[Naruto·Itachi BG] Reverse Black and White II

After listening to Feng Lan's description, Itachi fell into a long silence and deep thought.

He guessed that at the moment when the seal of "Xunsi" was opened, some kind of sleeping power attached to it was also activated, thus dumping the memory of someone who once lived in this house into Feng Lan's mind. Let her see some of the things that happened in the ancient house from a first-hand perspective.

Seeing Weasel's silence, Feng Lan pursed her lips and said, "I think that the memory that just flooded into my mind should be from the early days of the accident in this house. According to the scene I saw in my dream, it seems that The whole incident has something to do with the doll master's father; the "sister" was the one who got into trouble first, and as for the little boy, it looked like he should have escaped. Ah, of course we can't rule out the possibility that he ran back after going out, or that he was caught up and killed again after escaping. "

Itachi agreed, but what happened to that family didn't interest him very much. The memories of the past can indeed provide them with certain clues to solve the problem; but what he is more concerned about is why, among all the people who tore the seal, only Feng Lan saw the image of the past?

"Kanichi" was torn apart by Kisame, "Kunji" was Scorpion, "Zhensan" was himself, and "Tatsumi Si" was Fenglan. Is it because the seal has been lifted halfway, causing some kind of force to take advantage of the loosening of the seal to cause mischief? Or is it just because this seal was affixed to the younger brother's exit from the ancient house, retaining his last memory of "home", and his emotional obsession is particularly deep; Or, as long as it is a seal handled by Feng Lan, there will be abnormalities?

...Of all possibilities, he must prepare for the worst outcome in advance.

Itachi secretly made a plan in his heart, and his mind gradually calmed down. But when he came back to his senses, he discovered something was wrong: Feng Lan, who was always lively and talkative, seemed to have not spoken for a long time.

He glanced slightly sideways at Feng Lan, who was sitting on the same side as him, and found that she was stunned, her eyes dull and lifeless, staring straight at a slightly larger mold spot on the tatami. Her mouth was tightly pressed into a straight line, and her face was as pale as if she had lost blood. Feng Lan almost curled up into a small ball, crossing her arms with her hands, protecting herself in her arms while she was trembling unconsciously.

This is the most instinctive and powerless self-protection of a wounded little beast.

Itachi felt as if his heart had been stabbed by a steel needle secretly attacking, and it was densely aching.

As a master of illusion, he is very aware of the sequelae of mental attacks. After all, it was a foreign memory. The mental impact Feng Lan received from such immersive empathy was probably no less than a monthly reading, even if the original owner had no ill intentions towards her.

Almost without thinking, Itachi took off his cloak and put it on Feng Lan's body. The broad Xiao robe covered her whole body from under her shoulders to her ankles. She was so petite and small that it seemed that she could be completely encircled in his arms with a casual hug.

Feng Lan was startled by the sudden warmth all over her body. After a moment, she slowly turned her head and looked to her side. What she met was Itachi's always calm eyes. His hands were resting on her shoulders, and a steady stream of warmth spread from his chest, which was half leaning on her back, to her body, instantly calming her nervousness and coldness. She suddenly felt that her nose was a little sore, like a child who had been wronged but was still proud and did not bow down. After being criticized by a thousand people, she suddenly received a proper word of comfort, and all her strength collapsed in an instant.

"Cold..." She sniffed, with pitiful red eyes like a little puppy, looking at Itachi from bottom to top, stretched out her hands to tighten the robe around her body, and said Nunuo, "I want Nissan to give me a hug... …”

Itachi: "..."

Such an intimate and natural request seems so boundless and distant after years of military service. It was so far away that Itachi suddenly heard the familiar words and tone, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond and became at a loss.

He couldn't help but ask himself doubtfully: When Feng Lan acted like a baby to him when he was a child, what did he do?

Itachi tried hard to remember, and with the memory he still had, his hands slipped from Feng Lan's shoulders, then slightly stretched forward and then closed, holding her weakly in his arms.

But Feng Lan pursed her lips in displeasure, puffed up her cheeks, blew a few puffs of air, and spit out a saliva bubble. Such childish and willful behavior was obviously to vent her dissatisfaction. . She whispered: "Hold tight..."

Itachi: "..."

The needle that had just been pierced into his heart instantly turned into the soft thorns of a rose, lingering and rolling in his arms, and the blood was covered with the rich fragrance of the rose. He involuntarily tightened his arms and hugged her intimately from behind.

Feng Lan wisely found a comfortable position in his arms, and rubbed restlessly a few times before she calmed down.

