another, and another, and another. After four books fell into her playpen, Tirza sat back down and struggled to pull the first heavy book over to her. She opened the hard cover and carelessly pushed the pages; several pages were smudged, bent or ripped by the time she stopped. She grabbed her green crayon and began to draw on the page; sure the book had no pictures, but that didn't matter because she could add her own! When finished with that page, she ripped it out as she had done with the others and turned to another, choosing the pink crayon. This time she left the page in the book and attacked another with the gold crayon, giggling all the while. Snape continued to pay attention to his papers, completely oblivious that Tirza was coloring and ripping pages from his precious potion books.

Tirza was on the third book before anyone noticed that she was no longer playing with her coloring book. "Um Professor?" a first year Ravenclaw said, raising her hand. Snape looked up and the girl continued. "I think the baby's coloring in your books." Snape quickly strode to Tirza's playpen; sure enough colored pages of potion books were strewn around the playpen. Snape stood there for a moment, his eyes closed, trying VERY hard to control himself. He loved his books; they were almost as precious to him as his cauldrons! "Poppy," Tirza said. He opened his eyes and looked at her. Tirza held out a page about truth potions that was now decorated in black crayon. Snape grabbed the page from her and gathered her crayons and any pages in the playpen. "My books, ruined," he moaned. Most of the students rolled their eyes; to them, the books were just books. "You do NOT PLAY with my BOOKS!" he shouted. Tirza's lower lip began to quiver and her eyes welled up with tears and she began to cry. The girls in the class shot nasty looks at Snape behind his back; it was bad enough that he was mean to them, let alone a little baby! Tirza curled into a ball and sobbed; all of Snape's anger and frustration melted away at her heart wrenching sobs. After all, they were just books. She struggled as he lifted her out of the playpen, slapping at him with little balled up fists. He gently rocked her back and forth in his arms. "Ooh mwean! Ooh woud," she sobbed into his shoulder. Snape sat at his desk and kissed her head. "I'm sorry I was loud sweetheart." She looked up at him, tears running down her face. "Baby tupid?" she asked. He gently wiped her face and kissed her cheek. "No, baby is not stupid. It is bad though to ruin daddy's books." Tirza looked very confused. "Baby bad?" she started to cry again and Snape tried to think of a better way to explain it. He tipped her chin up and wiped her face again. "You're a good girl Tirza, but no books, alright?" She stopped crying and wiped her nose on Snape's robe; he inwardly grimaced but said nothing. "Pway dig tooks?" she innocently asked. Snape shook his head. "No, no books." Tirza nodded. "Dood baby?" Snape hugged her tight. "Yes, you are a good baby." Tirza wrapped her little arms around his neck. "Wuv ooh poppy," she told him. Snape smiled and cuddled her close. "I love you too."

"Son, you…"


His parents were shocked.


This kind of request wasn't normal for someone his age.


"Forget it, when a child grows up, they should have their own dreams…"


His father and mother weren't someone from a high-ranking position on Kurama Clan.


Therefore, in their hearts, Akabane's passion must be correlated with his awakening of Kekkei Genkai.


"Father, do you want to help me tell the patriarch?"


Akabane heard his tone, knowing that it was half-hearted.


His father nodded, touched Akabane's hair with concern in his mind, and said, "I will talk with the clan after this. If the clan refuses your request, I still have my savings to spare."


"I believe that the clan would accept it."


Akabane is very confident about this.


The three of them slowly walked back home.


…


As soon as he returned home, Akabane went back to his room to continue his comic.


"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"


He immediately cast seals to summon a clone.


"I'll work hard today!"


Akabane chuckled and started coloring the pages from before.


"Oh, that's awesome…"


The shadow clone glanced at him and couldn't help but awe.


Not awe from his coloring but for how he didn't laze after summoning him.


As someone who graduated from arts & design major, coloring is a piece of cake.


…



After finished his coloring pages, he got up and stretched.


"Haaah… it's done, up to the next one."


His clone was expressionless. He never thought that Akabane has such a talent.


"With your skill of drawing, then why bother learning about shadow clones? You could finish it by yourself faster.


"Don't say that I can't work all day and night. I want to take some rest too."


