Naruto, Uzumaki Menma, just wants to conquer the world

Christa leaned against the cold wall alone. Her figure looked so lonely and fragile under the light blocked by the shade of the trees. Her eyes were filled with deep sadness, as if the colors of the whole world had lost their luster at this moment.

Her hands hung limply at her sides, her fingers trembling slightly, her long hair fluttering gently in the breeze...

Her eyes inadvertently fell on the boy and girl who were leaning closely together in the distance.

Their smiles were so dazzling, as if they were silently mocking her...

She clenched her teeth, trying hard not to let the tears fall, but her eyes were already filled with crystal tears.

Her heart was filled with endless loss and despair, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment. She just leaned quietly against the wall, letting sadness and despair erode her soul.

Why......

Why......

Why......

She closed her eyes, her mind filled with the words Menma once said to her.

“You are very beautiful.”

"I like you very much."

"You are very useful to me."

However, now...

She didn't understand why Menma chose that girl (Allen). What made that girl better than herself?

Christa clenched her fists and looked determined, she was determined to prove her worth.

After brainwashing Alan, Menma felt the joy of success and believed that the future had been opened up and he could expand his power like a snowball.

However......

Today, Mikasa's father brought Mikasa to the Yeager family. This was like bad news for Menma, and it reminded him of the fear of being imprisoned by Mikasa.

In the living room, "I'm here to pick up Menma." Mikasa said to Karala solemnly.

Eren was in a tit-for-tat confrontation with Mikasa.

"It's Menma's freedom to go or stay. What does it have to do with you?"

"Menma is my family." Mikasa looked her straight in the eyes.

Mikasa's gaze without highlights was deep and intimidating, and Eren was a little scared.

Mikasa's father was apologizing to Mrs. Karala for Mikasa's rudeness.

And what about Menma?

He was hiding in his room like a coward, refusing to come out, thinking: What should I do? Should I run away?

However, he looked at his leg which had not yet healed from its injury and was reluctant to give up the legal status he had obtained with great difficulty.

Mikasa felt that she couldn't take Menma away, so she suggested that she stay.

"I can take care of Menma, and I can also help share the housework." Mikasa faced Mrs. Karala and bowed deeply, "Please let me stay."

The Yeagers are a wealthy family without any financial difficulties. At the same time, Alan's mother is usually warm and hospitable.

Seeing that the little girl in front of her was sincere, she naturally had no reason to refuse and readily agreed.

Just like that, Mikasa stayed there while her father kept apologizing to her.

In the afternoon, when Aunt Karala was about to go out, she untied her bib and shouted to them, "I have to go out for something, you..."

Mikasa spoke first: "Auntie, don't worry, I will take good care of Menma, and I will also keep an eye on Eren and not let her get into trouble."

Karala patted Mikasa's head with satisfaction.

Then she went out.

At this moment, in the room, Menma curled up in the quilt, shivering like a frightened kitten.

His heart beat as fast as a drum, and every beat seemed to remind him that the sickly girl was about to come.

The warmth in the quilt seemed unable to resist the fear in his heart. He hugged himself tightly, as if this could bring him a sense of security.

The sunlight outside came through the window, sprinkling on the quilt in patches. In the stuffy bed, Menma's face was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, and he didn't dare to imagine what terrible thing Mikasa would do to him.

He seemed to have heard her gentle but slightly crazy footsteps, getting closer and closer...

Menma's body was shaking uncontrollably.

He tried hard to suppress the fear in his heart, but the feeling of helplessness and despair surged into his heart like a tide.

Fortunately, even if Mikasa entered the room, Eren was there with her.

Eren stood in front of Mikasa.

However......

"Menma is my family. This has nothing to do with you." Mikasa said in an almost commanding tone: "Get out of my way, Eren."

This time, though, under Mikasa's pressure, Eren stood firm in protecting Menma.

However, Menma already felt a great sense of insecurity...

No, I have to run.

That night, Menma escaped, but this was a perfect opportunity for Mikasa, who was like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth. The sharp-eyed Mikasa chased after him.

The night was as dark as ink, and the moonlight shone through the treetops, sprinkling mottled light on the narrow path. Menma followed the girl named Christa...

He was filled with doubts, but also had an inexplicable sense of security, as if by following her, he could find a safe place to hide from Mikasa...

Christa's steps were light and firm, as if she already knew every inch of this dark land...

She had a mysterious smile on her face and a strange light in her eyes, a sick, twisted light, like a candle in the abyss, alluring and dangerous...

Menma didn't notice anything strange about Christa, he just knew that she was his only support in this place...

He trusted her and relied on her, just like relying on the faint moonlight to find direction in the darkness...

Finally, they arrived in front of an ancient villa...

Christa stopped and turned to look at the boy, the light in his eyes became even more blazing...

She gently pushed the door open, motioning for Menma to follow her inside…

Menma didn't think much, he stepped into the villa...

The door closed slowly behind him with a dull sound...

