Big and Beautiful

After the initial excitement had passed, the lights in the Uchiha Clan Compound began to dim.

"Ren... I should be heading back."

A soft, breathy moan brushed past his ear as the gentle older sister propped herself up on her supple arms.

Beneath the soft moonlight spilling in through the window, a few strands of hair clung to her flushed cheeks. Uchiha Mikoto was breathtakingly beautiful just then.

"Mm, take care on your way home, Sis."

Ren replied lazily, his voice still a little hoarse from their satisfying tryst.

In that intoxicating haven of tenderness, his usually chaste fiancée had indulged his growing boldness for once, letting him savor the breathtaking curves of her body to his heart's content.

So big, so white, and so soft.

He watched Mikoto, looking a little nervous as she straightened her disheveled clothes. Satisfaction filled him, and a mischievous smile tugged at his lips.

"But, Sis Mikoto..."

Ren lowered his voice, as if a big bad wolf were tempting Little Red Riding Hood. "Next time... could we maybe..."

"No more naughty stuff!"

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Mikoto quickly crossed her hands in front of her lively, snow-white chest, making an X. Her face reddened as she glared at him.

It was less a warning than a coy reproach.

Her glistening eyes were full of the bashfulness of someone inexperienced, and the lingering passion of their earlier intimacy.

"I don't know what came over me tonight. That rascal wore me down, and I ended up giving in... doing something so... so embarrassing."

"What do you mean, no more naughty stuff? You were enjoying it too, Sis."

Ren leaned toward her and took hold of the wrist she hadn't yet lowered.

Mikoto gave a token tug, but there was hardly any strength behind it—almost as if she wanted him to stop her.

When she looked up and met Ren's smoldering gaze, she spoke in a trembling voice.

"Ren..."

"I know. We'll talk about next time... next time."

Ren murmured, his voice low and reassuringly warm. "But we can't skip tonight's 'goodbye ceremony.'"

As he spoke, he slowly lowered his head.

After a long while, their lips parted.

A glimmer of silver between them flashed briefly in the moonlight.

Mikoto's cheeks were flushed and her breathing was uneven. She quickly lowered her head, unable to look at him again.

"I... I really have to go."

Her voice was faint as a mosquito's, with a captivating huskiness.

Worried that Ren hadn't had enough, Mikoto bit her lower lip and whispered, "After we're married... you can do whatever you want with me..."

Only then did Ren release her hand, finally satisfied. He gazed at his fiancée, her cheeks pink as peach blossoms and her eyes brimming with tenderness, and gently reminded her, "Mm, take care on your way home."

Mikoto gave a soft "Mm," then turned and practically fled. Her steps were a little unsteady, and her graceful figure disappeared into the darkness outside.

Ren stood by the window, watching the direction she had gone. He waited until she turned back to wave at him, then vanished around the corner. Only then did he turn and settle back onto the sofa.

His eyes half-closed. The power of his Sharingan silently stirred, and with a faint pulse of Chakra, a soft poof sounded.

As the cushion sank beneath a heavy weight, a chubby orange cat appeared on the sofa—it was Daju, fast asleep.

He lay sprawled on his back, his furry belly rising and falling with each breath. His whiskers occasionally twitched contentedly, and now and then he mumbled, "Ayan, I love you."

Ren rubbed his brow but didn't wake the affectionate cat right away.

The power of his Sharingan was an all-purpose energy, and it could simulate Chakra as well.

With a familiar ninjutsu, all he had to do was glare, and it appeared as if on command.

It was just like clapping his hands with Senju Hashirama and calling out whatever he wanted.

But he had kept this ability well hidden. Not a single person knew about it.

The only drawback was that it consumed several times more of his Sharingan's power than performing ninjutsu normally.

"Daju, I'm hungry."

"Get up and make a midnight snack."

The familiar voice came out of nowhere, like a bucket of cold water dumped over him.

Daju's round body sprang upright on instinct.

His eyes, squeezed into slits, opened a crack. His feline gaze was hazy with the confusion of someone dragged against his will from a sweet dream.

He lifted a paw and rubbed his eyes. Once he made out his master's calm face,

he instinctively tilted his head to glance at the bright moon outside. The confusion in his eyes quickly turned to deep resentment.

Of course, he wouldn't dare complain aloud. At most, he could grumble to himself.

Daju stretched languidly like a cat, spreading every toe as wide as it would go, then reluctantly hopped off the sofa.

He waddled toward the kitchen, his tail dragging listlessly behind him and sweeping the floor now and then.

"Shadow Clone Technique!"

With a poof, two clones appeared, each dressed in a miniature Uchiha Clan outfit.

One clone rose onto its hind legs with practiced ease and gripped a spatula in its furry paws. The other hopped onto the counter to prepare the ingredients, while the original lay by the kitchen doorway and slowly drifted back to sleep.

Ren reclined comfortably on the sofa, listening to the sounds coming from the kitchen. He let his consciousness sink, arriving in the space belonging solely to his Sharingan.

He'd been busy all day, and that evening, while Mikoto was in an especially good mood, he'd finally reached a long-awaited "milestone." Only now did he have time to try his luck at a draw.

In the void of his consciousness, the solemn, ancient Cyan-White Stone Gate stood in silence.

He channeled his Sharingan's power into it with practiced ease. The intricate patterns carved into the gate lit up one after another, their faint glow swirling together.

At last, a crystal-clear bubble slowly formed at the heart of the light and floated before his eyes.

Suspended inside the bubble was an object—

Its design combined clear crystal with smooth marble. It was exquisitely crafted, small enough to fit in one hand, and looked both sacred and magnificent. Ren's eyes widened.

"Holy crap, I can actually draw this? What about Daigo?!"

"Never mind. It doesn't matter."

"Besides, when people get attacked by monsters, all they do is bow and apologize."

[Item: Spark Lens]

[Evaluation: A work of art that seems ordinary in most people's hands, but in the hands of a certain person, it will shine with a light capable of turning the tide of a desperate situation. Remember, love is a light.]

[Origin: Ultraman Tiga]

In the real world, Ren's eyes snapped open. Without the slightest hesitation, he willed the bubble into existence.

He reached out and grabbed the Spark Lens.

Its texture was strange: solid like metal, yet imbued with a warm, living pulse.

Its magnificent, sacred design shimmered with an indescribable Radiance beneath the lights.

Ren stroked the Spark Lens again and again. Its cool, smooth touch seemed to seep into his very being, and he couldn't bear to put it down.

Even his usually calm eyes now churned with barely contained excitement.

This was a childhood dream!

Ren's figure blurred. In the next instant, he appeared directly in the bedroom on the second floor.

A few quick thuds and clicks sounded.

He shut and locked every door and window at lightning speed, making sure no one could possibly spy on him.