Akabane had really planned to rest for a while, but the cynicism made him feel bad to take a rest, so he changed his mind and sat cross-legged to restore his Chakra.


…


"[System!]"


He took a look at the system panel; his points rose to more than 50 points before.


But today, he only gained a slight point.


Akabane thought for a while and used all the remaining 50 points to increase his physical strength.


He needs to upgrade his physique to compensate for his chakra.


Of course, the main reason is that chakra is way too expensive.


Gradually, the point needs to increase one chakra equal to 50 points.


What can he do with that little improvement?


At his current five physiques, the effect was completely different.


Not only the body, but even the recovery and the number of Chakra seemed to have increased.


Afterward, Akabane sat down and began to restore his diminished chakra.


The shadow clone did not expect that Akabane didn't sleep after he finished coloring. 


He thought that his original will laze around and leave everything to him so seeing him meditating surprised him a little since  he didn't expect it at all.


He sighed slightly and then kept on working.


Although, as a clone, he also wanted to rest, to have more pages to complete, he felt that he needed to work harder.


At the very least, he needs to complete the fourth and fifth chapters so that he can print the first volume.


Of course…


With his physique now balancing his overwhelmed Chakra, his Chakra recovery is much faster than the most ninja.


It didn't take long for him to summon another clone.


"Here is your new companion. I'm going to sleep now."


Akabane lies on the bed to recharge his chakra. The two clones were tolling on his chakra. He is afraid that if he doesn't have enough chakra, he will pass out when he lifts his clones.


Akabane laid down, the two shadow clones looked at each other, and then looked at Akabane on the bed.


"Ahh. He's asleep."They Sighed at the same time, and continued to work.


…


On the other side, in the Hokage's office, Arata came to make a report on today's exam.


Hiruzen was listening one by one, But in fact, he saw more clearly than Arata.


After all, there are many details that a chuunin level cannot be seen clearly.


"Ryo will have to be punished as planned. As for the other, they all passed."


Hiruzen Sarutobi said.


"Yes!"


Arata received the order and left the office.


The Third Hokage takes out his smoking pipe and lit a smoke while thinking.


On his desk was a list of names, Kurama Akabane, Hatake Sakumo, and Mitarashi Murasaki in a row. The mentor's name in front was still blank and has not been filled in.


In the end, he filled in a name.


"Shimura Danzo."


"Let Danzo come here."


Before long, a figure knocked in, and it was Shimura Danzo.


He picked up the list, took a look, and said, "These three were the students you carefully selected…"


Right now, Danzo is the head of the Anbu, his "root" still belongs to the Anbu, and he is not completely independent.


"Yes, in the next year, you will be their team's mentor, but remember, do not influence them with your root training or any other that is related to Anbu."


Hiruzen was very clear about this.


There is no room for mistakes.


"You have nothing to worry about."


Danzo picked up the list.


and said "They are all geniuses. One year is enough."


"As for a year from now, I have another plan for them, you can go back and get your Anbu." Hiruzen said.


"One year is the same for you."


Danzo meant something that only those two knew. He turned and left the office.



I, Akabane was graduated from the university of arts & design in the 21st century then suddenly traversed into the Naruto’s world, by bringing my knowledge of arts and my love of Naruto comic I decided to recreate Naruto comic here…

[Ding! Comic System has been activated!]

Great! Ninjutsu? Kekkei Genkai?

As long as I can draw more comics, I would be unmatched!

…Or am I?


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Author: Funeral
Translator: Levaa
Raw Source: sj.uukanshu.com

