[Naruto·Itachi BG] Reverse Black and White II

Itachi, Feng Lan and Kisame went together to the east of the mansion. After arriving at the predetermined place, Feng Lan and Itachi stayed respectively, while Kisame continued to move northeast.

As soon as Itachi entered the room in the east, he saw a seal posted on the wall to the right of the entrance, and the end of the pen was the "Zhen" hexagram.

He did not move forward, but retreated from the house, and whispered to Feng Lan, who was lingering at the door of his house but had not yet entered, "Zhen San, found it." "

The house Feng Lan was responsible for searching was located diagonally across from Itachi, facing each other through the door. There was a small courtyard at the corner of the two houses. Looking around, he saw a patch of withered maples, tall wild pines, windy bamboos, and snow. Indestructible.

"Eh?" After hearing this, Feng Lan turned around in shock and asked him, "So fast?!"

Itachi nodded, then raised his chin, indicating to Feng Lan to look at it himself: "It's on the east wall."

Feng Lan walked past Itachi and entered the house. He saw the seal that Itachi had discovered at a glance. He walked over quickly, took a closer look, and tore it off with his hands. As expected, he couldn't tear it off.

But Feng Lan didn't feel disappointed. Instead, she felt excited about answering the test questions. So she immediately ran out of the house, returned to the verandah, and announced loudly and happily: "Zhensan has been found, Zhensan has been found!" But it can’t be torn off! ! "Her voice was full of energy and high-pitched, causing the fine snow on the eaves to scatter, making it difficult for people not to want to hear about her.

At that time, Kisame had just arrived at the other end of the corridor, and was about to open the door, enter the small hall, and return to the fireplace. When he heard Feng Lan shouting, he couldn't help but stop moving his hands, turned his head, and twitched the corner of his mouth, unable to stop complaining. : "You found it now? Itachi-san was too quick..."

Behind Kisame and on the other side of the passage, Fei also opened the door after hearing the news and stuck his head out to look around to make sure that he was not hallucinating. He immediately turned back and shouted into the room: "Deidara-senpai, they found it, they found it! We have found it!" We must also speed up and not lose to them!”

"Who wants to compete with them?!!!" Deidara's voice came muffled from the room, with a slightly empty echo and extremely impatient irritability, roaring, "A Fei, what are you still dawdling about? ? Come here and help. Hmm. If we don’t hurry up, Uchiha will always be ahead! Hmm.”

Feng Lan: "..."

Who is the person who said in the previous sentence that there is no comparison? And what can be compared to this kind of thing? Childish ghost, elementary school chicken!

Feng Lan ignored A Fei's side and continued shouting through the loudspeaker toward the southwest: "Xie Dan, do you have any clues about Kun Er?" "

After a few seconds, Xie's figure slowly appeared in the corridor, holding the belt abandoned by Feng Lan in his hand. Although his movements were leisurely, his tone was extremely bad: "I'm looking, I'm looking. Do you think everyone is as lucky as you Uchiha?" After saying that, he entered the room again without looking back.

Feng Lan: "..."

She suspected that their big Uchiha was being targeted, and the evidence was conclusive.

Seeing that he had reported the progress to everyone, Feng Lan didn't delay any longer, turned to Itachi and said, "Brother, I'm going to find "Xunsi Four" right now. You can check that room again to see if there are any clues. Especially text, you should pay special attention to it. "

Itachi did not agree immediately, but said to Feng Lan: "I'd better go with you to find "Tatsuda Four". "His eyes are deep and rippling under the reflection of the snow, like a pool of extremely quiet and gloomy autumn water. Just one glance can make people drown willingly.

Feng Lan felt her heart pounding, almost breathless, and her cheeks were stained with red. However, she always looked very good, rosy and fair, so it was not very noticeable.

"No, no need. Haha..." When things came to a close, Feng Lan got cold feet and pushed away this easy opportunity to be alone with Itachi. She could only laugh and laugh, "It doesn't look like this seal is very good." It looks like it’s hard to find, so it shouldn’t take much effort. Nissan, you’d better check if there are any missing clues in your room. Anyway, we are close, so I can just call you if I need anything.”

Itachi heard that what Feng Lan said made sense, so he agreed to Feng Lan's proposal. The two split up again.

Feng Lan seemed to agree with her, but as soon as he turned around, he immediately regretted it and burst into tears and beat his chest: Uchiha Feng Lan, you courageous coward! !

……

Itachi searched the room alone. From the furnishings and leftover objects in the room, it could be seen that this room probably belonged to a little boy, who was probably the owner of the diary.

