[Naruto·Itachi BG] Reverse Black and White II

Itachi nodded heavily, waking up from his nap. He was a little surprised that he was so lax that he actually fell asleep outside. This was a fantasy for him who was known for his vigilance. He stood up straight from the big tree he was leaning against, wanting to pinch his brows to relieve his fatigue. But as soon as he reached out, he touched the ANBU mask on his face.

Memories suddenly emerged.

Today, Shisui is going to use the other gods on his father and several senior officials at the clan meeting to change their minds about the coup. In order to prevent other people in the clan from suspecting that Itachi was responsible, Shisui asked Itachi not to attend the meeting to avoid suspicion, and to wait for news about him in the woods.

He waited for most of the night, but never got a reply. Then, he dozed off unconsciously.

The whole story was like this, but Itachi felt like he had forgotten something important?

While he was frowning and thinking, a crow's cry in the sky attracted his attention, and a few black feathers slowly fell in front of his eyes. An ominous premonition filled his heart, and he instantly followed the crow.

...Why does it seem like he has experienced such a plot before?

Before Itachi could think about it, he had already followed the crow to a high mountain on the edge of Konoha and upstream of the Nanga River. Dangerous peaks surround the clouds, the moon reaches people, the sky is endless, and the mountain tops and cliffs are like no man's land where no one has ever set foot.

The mist shrouded a figure standing on the edge of the cliff, facing the deep stream and facing away from him. Itachi paused slightly, then walked slowly toward the cliff through the lingering mist, while tentatively asking: "...Shisui?"

Why? It was obviously the back appearance in his memory, but why did he feel that they hadn't seen each other for a long time?

"Itachi..." The figure over there replied to him, a familiar voice echoing in the valley, with a quiet chill.

Instinctively feeling some rejection and hostility, Itachi stopped approaching.

"Itachi, why..." Shisui continued, with a hint of questioning in his tone.

He turned around, his body covered in scars and blood, two lines of blood and tears gushing out from his dark eyes, and his whole body was dripping wet, as if he had just been fished out of the water. His pale face was full of ferocity, and he roared at Itachi: "Why didn't you protect the Uchiha clan?!"

Itachi's eyes widened, his mind going blank. At some point, the Anbu uniform on his body turned into Akatsuki's red cloud and black cloak, and a sharp crack penetrated the Konoha forehead protector on his head. Hot memories came flooding back like a flood, burning and stinging his brain nerves. Pictures filled with blood and sin were reviewed in his mind at dozens of times the playback speed, whipping and torturing him again. A numb heart.

Thick sweat broke out on his forehead. After that night, he felt the feeling of despair again.

"...Why? Why!" Shisui on the opposite side continued to question, dragging his twisted and broken legs and approaching him crookedly.

Itachi opened his mouth, wanting to say something but no sound came out.

But what could he say? What could he say? Everything is fact, all explanations are quibbles, and all lies are excuses. In front of this mentor and best friend who died young, he was as transparent as glass in the sun, and not a single flaw could be hidden.

He did not have the courage to face this old friend.

Knowing what he did, Shisui should be disappointed and resentful towards him, right? That's why his resentful spirit came back from that world to look for him, the trustworthy entrustee?

So, facing Shisui's ghost approaching step by step, he could only escape and retreat without any plan.

There was a soft "click" sound, which was the sound of gravel being stepped on by him. Itachi didn't know when he had exchanged places with Shisui, and now he was the one standing on the edge of the cliff. If he takes another step back, he will fall to pieces, just like Shisui back then.

"Ha," Shisui, who was right in front of him, suddenly laughed. He pinched Itachi's shoulders with his withered fingers, leaned close to his ear, and said coldly, "...so, it was a mistake to entrust everything to you at that time. ...I am the one who survives." The cold wind swept across Itachi's cheeks, and he could clearly smell the smell of blood and putrefaction on Shisui's body.

Itachi felt an unprecedented danger, but he was unable to move as if a immobilization spell had been cast on him. Or maybe he just doesn't want to resist this person?

Before he could figure it out, Zhisui said softly and cruelly: "Now, let me correct this mistake..."

Shisui's movements were so fast that no one could react. Itachi felt his eyes hurt, and everything he could see was dark blood. Someone pushed hard on his chest, and he subconsciously stepped back, then stepped away.

The feeling of weightlessness hit him instantly, and after a moment of panic, Itachi felt extremely relaxed and relieved. He decisively gave up on saving himself, and slowly closed his empty eyes in sorrow and regret...

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It was just a momentary daze, and the feeling of being down to earth came steadily. Itachi half-knelt on the ground, the scene in front of him switching back and forth between blurry and clear, like the hazy feeling when you wake up from a big dream.

He shook his head to wake himself up, and what came into view was the moldy tatami floor. He looked around again and found that the cliffs and mountains had disappeared. He was in an old Japanese-style room, and the style was exactly the same as the previous ancient house.

There is no problem with his eyesight, and he has never left this haunted house. So what just happened was all an illusion?

I didn't expect that he, who was good at illusions, would be so embarrassed by illusions. What an irony!

However, it's not entirely an illusion...

He looked at the pale ghost figure dripping water on the other side of the Japanese room, and his heart felt as heavy as lead water.

Sure enough, only Shisui could trap himself with illusions. Does he really want his own life? But why did it stop at the last minute?

Just when he was puzzled, he heard a hearty and relaxed chuckle coming from beside him.

"It was really, really dangerous just now...just a little bit close."

This sound made Itachi's whole body tremble. He couldn't help but follow the sound and his eyes widened in disbelief.

The Shisui next to him was exactly the same as in his memory. He was the most high-spirited person in the past, with piercing eyes and energetic expression. He was very different from the helpless and helpless person he was before falling off the cliff, except that his figure was a little shaky. He just stood behind him, silent and majestic as a mountain.

As if he noticed Itachi looking at him, Shisui turned his gaze and greeted him with a smile: "Long time no see, little Itachi."

He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to pull up the little ferret from the ground who accidentally fell down during training, as he did in the past. But his hand passed straight through Itachi's outstretched palm, like a passing smoke, leaving no trace.

Zhisui was a little annoyed and frustrated. He looked down at his translucent body, took back his hand and touched the curly hair on the back of his head. He forced a smile and said apologetically: "Sorry, I forgot that I no longer have a physical body."

At this moment, Itachi's eyes were slightly bitter. His voice trembled, and he tentatively called out: "...Shisui?"

The person opposite laughed and responded generously: "Yes, it's me. Uchiha Shisui." He put one hand on his hips and gestured to himself with his thumb on the other, winked mischievously, and said brightly, "It's true. "

"That one over there," he pointed at the ferocious ghost hiding in the shadows at the other end, and simply said in disgust, "it's fake."