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"Son, you..."
His parents were shocked.
This kind of request wasn't normal for someone his age.
"Forget it, when you grow up, you should have his own dreams…"
His father and mother weren't someone from high-rank at Kurama Clan.
Therefore, in their hearts, Akabane's passion must be correlated with his awakened of Kekkei Genkai.
"Father, do you want to help me tell the patriarch?"
Akabane heard his tone, knowing that it was half-heart.
His father nodded, touched Akabane's hair with concern in his mind, and said, "I will talk with the clan after this. If the clan refuses your request, I still have my savings to spare."
"I believe that the clan would accept it."
Akabane is very confident about this.
The three of them slowly walked back home.
…
As soon as he returned home, Akabane went back to his room to continued his comic.
"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
He immediately cast seals to summoned a clone.
"I'll work hard today!"
Akabane chuckled and started to coloring his pages from before.
"Oh, that's awesome..."
The shadow clone glanced at him and couldn't help but awe.
As someone who graduated from arts & design major, coloring is a piece of cake.
…
After finished his coloring pages, he got up and stretched.
"Haaah... it's done, up to the next one."
His clone was expressionless. He never thought that Akabane has such a talent.
"With your skill of drawing, then why to bother learned about shadow clone? You could finish it by yourself faster.
"Don't say that I can't work all day and night. I want to take some rest to."
Akabane had really planned to rest for a while, but the cynicism made him feel bad to take a rest, so he changed his mind and sat cross-legged to restore his Chakra.
…
"[System!]"
He took a look at the system panel; his points rose to more than 50 points before.
But today, he only gained a slight point.
Akabane thought for a while and used all the remaining 50 points to increased his physical.
He needs to upgrade his physique to compensate for his chakra.
Of course, the main reason is that chakra is way too expensive.
Gradually, the point needs to increase one chakra equal to 50 points.
What can he do with that little improvement?
At his current five physiques, the effect was completely different.
Not only the body, but even the recovery and the number of Chakra seemed to have increased.
Afterward, Akabane sat down and began to restore chakra.
The shadow clone did not expect that Akabane didn't get tired. Even if he just sat there to recovered chakra, he still feels lucky for now. He is the most interesting of all of Akabane's clones.
He sighed slightly and then kept on working.
Although, as a clone, he also wanted to rest, to have more pages to complete, he felt that he needed to work harder.
At the very least, he needs to complete the fourth and fifth chapters so that he can print the first volume.
Of course…
With his physique now balancing his overwhelmed Chakra, his Chakra recovery is much faster than the most ninja.
It didn't take long for him to summon another clone.
"Here is your new companion. I'm going to sleep now."
Akabane lies on the bed to recharged his chakra. The two clones were tolling on his chakra. He is afraid that if he doesn't have enough chakra, he will pass out when he lifts his clones.
Akabane laid down, the two shadow clones looked at each other, and then looked at Akabane on the bed.
"Ahh. He's asleep." Sighed, and continued to work.
…
On the other side, in the Hokage's office, Monkey King Enma came to make a report on today's exam.
Hiruzen was listening one by one, But in fact, he saw more clearly than Enma.
After all, there are many details his summoned cannot be seen clearly.
"Ryuu will have to deal with his consequence. As for the other, they all passed."
Hiruzen Sarutobi said.
"Yes!"
Enma received the order and left the office.
The Third Hokage takes out his smoking pipe and lit a smoke while thinking.
On his desk was a list of names, Kurama Akabane, Hatake Sakumo, and Mitarashi Murasaki was in a row. The mentor's name in front was still blank and has not been filled in.
In the end, he filled in a name.
"Shimura Danzo."
"Let Danzo come here."
Before long, a figure knocked in, and it was Shimura Danzo.
He picked up the list, took a look, and said, "These three were the students you carefully selected..."
Right now, Danzo is the head of the Anbu, his "root" still belongs to the Anbu, and he is not completely independent.
"Yes, in the next year, you will be their team's mentor, but remember, do not influence them with your root or any other that related to Anbu."
Hiruzen was very clear about this. 
There is no room for mistakes.
"You have nothing to worry about."
Danzo picked up the list.
"They are all geniuses. One year is enough."
Hiruzen said, "As for a year from now, I have another plan for them, you can go back and get your Anbu."
"One year is the same for you."
Danzo meant something that only those two knew. He turned and left the office.

I, Akabane was graduated from the university of arts & design in the 21st century then suddenly traversed into the Naruto’s world, by bringing my knowledge of arts and my love of Naruto comic I decided to recreate Naruto comic here…
[Ding! Comic System has been activated!]
Great! Ninjutsu? Kekkei Genkai?
As long as I can draw more comics, I would be unmatched!
…Or am I?
This novel was translated by SystemTranslation, please visit their site for more chapters.

—🕊Mizuhashi Yurina Rokurō (POVs)

I've been having fun coloring the entire page of the book that Akumu give to me for free, I feel so satisfied and calm, I love the art too.