The little boy seems to like handicrafts very much. He has a set of carving knives neatly stored in the cabinet, with a full range of types, large and small, angled and flat. Time flies, and many iron knife edges have developed sporadic rust spots. It has not been maintained for many years, but there is only a little rust, which shows that the quality of the carving knife is quite good. There is also a dedicated display cabinet in the room for displaying the owner's works. Due to his age, the author's skills are not yet very proficient. He only carves small animals, and his knife skills are very immature and rough. Despite this, the sculptures are full of charm and will surely become great works given time.

Otherwise, the contents of this room are lackluster. Itachi looked back and forth several times, but couldn't find any valuable hints. Itachi felt a little discouraged for a moment, but then he was a little surprised. After all, such emotions had not appeared in him for a long time.

He let out a long breath and sat down on the shabby brocade cushion with exposed cotton on the tatami, silently lost in thought.

There is no light source in the room, only the wall near the corridor is built with a row of paper barriers. The faint snow light shines into the room, and the light and shadow are illusory, creating a dark and ambiguous atmosphere. The "Shadow Miko" in her sleeves seemed to roll down inexplicably, and somersaulted several times on the mildew-stained tatami before stopping due to resistance. The ancient abstract statue lay quietly on the ground, as if it were one of the countless wooden sculptures, without feeling out of place at all.

Itachi picked up the wooden sculpture casually, hesitated again and again, and finally glanced at its face again. However, the luck he had dreamed of did not come. The witch statue still smiled as sweetly as he had seen it last time, and the corners of its eyes and brows revealed the romance he was most familiar with.

Why, why does this "form-controlling witch" have the appearance of Feng Lan? Could it be that Feng Lan was really going to be used as a living sacrifice as he and Xie had speculated before?

He bit his lip as if to vent his anger, and held the wooden sculpture tightly, his arms shaking slightly from the excessive force, as if he wanted to crush it. The pain between his teeth and the smell of rust in his mouth did not calm him down. Instead, they aroused the anger and ferocity that he had restrained for a long time, making him have to spend more energy to suppress and control.

Feng Lan must not be allowed to touch this statue again!

For a moment, Itachi felt a kind of fatigue and confusion that went deep into his bones, and his chest was so tight that he couldn't breathe. He hid the miko statue deep in his ninja tool bag. Thinking that he had almost searched the house, he got up and went out to take a breath.

Outside the house, it started to snow again at some point.

Itachi stood alone on the eaves of the corridor, and the cool breeze mixed with ice shavings blew on his face. It hurt slightly, but it was so cool and refreshing, making his complicated and knotted thoughts unfold one by one, and then turned into Smoke and clouds disappear with the wind.

Itachi looked at the vast snowy sky, feeling that the spiritual platform was clear and clear, and his heart felt quiet and clear.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the graupel snow is flying like light catkins, and the mist is floating, like a white butterfly spreading its wings in the sky, occasionally stopping on the dead branches and treetops, and clustering pure white pear blossoms, which are beautiful and delicate. , The spirit and bones are beautiful, and they are not among the best.

The broken jade has a hidden fragrance, but the clear snow has no fragrance.

Such a peaceful and comfortable scene always brought back his long-lasting memories.

There is little snow in the Land of Fire, and the leaves of Konoha are very thin. The few snowfalls in the coldest month of the year only barely cover the calf, and are washed away when the cold rain comes. The snow in the dangerous peaks of the jungle outside the village is thick, but in the harsh climate, no adults would let their naughty children go out in the wild.

Things are rare and valuable, so every winter, Feng Lan looks forward to the snow. As soon as she sees the snow falling in the sky, she rushes out immediately and shouts with excitement: "Brother, it's snowing." , It’s snowing!!!” The impatient look was like a golden retriever that had broken free from its collar and was running wild all over the yard. Being led by her, Sasuke couldn't help but play in the snow together, and he forgot about everything he was doing.

This gave Itachi, who was just a child at the time, a headache. When he couldn't handle it anymore, he pulled Shisui along to see the child. Seeing the two little brats having fun, Shisui's childlike innocence was aroused. Instead of helping Itachi restrain the two, he took a few children to play snowball fights, and even divided the attacking and defending teams into actual combat exercises, seizing land and fighting for the flag. . When she was tired of playing, Feng Lan lay carelessly on her back on the snow, paddling her hands and feet in an exaggerated way, and printed a row of "snow angels" holding hands in the snow. Every act was done by Mom, but Feng Lan just didn't take it seriously, and even knowingly committed the crime, relying on her favor to be arrogant and daring.

Sasuke found it interesting and followed suit. He hid in the snow twice and started coughing the next day. However, Feng Lan, the culprit, acted like a normal person. He threw away his scarf and gloves and plunged into the snowdrift. She has been in good health since she was a child. Even in winter, she is like a small stove. She is very cold-resistant and has no fear of getting sick.

