[Naruto·Itachi BG] Reverse Black and White II

Feng Lan was huddled on the old tatami floor. Her hands and feet were covered with deep and shallow cuts. Some of the wounds had already condensed blood, while others were still bleeding. The muscle tissue was cut open by the knife, and the pain from the trauma prevented her from standing up. She could only lie on the ground, with her mouth slightly open, like a fish on the verge of death out of water, breathing heavily and slowly.

The fishy smell of blood mixed with the musty smell of decaying rushes, forming a nauseating smell that almost choked her.

She was rarely injured, and the few serious injuries she suffered were all internal injuries caused by ninjutsu; or the resonance with the body after being injured by blood escape. It had never been true that he had been chopped down with a real sword or a real gun.

Therefore, it was not until this moment that she truly felt how painful the knife wound was.

So, when she used a knife to cut open the carotid arteries of her parents, did they feel the same pain?

No, the pain of sword-to-sword confrontation with a child who is treated as one of his own is indescribable, right? …

Excessive blood loss took away her physical strength, and her body temperature also dropped sharply. She felt cold, her vision gradually became blurred, and her thinking gradually became slow and confused.

The propagation of sound was infinitely amplified in the solid body. Close to the ground, she could clearly hear all kinds of weird sounds that she had never heard before: the howling wind rushed past outside the house, rubbing against the cracks in the wooden boards and leaking into the room through the corridor, and the vibrations formed a loud sound. A low, howl-like whimper that makes people feel panicked; there is also the vague sound of the wood growing and contracting as the house heats up and contracts, and occasionally there are one or two mischievous "sudden" sounds, which give people a sense of enlightenment; and , there was the sound of someone running hurriedly down the aisle.

The chaotic sounds outside contrasted with the unprecedented calm inside her, as if it was a confused dark and sweet dream.

She felt the icy chill coming from under the tatami, which made her feel like she was lying on an ice lake and a sea of ​​ice.

Is it snowing outside? But she clearly remembered that when it was not yet snowing on Konoha, the leaves were stained with wind and frost, losing their green color, leaving them red and golden, and the forest was full of colors. She completed her last sparring match with Itachi in the depths of autumn shadow, and learned that he was going to perform the last mission for Konoha ninja tonight. She confessed to her blood escape at the ninja school. Then he hurried over to the Uchiha clan. Then, then...

... Fugaku and Mikoto stood up from the pool of blood, dragging their stiff limbs with knives to chop at her. Guilt gnawed at her reason, guilt condemned her conscience, and the shuddering feeling of the blade slicing her neck was still there. Feng Lan could not attack her parents again no matter what, so she could only avoid them awkwardly and clumsily. Just like when she was a child, she was naughty and committed all kinds of evil, and Fugaku's father was so angry that he wanted to whip her with a belt.

Only this time, every time the parents' hands rose and fell, a speckled mist of blood rose up.

That's her blood.

Gradually, Feng Lan's hiding space became smaller and smaller, and her serious injuries made her movements slower and slower. She was finally forced into this corner and fell to the ground without any strength. As if in a dream, she saw Fugaku and Mikoto walking towards her step by step. Probably the sequelae of excessive blood loss and exhaustion, her vision also had double images. When she looked at people, she always felt that they were covered in a layer of black air.

But Feng Lan no longer had the energy to think too much.

The figures close at hand both raised their knives.

fair enough.

She thought, at least in this way, she would pay back the life she owed...

Feng Lan closed her eyes calmly, letting tears fall from the corners of her eyes.

In my ears, the sound of running is as heavy as a drum, as if it is attached to the ear and struck.

"Feng Lan!——"

Itachi's voice suddenly exploded in his ears, like thunder. Feng Lan's eyes suddenly opened wide, and a scorching wave of heat hit her face. Before she could recover, she felt a lightness on her body, and she fell into a generous embrace.

Itachi hugged Feng Lan, who was already unconscious, and retreated quickly. Amaterasu's black flames burned the false images of Fugaku and Mikoto mercilessly. The resentment caused clumps of fluffy black smoke to rise under the high temperature, and then became Amaterasu's fuel again, causing the black flames to become more intense, and the fire was raging and endless.

Itachi looked at the familiar figure in Amaterasu that he had not seen for a long time. His already uneasy heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and deep anger surged in his dark red eyes.

Mom and dad? …

He guessed that Feng Lan's "inner demon" should be related to that night, but he never thought that it would show up in this way. If her parents who were killed by her own hands suddenly appeared and attacked her, there is no doubt that Feng Lan would be unable to fight back driven by self-blame and guilt.

He endured the layers of pain in his heart, dragged the back of Feng Lan's head in his arms, gently shook her body, and whispered: "Feng Lan, Feng Lan, wake up! Get up..."

Itachi's voice gradually recalled Feng Lan's consciousness. She slowly woke up and opened her eyes to see Itachi crying with blood. She subconsciously raised her hand, as if to wipe away the tears on his face, and murmured: "...Nissan, why are you crying?..."