" You've been coloring that for an hour, aren't you tired? " Takehito said, I then looked at him and just smiled. 

" Just don't bother her, she looks like she's having fun with it." Rikichi

" Anyway, why are you here Takehito? " I heard Yasha said.

" I just want to visit little Yurina, I heard she was missing last night." Takehito said

" Oh yeah, glad I was actually the one who brought her back to her home. " Yasha said

" I actually thought someone kidnapped her. " Rikichi

" I actually thought the same thing. " Yasha said, but I was only just listening to their conversation while coloring the entire books page.

" By the way, have you heard? There's a new professor who will be teaching us in here. " Takehito

" Really? " Rikichi

" That's why the first subject in your class isn't here, I mean Professor D, because someone will take his position, and that is the new professor." Takehito

" What happened to Professor D? " Yasha

" I heard a news from other students, Professor D take a break for teaching, he was really injured from what I've heard from the students in here. " Takehito

As I was just listening to their conversation, I just noticed that I've been coloring the fish with red and the water is all dark red.

" Where's the blue?  " I said and then look at the crayons that I was using, I then tried to find it.

" What are you doing? " Yasha said.

" The blue is missing." I said

" Why did you colored the entire fish with red? " Yasha

" Oh...i didn't noticed it. " I said and smiled.

" Are you looking for the color blue? " Rikichi said and so I just nodded and he then just magically showed the blue on his hands.

" Why did you steal it?  " I said

" You were having fun coloring it with red so I took the chance to borrow the blue." Rikichi said and so I just grabbed the blue on his hand and put it back to where it was belong. 

" Man, I wish I was a strong demon, I want to be reborn again. " Takehito said and that made me stopped from what I was just doing.

Reborn.

Reborn.

Reborn.

Reborn.

Reborn...

Reborn..reborn....

\\My daughter will be reborn again... \\

\\she will be reborn again.\\

\\I'm sorry, when you will be reborn again.\\

( Huh? )

( What's all this thought?? )

" Hey, pumpheaded pumpkin, are you alright? You kind of got distracted." Yasha said and then I looked at him and smiled.

" I'm okay." I said and smiled again.

" Anyway, I gotta go, I need to get to my next class, see you three at lunch." Takehito said and then run as fast, Yasha and Rikichi then stood up and then I looked at Yasha when he lend his hands to me.

" Come on, let's go to the next subject." Yasha said and I then closed the drawing book and put all of the crayons back to its place, and I then stood up and hold his hands.

As we were walking through the hallway, Rikichi keeps looking behind his back and he would smile at me and to Yasha, he looks creepy.

As we reach to our destination, Yasha then opened the door and we then get inside the room, I then saw Professor L, sitting at the teacher table.

" Little Yurina, where's your pet? " Professor L.

" Oh, his at home." I said and smiled.

" Summoned your pet now." Professor L says.

" Meow~" I said in front of Professor L, and he was just staring at me weirdly.

" We'll, I didn't say you will meow me. " Professor L said but I just smiled at him.

*meow*

" You commoner, why did you call me!? I was napping!  " Kitty said and I then grab Mr.Velthazor

*meow*

" You commoner!!! Let me go!! Do not touch my expensive fur!!  " Kitty said

" Kitty, you look so fluffy and soft, did Yoru took good care of you? " I said

*meow*

" Commoner, put me down, or I will scratch your soft skin." Kitty said and he then just jumped off right on my arm.

" Kitty!!! Where are you going? Come back!!! " I said as I was about to chase Mr.Velthazor

" Looks like you been having fun communicating with your pet very we'll, Little Yurina . " I heard Proffesor L said.



—🕊Yasha Koizumi Kōsei (POVs)

As I watch this little demon petting her own pet, I then looked at to my own serpent pet.

" Yurina, I heard that you can make bubbles?  " Rikichi said and this demon just nodded.

" Show it to me." Rikichi said while he was petting his own pet and it's name is Zefikey and it's a cute little demon snake. 

This little pumpheaded pumpkin then shows her tiny hands and after that she just suddenly laughed, and so Rikichi looked at me weirdly. 