He looked back and found that the door was locked...

He was startled and turned to look at Christa, only to find that her smile had become twisted and weird...

"You, what's wrong with you?" the young man stuttered, feeling more and more uneasy. "I, I am your master, your boss."

Christa did not answer him, but walked slowly towards him, with a fanatical light in his eyes.

Her fingers gently slid across the boy's cheek, as if she was caressing a precious work of art.

"Do you know? I have been looking for you, looking for the person who can bring me peace of mind." Christa's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell.

Menma was shaking with fear at her words and actions.

He wanted to run away, but found that his legs had lost their strength.

He could only watch as Christa got closer and closer to him, the fear in his heart surging like a tide.

Christa's smile became more and more twisted, and her eyes were filled with morbid possessiveness and crazy desire.

She hugged Menma tightly, as if she wanted to merge him into her bones and blood.

"You are mine, and only mine!" she roared, her voice full of madness and despair.

Christa held the boy in his arms as if he were a rare treasure.

There was a gleam of satisfaction and happiness in her eyes, as if at this moment, she had finally found what she had been looking for.

However, for Menma, all this was like a nightmare.

353 Yandere Annie is willing to turn into a female giant to take Menma away

The yandere Mikasa, like a lost lone wolf, was searching for Menma on the dusk street. Her eyes were full of obsession and persistence, and her skirt swayed gently with her steps, like a ghost in the evening...

Her long hair was scattered on her shoulders, fluttering in the wind, looking a little messy, but also adding a bit of charm. Her face was thin and pale, as if it was the result of a long period of lack of sunlight, but her eyes were unusually bright, as if they could see into people's hearts...

The street lights on both sides of the street were dim and hazy, stretching Mikasa's figure long, as if a lonely shadow was looking for a home...

She walked through the shops, her eyes moving through the crowd, searching for that familiar figure...

Whenever she saw a back that looked like Menma, she would quickly walk forward, but would stop just before reaching him, because that was not the one in her mind...

Mikasa's mood became more and more anxious, and her pace became faster and faster...

She began to run on the street, as if only in this way could she vent her inner anxiety, her long hair fluttering in the wind, like a black butterfly dancing in the night sky...

Suddenly, she heard a familiar laugh, and the sound rang in her ears like the sound of nature...

She suddenly stopped and looked around, and finally saw Menma on a street corner. He was sitting on an outdoor seat in a cafe, chatting and laughing with a few friends...

Mikasa's heartbeat accelerated instantly, and she felt as if she was being pulled by an invisible force, walking towards the boy...

A sick smile appeared on her face, which was the deepest emotion in her heart...

She walked up to Menma and patted his shoulder gently...

Menma looked up and saw that it was Mikasa, with a surprised expression on his face...

Mikasa didn't say anything, she just looked at him with those obsessed eyes, as if she wanted to imprint him deeply into her heart...

Menma felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by her. He tried to avoid her gaze, but found that it was impossible...

Mikasa stared at him closely, as if she wanted to devour him...

Her fingers gently slid across the back of Menma's hand, and the cold feeling made Menma shiver involuntarily...

"You, why are you here?" Menma asked stutteringly.

Mikasa didn't answer, but just continued to look at him with those obsessed eyes.

The corners of her mouth curled up into a strange smile, as if to say: "I finally found you."

The boy was a little scared by her look. He wanted to get up and leave, but Mikasa grabbed his arm tightly.

She was incredibly strong, and he couldn't break free.

"Don't leave me." Mikasa's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from hell.

Menma was so frightened by her words that he trembled all over. He didn't know how to deal with this sick girl. He could only watch her and let her pull him into that dark world.

The night was as dark as ink. The moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, sprinkling mottled light on Menma's face. He suddenly opened his eyes, and his pupils reflected endless fear and confusion.

Menma was breathing heavily, as if he had just escaped from a bottomless nightmare. He subconsciously touched his forehead, where cold sweat was dripping, as if he had just experienced a thrilling life-and-death battle.

Menma tried to sit up, but found his wrists bound tightly by cold chains.

He looked down and saw two thick iron chains passing through the bed, locking his hands tightly. The other end of the chain was deeply embedded in the wall, as if to imprison him on this bed forever.

An inexplicable fear surged in Menma's heart.

He tried hard to recall what had happened before, but found that his mind was in a mess.

He only remembered that he escaped from Yeager's house, and then...

Could it be that all this is a dream?

However, the pain in my wrist is so real.

Menma struggled to free himself from the chains, but found that the chains seemed to have life, tightly wrapped around his wrists, making it impossible for him to move.

Just then, a soft sound of footsteps came from outside the door.

Menma's heart tightened, he looked up and saw a blonde girl in a white dress slowly walking into the room.

There was a strange smile on her face and a fanatical light in her eyes.

"You're awake, Lord Menma." Christa walked to the bed and said softly.

Her voice was sweet and gentle, yet it contained a chilling chill.