[Naruto·Itachi BG] Reverse Black and White II

Time goes back to a few hours ago——

"It's such a small thing, I can just go and check it out. There's no need to go there in person, Itachi-san..."

Kisame saw that Itachi rushed to the destination without looking back after receiving the order from Pain to pick up the people. He said half seriously and half jokingly: "But, how can I say it, they really have a deep love for each other."

Itachi kept walking, but he answered calmly and naturally: "...I just want to go back to the base, just along the way."

"Oh? Really?" Kisame tilted his head slightly and looked at Itachi, as if trying to read out some different emotions from his always indifferent expression, but ultimately failed.

He shrugged secretly and didn't feel too disappointed. After all, his partner was notoriously unpredictable and unpredictable.

"I thought Itachi-san was afraid that his sister would be bullied, so he rushed to support her." Giving up on finding flaws in Itachi's expression, Kisame continued to test him with words. After he finished speaking, he added with a half-smile. He said, "After all, the "zombie duo" are not easy to get along with..."

Itachi raised his eyes slightly, as if looking into the vast night sky. He answered firmly and coldly: "...It's not necessary."

……

At the time, Kisame didn't fully understand what Itachi meant by what he said, but when he arrived at the small teahouse he was targeting, he saw Fuulan sitting in the room, eating snacks and chatting with Zetsu and Kakuzu, while the three of them stood up and watched Hidan. Only when he saw the harmonious scene of self-mutilation did he fully appreciate Itachi's foresight.

Well, this girl is very nice, and there is indeed no need to worry. The most amazing thing is, how did she get the other two people to go to her country and open up to the outside world?

However, recalling the brief and unpleasant contact between him and her, Kisame felt that nothing was impossible for this strange Uchiha lady.

Itachi was not interested in exploring what Kisame was thinking. He raised his eyes slightly and glanced casually into the room. It seemed that no one was in his eyes, but his calm gaze fell heavily on everyone. heart.

"It's too slow, the boss is very dissatisfied..." He said calmly, with a nonchalant attitude, as if he was really just a messenger who came under orders.

He turned his eyes, but this time it stopped at Hidan who was under the illusion. Then he raised his hand to form a seal and shouted in a low voice: "Exit."

Fei Duan paused for a moment and suddenly woke up. He glanced around at the crowd, his eyes still filled with deep confusion, and he was at a loss holding his weapon.

"This damn girl! She actually used illusions on me!!"

As soon as Hidan figured out what was going on, he immediately pointed the March Scythe at Feng Lan, as if he was eager to have a real fight with Feng Lan right away.

Feng Lan saw that his "big backer" had arrived, but he lost the arrogant momentum he had just now. She hugged Chi Yue, huddled up, and hid in the corner with all her strength. Her watery eyes were filled with tears and timidity, as if she was frightened by Hidan, and she defended pitifully in a low voice: "...Me too I didn’t know you couldn’t withstand illusions... Well, don’t point such a big sickle at me, I’m afraid..." Her voice became weaker and weaker as she spoke, and in the end she even had a strong cry, as if she said this These words are already too much to hold on to, and it looks like he will break down and cry if he is stimulated even a little bit more.

Everyone except Itachi: "..."

Can I have a face? Who got this blood on Hidan? At this time, it’s too late to think of maintaining the silly and sweet character of Little White Rabbit! ! !

"Stop coming!!!" Hidan was so angry that he pointed at Feng Lan and yelled, "Who stabbed me first just now! Who used pork soup to wash away the formation I drew? Clean?! Who else tricked me into cutting off my oo using illusions!!!"

The system automatically blocked a certain offensive word.

Everyone, including Itachi: "..."

Feng Lan opened her watery eyes, turned to Weasel in aggrieved manner, flattened her mouth, and was about to cry. She weakly argued: "I am not, I am not, he is talking nonsense... spreading rumors, Ficonius... …”

"...You actually have the nerve to say it..." Kakuzu complained silently, and then seemed to ask casually, showing rare concern for his partner, "Do you need me to help you sew your severed limb back?"