" What's wrong with her? " Rikichi said and I just shrugged. 

( Maybe it's the effect of the coloring book? )

This little demon then just made a hand gesture to her little tiny cute baby hands and then a cute colored bubbles just appeared right in front of us, it really had weird colors. 

" Woah!!! It's amazing." Rikichi

" I've never seen a thing like this before, I didn't know it's called bubbles." Rikichi said and I just rolled my eye's, I then looked at to this little demon who was just sitting right besides me. 

" By the way Yasha, I haven't heard you talking to your own pet, you just keep petting on it. " Rikichi said and then this little demon then looked at me. 

" Were actually communicating through minds." I said

" Ah.. I see, anyway this is so boring, why did Professor L wants us to communicate with our pet? Is there anything else we can do? Like more fun to do? " Rikichi

" Why are you asking me!?? I'm not Professor L, you dumb. " I said and I then heard this little demon just laughed and so we both looked at her. 

( What the f*ck? ) 

I was just now staring at this little demon who was playing with herself, she draws funny shapes on her face while looking at the mirror and was laughing at her own self, she even put a mustache under her nose. 

*meow*

" Commoner, you look idiot." Velthazor

" What are you doing!?? " I said to her and she just looked at me and smiled widely.

" Look!!! Look at the heart on my cheeks!!! " this little demon said while pointing the two heart shape on her both cheeks. 

( Why is she so... Still cute!!? ) 

( She's so being funny to herself.) 

( Just an hour ago, she was this so gloomy, and now she looks so hyped up.) 

( It's the coloring book effect I guess.) 

" You're creating shapes on your face? " Rikichi said while making a straight face react and this pumpheaded pumpkin just nodded while smiling like a total idiot. 

" Erase this things on your face now, you look like a paper with full of shape arts." I said and she only smiled at me and continues to draw shapes on her face. 

*sigh*

*meow*

" Commoner, you should draw a triangle on your forehead." Velthazor

( Why this black cat...) 

I then looked at to this little demon who was actually putting a triangle on her forehead. 

" You dumb *ss, why did you put a freaking triangle on your forehead!???  " I said and tries to erase the triangle on her forehead but she was using a black marker that it usually will take two or five days to take off those arts she did on her face. 

" AHAHAHA!!! You two looks so good together. " Rikichi

" Shut up and helped me in here to erase the things she did on her face! " I said

" Even if I help, she keeps putting more heart shape on her cheeks, just look at her, she must had love arts so much. *laugh*" Rikichi

I then look at this little demon in front of me who keeps putting small heart shapes on her cheeks and when she looked at me she then smiled and looked at herself on the mirror again.

" Okay class, times up, let's continue this thing for tomo—." Professor L said but when he looked at this little demons face he was shocked.

" Little Yurina, what happened to your face? Why is there so many shapes on your face? " Professor L said but she just then smiled at him and all the demon student was just looking at her smiling.. Keeping their faces straight and trying to stopped theirselvs to laugh.

( This dummy... What comes to her mind and she thought of creating shapes on her face.)

( Such a cute trouble maker.)

( I hope you grow up faster.)

( Speaking of growing up,... I wonder what she will look like as an adult.)

( No.. I'm being over pervert in here.)

" Should I create more shape? Kitty what do you think? " She said

*meow*

" Stop it you commoner, you look idiot." Velthazor said

After that, we all then walked through the hallway again, while this little demon keeps looking at herself on the mirror while she was also holding my hand with her tiny hand.

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—🕊TO BE CONTINUED —🕊

There was a girl, living with her poor parents, she was only seven years old, but she can already do the house chores, and she can even cook very well too, she's not just good at helping and doing chores at home, but she's also—very obedient and very cute, but because she and her family we're very poor, and her dad doesn't even have a job, her parents struggle a lot to earn money, so her mom and dad made a decision to sold their daughter to someone who wants to buy their daughter in exchange of a big amount of a money and a house.

But— because their daughter was so cute, a man which her parents didn't know that it was a demon, approached to her parents and asked if where he could adopt a child, the Little girl's parents was so happy to heard what the man said, for they were actually planning to sold their only daughter to someone.

