[Naruto·Itachi BG] Reverse Black and White II

"Snapped!"

Itachi used almost no force, so the slap sound that should have been crisp and clear seemed a bit dull and weak, but it was enough to wake Feng Lan up.

Feng Lan covered the half of her face that was beaten, forgetting to shed tears for a moment, opened her mouth slightly, and raised her eyes to look at Itachi in disbelief. In my mind, this was the first time Itachi hit her.

It doesn't hurt, just a little...sad.

But Itachi who hit people looked a hundred times sadder than her.

He reached out to cover Feng Lan's hand covering her face, slowly pulled her into his arms and rested his chin on her shoulder. From such a close distance, Feng Lan could easily hear his heavy and lengthy breathing. It was a kind of bottomless pain and self-imposed restraint, implying that he himself was actually on the verge of mental collapse, but was only being supported by inexplicable beliefs.

"Feng Lan, don't use my mistakes to punish or torture yourself... please..." There was a trembling sound in Itachi's tone, but Feng Lan knew that he was not crying.

Uchiha Itachi couldn't cry.

His tears, along with his feelings, will remain on that night forever.

"...Brother, I'm sorry..." Feng Lan hugged him back gently. She was heartbroken and burst into tears. She sobbed and murmured, "...but I can't do it! I can't do anything to my parents anymore. No! Even if it's an illusion, even if it's just my own obsession..." She paused, and finally said the words buried deep in her heart, "I never want to do anything to my parents again..."

Feng Lan's words made Itachi stunned for a moment.

The resentment in the old house gathered again with the appearance of Fugaku Mikoto's phantom, and the scene in the house began to collapse step by step, overlapping with the Japanese-style rooms of Uchiha's old house, mottled, like a magical space spliced ​​together by broken lenses. A fragmentary reflection of the past. Under the prism of Wanhua, Feng Lan, who was hiding in his arms and crying bitterly, in Itachi's eyes, also overlapped with the helpless little figure five years ago. But he was as weak as before: five years ago, he shamelessly asked his young sister to bear the deepest sins for him; now, he did not even dare to face the illusion of sin implicating him.

Uchiha Itachi, you have been a coward from beginning to end!

He cursed himself hard.

"...Then don't do anything." Itachi whispered in Feng Lan's ear, but his tone was firm.

He pressed the back of Feng Lan's head against his chest, blocked her sight with his body, and protected her whole body in his arms. Chakra rushed towards his eyes, and the crazy speed caused the meridians all over his body to feel burning pain, but he seemed not to notice it, allowing the power to turn into karma that soared into the sky:

"Amaterasu!"

Black flames descended from the sky again, incinerating the mist that distorted the space, leaving not even a trace of smoke behind, and straightening the misplaced time and space. Mixed with the light of gunfire and smoke, a trace of bright red fell from the end of his eyes, across his cheeks and dripped along the line of his jaw. The canthus of Weasel's eyes was about to burst, and the whites of his eyes were almost stained red with bloodshot eyes.

Amaterasu's flames could not help but burn away his resentment and overdraft his life and light.

But if he could protect her, he would be happy to do so. He is willing to use his eyes to exchange for Feng Lan's peace.

Blood and tears fell drop by drop, landing on Feng Lan's face, diluted by her remaining tear stains, blending together, and continuing to flow downward. The warm blood is very different from the cold touch of tears. Feng Lan came back to her senses as if she had just woken up from a dream, and dipped some of the liquid on her face with her fingertips. The sticky and greasy feel emitted a rusty smell when she rubbed it open with her fingertips.

Feng Lan felt sad in her heart.

"Brother!" She reached out and covered Itachi's cheek, trying to wipe away the blood and tears on his face, sobbing, "No, don't use Amaterasu. Your eyes will not be able to bear it!"

Itachi raised his arm and held her hand, closed it in his palm, and tightened it slightly. The small movements were the decisive gesture of a guardian. Seeing that the miasma caused by resentment in the air was almost gone, Itachi closed his eyes painfully and quickly. He took a few short breaths to calm down, trying not to let Feng Lan see that he was unable to do what he wanted, and then said calmly: "No, the fog here must be cleared."

He glanced sideways at Feng Lan and continued to explain: "This is not an ordinary mist, it is formed by the resentment of the deceased. It will amplify our obsessions and inner demons in it, and finally die in the illusion. I Amaterasu happens to be able to restrain the resentment here, but it cannot solve the problem from the root. We must seize the time and find a way out as soon as possible."

Itachi simply recounted what Shisui told him. He suddenly remembered that Shisui had mentioned that the surrounding barrier restricted the range of movement of the resentful spirits, but according to their inference, that barrier was preventing entry but not exiting. Could it be that after the temple was opened, some mechanism was triggered that caused the formation to reverse? If so, it would be even more troublesome...

