[Hokage] On the Feasibility of Brother Control

If the day is sunshine, then the night is darkness.The ninja who usually took care of Yang sent Kakashi out of the ward, and when he returned to the ward, Yang had already changed his shoes and was waiting for him.

"He's already here?" Yang asked lightly after taking the black haori from the other party and putting it on.

"Ah, of course!"

The overly emotional tone made Yang slightly frown, "As Anbu, too much emotion will only bring disaster, you really should change it, believe me."

"Hi! However, if His Highness Yang is here, I won't be afraid!" Holding Guo Yang's hand to lead the way, Xin smiled brightly.

After walking a short distance, a barrier suddenly opened, Yang's face remained unchanged, and he calmly let Xin lead him to the chair.

"Yang Jun, are you ready?" The person sitting opposite didn't say any polite words, and directly cut to the point, "In order to find the least repulsive eye donor, I wasted a lot of men..."

Yang chuckled lightly, he was not flattered, he couldn't even find gratitude on his face, the only smile shown as emotion was just an impeccable mask, "I really have to thank Mr. Shimura for this, but..." He leaned forward slightly, and there was a trace of evil on his childish and innocent face, "As far as I am concerned, I hope that these eyes come from Uchiha."

"Hehehe, there will be a chance..."

The great thing about dealing with smart people is that some things don't need to be said too clearly.Yang has been used to the darkness since his last life, he may not care whether he can see the world again, but in his bones, he is almost morbidly attached to Uchiha's special blood, and the fetters of his previous life died too early in this life, But he is still stubbornly trying to hold on to his uncorrupted thoughts, using those eyes that have been deprived of him.

The operation was quickly arranged, but Yang, the client, still lived his leisurely school life indifferently every day. As he once said, he likes a peaceful life where he can sleep well.

This nonchalant appearance made it impossible to see any flaws at all, until one day he suddenly did not appear in the classroom, and disappeared for several days in a row, Itachi realized that things seemed not so simple.

Xiao Uchiha sat absent-mindedly on his seat, completely shielding the teacher in front of the podium from frothing, thinking about where his little friend went.

In this school, only Yang is qualified to be his true friend, no matter in terms of identity or thought.

Where would Ke Yang disappear suddenly?

The precocious Uchiha boy raised his head and looked out of the window. The bright sunlight penetrated through the gaps between the leaves, as if sprinkled with countless pieces of gold, shining brightly.Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, his frowning brows eased away, the ends of his brows were raised slightly, his eyes were calm and clear.

Maybe, when we meet again next time, we will be able to see the same piece of sky?

Turning his head back to look at the book, the little boy lowered his head, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly with joy.

After school, I stopped by the Wagashi House to buy a box of mochi. Itachi put the card under the string of the snack box, and then put the box in front of the gate of Hatake House—the strange Anbu who always emphasized the identity of "senior brother" in front of Yang The gift will definitely be delivered, Itachi believes.

In fact, this unreliable senior brother did pass on the gift—if Itachi didn't mind, what Dayang ended up with was an empty snack box with a lonely card in it.

He took out the beige card with a light brown pattern printed on it, and there was a row of words written on the top of the card. The font was just like its owner, a little immature, but powerful and elegant.

"...'Kiyang-kun: The new flavor of mochi just launched, although the taste is very good, it is still not as good as meatballs.'—So, Kakashi, have you eaten all the mochi?" He flicked helplessly Yang put the piece of paper that didn’t leave any meaningful message aside, together with the empty snack box, and sighed while holding his chin, “Can I think that, Kakashi, you are actually a hidden sweet tooth?” ?”

"No," the exposed eye of the masked ninja with a mess of white hair narrowed, and the light tone made the boy on the hospital bed sigh again, "I'm just Prevent my lovely junior from taking mochi instead of meals again—especially now that your body still needs balanced nutrition."

Feeling that his facial muscles seemed to be twitching uncontrollably, Yang raised his hands and rubbed his cheeks, very distressed, "Okay, but Kakashi, you can't deny the hospital's patient meals..." He spread his hands, waving Showing a gesture of "you know", he continued, "Maybe Kakashi, would you like to continue to bring me a good nutritious dinner?" He tilted his head and smiled innocently, and finally raised a finger seriously He made the final conclusion with a smile, "Anyway, I don't expect you, Kakashi, to be able to cook in person, after all, Kakashi, your cooking skills are more likely to exist for the two situations of destroying the kitchen and poisoning. "

Flipping through someone's dark history with a smile, the half-grown and immature boy happily watched the darkness that almost materialized suddenly piled up on the boy Anbu's head, and even the bright white hair seemed to be dimmed all of a sudden. Not a lot.

Covering his face with one hand melancholy, Kakashi expressed his hurt, "Oh, my dear junior, black history, please don't mention it again..." He blinked resentfully, but there was a fox-like cunning in those eyes, "If you don't mind having onions for dinner today?"

"...I want dried fish with honey water."