And when the girl was walking back her home, she was almost going to get hit by a truck, but eventually everything stopped and she saw a man standing in front of her with two horns, she thought it was a Halloween Costume, but when the man brought her to a world she never expected, the demon then told her that her parents sold her to be her daughter.

"Here you go, lady." He hands me the envelope. 
 
It was the same envelope with that color and texture. I could have recognized it even with my eyes closed. 
 
"Who gave this to you?" I immediately stopped the kid by the arm before he could take his flight. 
 
"I don't know, that man with the hat and coat?" He pointed in his opposite direction. 
 
I clutch the envelope tight in my hands and run helter-skelter in that direction while tripping and pushing people in turn. I ran to the end of the road to find the said person but there was no one in sight. 
 
Dejectedly I moved towards the hospital ground and observe the envelope in my hands. I bring courage to finally take out the letter and read it. 
 
This was just a warning. 
 Stop looking for him. 
 
Your well wisher 
 
 
My hands tremble as I read it over and over again. Trying to fool myself by thinking it is not what it looks like. I blink away my tears that were just at the corner of my eyes. 
 
"Miss Sarah?" I turn to find Mr. Turner, the cop who was looking after our case. "I'm sorry, I heard about your father." I nod and he begins. "It has been three days but we couldn't find any clues, there were no witnesses, no tracks that might lead us to the assailant, if the doctors hadn't confirmed to us that the head injury was due to the collision with a vehicle, we would have determined it as the accidental slip. Whoever is behind it seems to be a professional at it... Which brings me to ask you, was there any rivalry concerning your father that I must know about?" 
 
"None officer." 
 
"Mhmm... Oh yes, I remember you wanted to tell me something?" 
 
These past days I had been contemplating over a thought that is to share about Daniel's disappearance with Mr. Turner but I've seen the consequences with my very own eyes. 
 
I crumble the letter in my hand and fold them behind my back. The paper making my skin crawl, my hand was itching to throw the paper in his way and break free from my despondency but I resisted the urge. 
 
I can't afford to lose another person. I've decided to let it go... 
 
I've decided to let him go. 
 
"Mr. Turner, thank you for your service but I'd like to withdraw from my case." 
 
 
Six months later my daddy finally woke up from the coma but it was just as the doctor predicted. He came out infatuated with the disorder. Half of his body was paralyzed while the other half of his upper body still worked. 
 
The responsibility of the house had fallen upon my and Maria's shoulders. I couldn't complete my college degree and started working different jobs to afford daddy's medical expenses. 
 
The money we made in town was never enough. We worked full day but didn't earn much since the drugs were expensive and we had to fetch from outside of the town and traveling was another costly thing. 
 
Our lives were slowly becoming dull and dry, swiped up off with all the contentment that was left. To make money we had forgotten to live and the situation didn't even feel near better. 
 
But I didn't stop writing letters to him, he was like my personal diary that no one knew about. It had become a daily habit to write to him before I leave for work. I didn't forget him, not for even a single day. How could I do that when he was the better half of me, he had stolen an important part of me and disappeared with it. With my daddy's condition and his disappearance, something inside of me died and I wasn't ready to cope to start living life again. 
 
Six years passed and nothing has changed except for the burden of miseries. Sometimes I wondered if they'd sought out our home only. 
They came with a discounted package of getting one along with three more for free. 
 
The time I spent at work, he is always on my mind. I imagine him doing things that he normally would've done. Whenever I think about him there was always a thought that bugged me, it crossed my mind several times but I shook it off, only to reckon later 
 
It was about The Shippers. 
 
I believed everything he's been going through somehow related to that place because nothing else other than that comes to mind. Mrs. Adam and I were the only ones who had that suspicion but we kept it to ourselves and never tried to mention it again. 
 
I open the small box that contains all his memories, from small gifts to each letter we exchanged. I had locked away all his memories, everyone wanted me to move on and his ring and pendant on me were being a constant reminder of him but how do I explain it to them that putting a lock to his gifts won't lock the memories I have in my mind with me every time and everywhere I go. 
 
The box also contains the envelopes from the anonymous sender that has left a deep scar in our lives. I didn't tell my family about the second letter and had it hidden here, telling them would've only added to our miseries and I didn't want Mrs. Adam blaming herself for what had happened. I didn't try to throw them away because they were one of the reasons why I stopped looking for him in the first place, they were helping me stay put at my place. 
 