When they rubbed their ears together, the orange blossoms that Feng Lan originally carried on her body burst out with a more passionate and romantic lively atmosphere under the catalysis of this atmosphere, making Itachi's breathing suddenly become rapid and hot. He saw his breath brushing against the barely visible hairs on the tip of her ears, trembling slightly. I saw how pitiful and weak she was, like a piece of cornflower that was about to bloom, shyly. Swaying in the wind, clustered in his heart.

He closed his eyes, as if thinking about how to remove them gently and pitifully, but he soon discovered that the speed at which he removed them could not match the speed at which the flowers and plants spread, so he had no choice but to stop struggling and just let nature take its course and let it take its course. The roots in my heart are growing wildly.

Feng Lan snuggled into Weasel's arms, feeling Weasel's warm body temperature, feeling relieved, and soon fell asleep.

Fortunately, she still had some sense of crisis. After the sequelae of the memory intrusion were eliminated, she quickly returned to her previous caution and meticulousness. She tilted her head slightly and raised her head and said to Itachi: "... What I find even more strange is that the "Shadow Miko" statue was obviously taken away by the little boy when he left here. How could it be reported later that he had a secret crush on the miko? The cursed story of a fruitful boy? Unless, the statue I saw in my memory is not the same "Shadow Miko" statue as the one we have in our hands now? "

But she quickly overturned her guess and muttered: "No, in my impression, this statue is exactly the same, and based on the information we know so far, there are no clues that there are two shrine maiden statues." Then He gently touched Itachi's abdomen with his elbow and said, "Brother, can you show me the statue of the "Shadow Miko"? I want to compare it with what I had in my dream. "She remembered that during the exchange of information just now, the "Shadow Miko" statue was finally passed to Itachi, so she was in no hurry to get it back.

Itachi moved his fingers, looked down at her bright eyes again, and said calmly: "No, the situation just now was too complicated, I don't know where it went..."

"How could it be?" Feng Lan asked in surprise, her eyes widening in disbelief. How could Itachi lose such a key prop just by saying it was lost?

Just as she was complaining in her heart, she felt that the arm held by Weasel's side was hit by something hard and uncomfortable. So she subconsciously struggled and pulled her arm out of his arms. The range of her movements was a bit large. As soon as she raised her hand and moved her sleeves, something slipped from her wide sleeves. There was a muffled "thunk" sound, which was particularly eye-catching in the silent room. For the first time, both Itachi and Feng Lan saw clearly what she had left behind.

Itachi's eyes flickered, and he subconsciously reached for his ninja bag. As he expected, the inner layer of his ninja bag was empty.

Feng Lan was immediately overjoyed. He reached out and picked up the "Shadow Miko" statue and smiled at Itachi: "Ah, it turns out it's on me! It seems that I misremembered it. I thought my brother was holding it for me! Haha, haha. …”

The lingering sound of Itachi's words just now lingered, and Feng Lan couldn't stop laughing no matter how much she pretended to be dumbfounded.

She stopped smiling, pursed her lips and said seriously: "...Brother, was this witch statue hidden by you before?"

"Now that you have seen it, you should understand my intention." Itachi did not hide it anymore. He stretched out his hand and covered Feng Lan's hand on the statue of the shrine maiden, blocking Feng Lan's sight of the wooden sculpture and preventing her from seeing the wood clearly. After seeing the appearance of the statue, he said calmly, "This wooden sculpture is entangled with you. I can't see you in danger and remain indifferent."

Feng Lan was well aware of Itachi's good intentions. But she had the kind of stubborn temper that would make her more courageous when faced with difficulties, and she didn't want Itachi to block everything for her. She opened her mouth, and just as she was about to say something, she was interrupted by the sound of a rude door opening, and A Fei's whirring voice came over, and she heard it before she saw him:

"Fenglan-chan, Fenglan-chan!!!"

Then he got stuck. Because when he poked his head in, he saw Itachi and Feng Lan sitting hugging each other. Itachi was holding Feng Lan from behind in a protective posture, with one hand around her waist and the other around her shoulder. On her chest, Feng Lan's fingers were intertwined. Feng Lan, on the other hand, leaned in his arms leisurely, tilting her head and not knowing what she was saying to Itachi. The admiration in her eyes could not be hidden.

In A Fei's eyes, the two of them were making love to each other regardless of the occasion, and the atmosphere was so ambiguous and beautiful.

Obito was caught off guard and stuffed with a mouthful of dog food: "???"

What are you doing secretly and secretly? ! ! ! Why did Itachi even take off his clothes? !