On the eve of giving birth, Feng Lan's mother received the bad news that her son and husband had died in battle. The shock was so severe that the fetal air was moved, causing dystocia. It was at the height of the Third Ninja War and medical resources were in short supply. Feng Lan's mother died of exhaustion after staying up all day and night to give birth to Feng Lan. As for Feng Lan, she was breathless when she was born because she had been held in the birth canal for too long. My father was still grieving at that time, secretly feeling sad and blaming himself for not even retaining the last of Uncle Fuyi’s flesh and blood. Unexpectedly, this girl was so desperate that she miraculously survived after being hugged by Fugaku. She cried so loudly that she almost broke the ceiling of the hospital.

Fugaku and Mikoto originally thought that even if they saved their lives, Feng Lan would be a difficult child to support, frail and sick, and would not live forever. Who expected that Feng Lan would be healthier and livelier than all other children of the same age, and also thick-skinned and resistant to beatings. Compared with the situation when she was born, it is quite gratifying. As long as she can grow up safely, there is nothing else to ask for.

He vaguely remembered that Aunt Kushina of the Yondaime family also liked Feng Lan very much, and even competed with his mother to raise her, saying that she would do her best for the child. At that time, he was ignorant and heard about this, so he hugged Feng Lan tightly and refused to let go. When he saw Kushina coming to his house, he hid far away, and his eagerness to protect the calf was visible to the naked eye: His Feng Lan, No one can take it away!

Later, Aunt Kushina also had a child of her own, and she had less time to talk to Mikoto, and the "custody war" surrounding Feng Lan came to an end. Although Little Itachi didn't show his "big victory" on his face, he was still very proud in his heart: If he hadn't watched closely, Feng Lan would have been snatched away by the Yondaime family.

Now that I think about it, I feel like I was in hindsight. Aunt Kushina just said casually that with Tomiyoshi and Yan's love for orphans and the Uchiha clan, Feng Lan said that it was impossible to be raised by others. It's just that the adults thought he was serious and wanted to amuse him to relieve his boredom.

He suddenly felt homesick, thinking that they had walked hand in hand through the fields of Makino, soaked in wind smoke and morning glow for a long time, and filled with the aroma of someone's steamed rice in the air; the sound of frogs chirping by the pond, high and low in harmony from near and far. ; The ants lined up and took turns to carry the broken leaves into the hole for storage. Every bit is full of wild interest, and there are always fireworks and tenderness in the world.

Sasuke would follow him obediently, following his steps step by step; but Feng Lan would let go of his hand from time to time, jumping up and down, shaking his head, singing children's songs and running back and forth in circles, as if he had endless uses. energy. Every time she encountered a puddle, she would always step on it, and she would not give up until Sasuke was covered in mud and furious. Or at a corner, he would meet Shisui unexpectedly. Looking at himself taking care of the family, he would always smile and joke: "Hey, little Itachi, you are taking care of the child again? You have worked hard, you are really a good wife and good friend." Mother!" He couldn't help but throw out two shurikens with his backhand. Zhisui didn't fight back, he just ran away with his head in his arms, but his mouth was not forgiving, and he still smiled twitchingly: "That's right, that's right, he is a good husband and a good father..."

……

Those carefree days are gone forever. Following the scales and half claws, going back to the end of time, I only heard a cheerful nursery rhyme, carried intermittently by the evening breeze:

“Have you expected all the clouds that day?

So the steps are light

so as not to disturb

our time

Because it is destined to be so little

The wind blows the white clouds

where have you been

while missing you

Oh, look up and smile

Do you know..." [Note]

As children, they didn't know how to hate separation, talked lightly about life and death, and liked to talk big words, but they didn't want fate to be always watching from the sidelines, and they would be on the road they must pass every step of the way in the future, making all the jokes that were spoken and unintentional come true at the right time and in the right place.

"Creak" The soft sound of the door opening brought Itachi back to his thoughts. He turned his head and saw Feng Lan Shi Shiran walking out of the room next door with a calm expression. She was surprised to see Itachi looking at her in the corridor.

At this time, the fog cleared and the white moonlight broke through the clouds, suddenly illuminating the secluded ancient house. Feng Lan stood in the clear light, with white skin and radiant eyes, as if she were a fairy or an elf from another world. The wind and snow were blowing outside the corridor, but it could not disturb the tranquility of this moment.

Itachi slowly narrowed his eyes.

The years have erased youthful frivolity and annihilated passionate impulses, but have allowed some once-ignored emotions to gradually settle and grow in the harshness of the world. The overflowing emotions took root and sprouted in the gaps of time, and gradually grew into lush trees and trees, but in the end they could only crawl in the darkness and not see the sunlight, otherwise they would only have the fate of being wiped out.

The girl opposite didn't seem to feel his struggle and resistance. After the initial loss of concentration, she smiled sweetly, her eyebrows curved, and she said in a great mood:

"Brother, it's snowing..."