"But there was no such mist before..." As her resentment subsided, Feng Lan gradually clarified her chaotic thoughts and immediately grasped the key point, "It's because we have unlocked the seal of the Buddhist hall, right? In the Buddhist hall It turns out these are the things that were sealed, isn’t it?”

Itachi listened for a while, but he was still stuck in his own thoughts, so he nodded hastily. Feng Lan didn't care much, and based on Itachi's previous words, he deduced to himself: "Brother, you said before that the images of Fugaku's father and Mikoto's mother were formed due to my inner demons, and you can't help me eliminate them. ; But then Amaterasu was used... Can it be understood that "my" "inner demons" are only "me" who can destroy them? Due to its own particularity, the technique of "Amaterasu" can temporarily suppress the illusion of my "inner demon" by burning and dispelling "resentment"; but it treats the symptoms but not the root cause. Before long, my "inner demon" will ” will be resurrected. Yeah? "

Feng Lan was originally a very smart person, but due to the influence of resentment and the sight of his dead parents, he was temporarily greatly stimulated. Now that I think about it, I can sort out the whole story clearly.

Itachi said nothing, but looked acquiesced.

"...So, has brother encountered this before?" Feng Lan pulled his sleeves and carefully wiped away the remaining blood and tears on Itachi's face. She asked calmly, unable to hear her emotions at this time, "...your "inner demon"? "

Itachi didn't make a sound, but the silence was better than the sound. He lowered his eyes quietly, and his thick long eyelashes reflected a circle of crow-green under his eyes. Against his cold white complexion, he looked inexplicably haggard and fragile.

As if to prove Feng Lan's inference, the fog spread, and the outline of Uchiha's old house was looming. In the shadow not far away, the phantoms of resentful Fugaku and Mikoto materialized again, like ghosts returning from the underworld, secretly gathering strength and brewing a revenge.

Feng Lan was not as panicked as before. She took the time to wipe away the last trace of blood on Itachi's chin, then turned around and stood up slowly. The wounds all over her body began to hurt again, making her movements difficult and slow, but her thinking became clearer. Her injuries always worsened suddenly with the appearance of the mist. Obviously, this was also an illusion accompanied by the appearance of "inner demons". In reality, she was not injured at all. Therefore, this "inner demon" is probably like an "illusion", which can only cause mental damage and eventually lead to mental breakdown and death. However, it is more pervasive and irresistible than illusion.

She looked at the two figures slowly stepping out of the mist. A kunai slipped out of the wide cuff of Akatsuki's robe and was firmly held in her hand.

It's up to her to deal with her "inner demons"!

Looking at Feng Lan's movements, Itachi instantly understood Feng Lan's plan and couldn't help but said: "Feng Lan, no!" He was a little anxious, his tone was higher than usual, and his speaking speed was much faster, "Others may be able to But you can't do it this way. You don't want to "hurt" them in the first place, so you do it reluctantly. In your subconscious, you will think that you killed your "parents" twice. Your "inner demons" will not go away, they will only get worse. You may be able to get away with it this time, but next time, if you encounter a similar situation, you will have no choice but to surrender! " He took a slight breath to calm down his somewhat excited mood, then stretched out his hand to press Feng Lan's hand holding the kunai, and softened his tone and said, "... Anyway, let me do it... use Amaterasu to dispel it. Miasma, find a way out again..."

Feng Lan had turned around to face Itachi when he called out. She listened to him without being arrogant or arrogant, and then asked calmly and patiently: "Brother, how many times have you used Amaterasu today?"

Itachi was silent.

Feng Lan ignored him and continued: "I'm fully prepared. First of all, you used it once to deal with your own inner demons, so you discovered Amaterasu's ability to restrain resentment; and then in order to save me, you used it again and again. Twice." She paused and looked at Itachi with burning eyes, understanding and worried, "Three Amaterasu in one day should be the limit of the Mangekyo Sharingan, right?"

"Brother, you will go blind." Feng Lan looked solemn. She had never used such a stern tone to Itachi.

"Feng Lan..." Itachi slowly closed his eyes and confessed to what Feng Lan said. But his hand still pressed her unyieldingly, still resisting.

"...Brother, although I don't want to do anything to my parents anymore, but..." She tried to open Itachi's hand bit by bit, smiling with relief and bitterness, "...but living people are always better than The dead are important.”

Weasel closed his eyes and remained silent, but the strength in his hands grew stronger and stronger, and he was obviously determined to confront Feng Lan.

While the two were locked in a stalemate, a vague voice suddenly floated into their ears and suddenly disappeared:

“…blubber candle…light the blubber candle.”