"..."

Itachi didn't answer, but silently held Feng Lan's extended hand.

Feng Lan held Itachi's hand in vain, her eyes were empty and out of focus, obviously she hadn't fully recovered from the influence of her resentment, and she muttered unconsciously: "...Nissan, I just met my parents. …”

"Well, I know..." Itachi replied absently, his eyes lowered slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Feng Lan opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out. After hesitating for a long time, she said in a hoarse voice: "...They...want to take me away..." She raised the corners of her mouth sadly, as if she wanted to smile casually, but ended up whimpering. stand up.

Itachi's lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he remained silent, only closing his arms and hugging Feng Lan tighter.

The permeating evil spirit was dispersed by Amaterasu's flames, and the illusion of Uchiha's old house gradually faded away, and the surrounding scene returned to its original appearance. As Itachi expected, they were still in the ancient mansion. This is a room they have never been to before. It is much larger than the room of the siblings they searched before. It should be the master room where the "Kunji" seal was previously located. He was facing a shoji door, which led to another small courtyard of the house. But at this time, the moon was dark and the stars were sinking, and the snow was light and cold. The freehand image of the dancing tree shadows in the hospital was shown on the shoji screen, and there was an inexplicable and empty feeling. The miasma caused strange changes in the spatial position, confusing people's perception of direction. If his memory was correct, he should have come from there just now, but he didn't have much impression of the small courtyard.

The traditional Japanese bamboo curtain hangs down to the ground on Itachi's right side, dividing a more independent and private space in the house. Judging from the layout of the room, it is roughly where the bedding is. Under the dim light, Itachi's sight was completely blocked by the dense bamboo curtain. He could not see the scene on the other side at all. He could only see the discolored dried blood seeping out from the bottom of the bamboo curtain and covering the tatami. On the wall to his left hung a carefully framed piece of calligraphy, which was also stained by splattered blood spots so that it could not be seen as it was. The pinewood table beside him was also tilted to the side, and the brocade cushions were scratched with sharp objects, exposing the inside. Comes with moldy cotton wool the same color as plasma.

Amaterasu extinguished automatically after burning away the resentment in the room, leaving only a scorching heat. But Feng Lan didn't notice anything, she just stayed in Itachi's arms, crying suppressedly; But Itachi didn't stop her, just hugged her silently, soothing each other's pain.

The world was silent, and the coldness of the snowy night gradually spread, swallowing up the faint warmth in the air bit by bit. The remaining warmth of Amaterasu finally dissipated, and the sticky and damp breath reappeared. The reunion finally solidified, and there was a dull dull sound of footsteps, approaching them step by step.

Feng Lan's crying stopped suddenly, her fingers unconsciously tightened on Itachi's collar, and the wounds all over her body began to hurt again. At the same time, Itachi also raised his head, looking warily into the unknown darkness, and in response, he hugged Feng Lan tighter.

Two figures slowly appeared from the depths of darkness. Even though he was mentally prepared, Itachi was still stunned by the distant and unfamiliar familiarity for a long time. But after all, he had had a similar experience and came to his senses before Feng Lan.

He helped Feng Lan sit up, leaned close to her ear and whispered softly: "Feng Lan, get up, these are not real parents. They are [inner demons] born from your obsession. You can completely eliminate them. The only one you have is yourself, I can’t help you.”

Feng Lan did not follow his movements and stood up. Instead, she shrank deeper into his arms, her voice trembling as she spoke: "...I know...I know they are fake..." She paused at this point. She stopped, and then she raised her head sharply and yelled out with tears in her eyes, "Because mom and dad are dead! Killed by my own hands!"

Her roar was so desperate and shrill that it made people's eardrums hurt slightly, their brains went blank for a moment, and even time stopped for a moment.

Itachi stared at her intently, and after a while he took a deep breath, whether to appease Feng Lan's emotions or his own: "They will kill you."

Feng Lan shook her head wildly and retorted as if she was giving up on herself: "If they want to kill me, just kill me! Why should I fight back? I...how can I fight back?!" As she spoke, tears flowed down unconsciously, The clouds in her eyes made her already unstable emotions even more out of control, "... They should hate me... They must hate me... Sasuke too... And, and, brother, you hate me too, right? ?Hate me for killing my parents..."

A kind of painful anger was like a poisonous thorn with barbs, hammering into Itachi's heart. Trying to pull it out only brought out a blur of flesh and blood. The pain was so painful that he almost vomited blood. But he was powerless and allowed the poison called "pain" to spread to his limbs and bones.

But he can't fall, he still has Feng Lan.

Itachi suppressed the sweet taste in his throat and subconsciously raised his hand, trying to make Feng Lan wake up. However, hesitation and reluctance caused his hand to stop suddenly before touching her cheek. Itachi struggled, but finally reason prevailed, and he cruelly slapped her in the face.

"Snapped!"