I pick the ring which was his commitment to marriage with me. It was a family heirloom that was given to Mrs. Adam by her mother-in-law which was her mother-in-law's. She didn't want to take it back and asked me to keep it for her sake and here I am cherishing all the memories confined in a box. 
 
I pick out a letter that has been my favorite among the many others. 
 
It was his last loving letter in my hand that I have re-read countless times now and it was still not enough. All the words were infixed inside my head but the feeling of bliss I felt after I read it again was still young and fresh. 
 
My dearest fatso, 
I'm not going to tell you ho I miss you because that's a given and even if I start at that then a few pages won't be enough and eventually, I'd have to send you a notebook to confess my feelings. 
I thought I was a very patient person until I reached the city, I have realized what precious things I have left behind. Maybe I took them for granted and now I am being punished. I know you must be telling me to come back home but a man's got to do what's he got to do and I'm a man of my words, do not make me feel weak (Although I am.... just kidding but maybe just a little) 
When I ate ice cream here for the first time, I suddenly remembered the winter when we both made ice cream cones out of snow and you had a bug in yours and you realized after you licked it. It's funny how I mentioned above I'm not going to tell you how much I miss you but unintentionally I'm doing it. 
Everything I do is a reminder of you. 
People here really like to put on a display of their affection but then I feel fortunate of the culture that we are bound by; I will be the only one to be intimate with you and none other eyes can land their eyes upon us. 
I've been meaning to share this quote with you someone asked me what is 'ignorance' so I wrote this and hope you understand; 
 
It might solve our refused risks 
you're gaining only odds deterred bright 
Yet each sorrow high in price 
Pay early rather salvage 
 
Hope we meet again soon; you'll always remain in my heart. 
 
PS. I love you 
Yours Truly, 
Daniel (Your Ever-loving Brat) 
 
A tear trickles down my face as I finished reading. I wipe away my tear and hold the letter close to my bosom. 
 
Life is full of surprises; someone is dead but yet almost living and someone who is living somewhere is almost dead to you. 
 
I look at the letter once again and started to draw borders around it. A minute later I had drawn pretty little hearts around the borders and was coloring each letter with a different color to give each word a rainbow texture. I started coloring the first letter of each word first before I choose the next color for the other letter. 
 
When I completed coloring the first letters of the quote, my eyes widened and I dropped the color on the ground. I cover my mouth with my hands before I could scream. I couldn't believe what my eyes are looking at. 
 
I never understood the quote quite well before and the need to mention it in the letter. He even hoped for me to understand those words 
 
Oh my, Almighty! it took me six years to see through his words! 
 
All my doubts becoming real as the encoded words lay on the letter in front of me. 
 
I'm sorry, goodbye, Shippers. 


Sarah is an ordinary small-town girl who falls in love with her childhood friend but her plan for a happy life turns upside down when her lover leaves for the city and disappears. Now she is on the verge to find her lost love. She knows it might even cost her life, she has seen people getting hurt because of it. Is she brave enough to face danger for love? Will she be able to find her love or else find someone better along her way? But what she doesn't know is that the bitter realities of the world awaits her.


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EXCERPT


"Do we really love each other?" I asked.

"I believe," he responds, moving his face towards mine, he looks into my eyes.

"What if I'm gone missing someday?"

"I'll go finding you to the deepest core of the Earth."

"Doesn't it sound childish?"
 
"Love is childish."

"What if you don't find me?"

"I'll not give up until I find you."

"It could be dangerous out there."

"Love is the name of sacrifice and I am glad I have the courage to love someone." He leans closer and my heart almost skips a beat. We are so close but still too far away.


I gasp as I notice that we have stopped walking and slowly he's been reducing the distance between us. I close my eyes and he leans even closer, I could feel the heat radiating through his body.

"But Sarah, do you have the courage to love?" He whispers in my ear.

For a while his question lingered in my head, it was a simple question but with a deep meaning behind. It wasn't just a question but many questions in one.

Do I really love him to the extent of sacrifice?

Do I have the courage to sacrifice?

Am I able to face all the dangers of the world for him?

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