[Hokage] On the Feasibility of Brother Control

After getting the discharge certificate from the attending doctor, Yang packed his things in a hurry and was about to leave.It's also a good thing that Kakashi hadn't returned to the village to do the mission a few days ago, otherwise he would definitely be dragged back to the hospital bed by a smiling senior brother filled with blackness.

"You said that I told the third-generation old man that I would go to Anbe, how likely is it that he agrees, believe me?" Kakashi is not there, and now the only boy who is helping Yang with the care is the boy at the root, stuffing the change of clothes into the box. In the backpack, Yang asked casually.

The Genbu boy who helped tidy up other sundries stopped, blinked his eyes, and showed a bright smile, "There is no possibility at all—why does His Highness Yang want to go to Anbu?"

After fastening the chain of the backpack, Yang sat on the bed, looked out the window and explained casually: "If you don't enter Anbu, you will be asked to become a ninja at that time, right? I don't want to waste time on meaningless tasks and exams Come on." Seeing that the letter was about to say something, he tapped his toe on the ground boredly, and added, "I know that the three generations of old men will not be happy to know the fact that I have been in the root for so long, so when the time comes I will You need to have a new identity." Scratching his head, Yang sighed, "But it's too early to think about it now, let's talk to Mr. Shimura at that time."

It's about the leader, Xin didn't speak anymore, and Yang didn't speak again.

The first thing he did when he got home was grabbing his clothes and rushing into the bathroom to wash away his sickness. To Yang, regaining the light is almost another meaning of rebirth, even if he knows that the person he is worried about has long been buried with the yellow earth. Going, maybe seeing the world again, and having the opportunity to witness the traces of that person's existence, he is satisfied.

Slightly hot water poured down from head to toe, he let out a long breath, closed his eyes and raised his face, the water droplets were crystal clear, rolling down the immature outline of the child.

He combed his hair casually with his hands, and his shoulder-length wet hair was messily attached to his neck and shoulders. He walked to the mirror and saw his own appearance for the first time in this life.

Black hair, black eyes, and pale skin that is slightly reddened by the temperature of the water.

Rather than being a cute little boy, it's more like a delicate little girl.

His facial features are extremely delicate, his lips are as light as cherry petals, his nose is beautiful and tall, and his obsidian-like bright eyes seem to condense the gentleness and purity of the morning sun.Tilting his head, Yang looked at himself in the mirror and curled his lips, and in an instant it was the warmth of spring.Obviously just a young child who has not yet grown up, against the rolling drop of cold water, there is an incredible temperament flying up, one side is moist and inviolable, and the other side is elegant and profoundly seductive—holding the mirror with one hand, he He let out a low laugh, the laughter stuck in his throat, dull and eerie.

His thin and thin body was trembling slightly, he moved closer to the mirror, and slowly pressed his lips.

"Uchiha Yo, long time no see."

He greeted himself in the mirror with an almost inaudible smile, seeing the exact same face as the last six-year-old, his eyes suddenly became sour.

Even though he had never been injured like this before, there was clearly a hideous scar on his left arm. Yang was trembling uncontrollably, and the pain of loneliness had eroded into his bone marrow.

It turns out that the same blood as yours is still flowing in this body.

Just without you.

Just not having you anymore.

The arc of the smile on the corners of the lips has not changed, and the ink-stained eyes are filled with water vapor, hazy or yearning or sad.

"...Bo Fengyang."

With his forehead resting against the cold mirror, he lowered his eyes and murmured his current name softly, the sad breath fading away like water droplets dripping from his hair.

Turning off the water casually, he shook his head, what remained on his face was still the same peace as before.

It was midnight when Kakashi received the news and came back from the mission. The little child had already slept soundly. He gently pushed open the door of the bedroom, walked to the bed silently, and looked at the child in the soft moonlight. A peaceful sleeping face.

Even the non-malicious gaze still awakened Yang, who was vigilant in his bones, from the dream. He opened his eyes suddenly, and a moment of sharpness flew through his pupils, but the angle of the backlight did not make Kakashi Captured the coldness.

When he opened his eyes and found a white-haired masked boy in the room, Yang tilted his head, smiled and said first, "You're back, Kakashi!"

Kakashi reached out and rubbed the top of Yang's hair who was yawning a little, and the exposed eye was bent into a crescent moon, "Go on to sleep."

Yang nodded, and got back under the quilt again, "Good night, Kakashi." He said softly, closing his eyes obediently.

Kakashi still smiled and looked at him motionless, the night covered up the deep pool of doting tenderness in his eyes, after a long time, he opened his mouth and silently said "good night", and then exited as silently as when he came room.

The door closed silently, and the long eyelashes of the child who was supposed to be asleep again twitched slightly, and the closed eyes opened a slit, and then closed again.