"It's not broken!!!" Hidan yelled back angrily.

Crowd: "..."

Why do you feel a little disappointed? …

"Idiots are still idiots after all..." Kisame sneered silently in his heart.

Of course, with this kind of atmosphere, it would be impossible to fight. Itachi wouldn't let this situation go on forever.

"...If there is no problem, then go back..." He concluded in a concise and horrified manner, turned around and left.

"Coming, coming!" As soon as Feng Lan heard Weasel say he was leaving, he immediately got out of the corner, put away the knot, jumped off the stove with cheers, and followed him in three steps at a time.

Just when she was about to catch up with him, Itachi suddenly stopped and turned his face to glance at Feng Lan intentionally or unintentionally. The alienating and cold eyes made Feng Lan unconsciously stop her hand in mid-air when she stretched out her hand to hold his sleeve. For a moment, Feng Lan felt at a loss as to what to do, as if the cool night wind was blowing into her heart, chilling her heart. Her eyes suddenly felt a little sour, but she did not dare to shed tears.

The moment he raised his eyes to look closely, he lowered his eyes and looked away from her impartially. Taking advantage of the moment when he narrowed his eyes, he properly concealed the pain, guilt, entanglement and worry in his eyes. Feng Lan didn't realize it and just followed his gaze downwards, finally settling on her still bare feet.

She was slightly startled, and the memories came out of her cocoon.

……

"Feng Lan, you don't wear shoes." Itachi held Feng Lan's exclusive pink bunny ear slippers in one hand and stood outside the Japanese outdoor room that she had temporarily used as a game room, sighing extremely tiredly.

Little Feng Lan, who was lying down studying how to use Lego to recreate the Atlantis Poseidon Temple, turned over and saw Itachi with a bad expression by the door. He hid his two bare feet with a "swish" Behind him, Feng Lan glanced at Itachi with his neck curled up in grievance, and muttered: "Brother, I'm sorry, Feng Lan forgot to provoke..."

Well, she has a good attitude towards admitting her mistakes, but her appearance is so pitiful that people are embarrassed to say anything more about her.

When she was young, Feng Lan was very naughty but clever and clever. On the surface, she always pretended to be an obedient and cute baby, but secretly she was a real naughty child who could only be beaten by her mother. But she played this trick in disguise and it was so smooth that no one could catch her fault.

Take slippers for example. She is well-dressed in front of you, but you kick them off as soon as she turns around. When she is discovered later, she obediently picks them up and puts them on herself. Such a cycle is really more laborious than fighting guerrillas.

He walked into the room, squatted in front of her, grabbed her hidden feet, and put the slippers on her feet forcefully, while muttering: "The weather is cold. If you don't wear shoes, you will catch a cold and get sick."

She was holding her feet by him, and the burning heat in his palms rolled all the way to the bottom of her heart. Her face turned red with heat, and she asked tentatively: "Brother, can you accompany me today?"

The hand caressing her instep paused slightly.

Outside the house, the autumn wind blows, staining the maples red and withering away, leaving yellow leaves and white grass. The sound of autumn is full of eerie and desolate sounds; the dusk clouds reflect the sky, the luxuriant loess trees are luxuriant, and the jackdaws are roosting where the old trees are smoking, chirping incessantly, like crying blood. There is a faint sad sound of separation and hatred.

It is indeed late autumn...

Itachi was inexplicably sad, but he was unwilling to let his low mood affect Feng Lan. When he looked at her in the blink of an eye, a soft smile appeared on his face.

The familiar apologetic smile still hung on Itachi's lips: "Sorry, Feng Lan, I still have tasks tonight, maybe next time..."

She pouted and complained dissatisfiedly: "It's the next time again. When is the next time?"

But he laughed, stretched out two fingers and poked her forehead, coaxing her: "Next time, I'll call Shisui to practice with you..."

Feng Lan frowned and narrowed her eyes at his point. When she opened her eyes, she was filled with Itachi's smile. In an instant, the golden sun was warm and the autumn water was intoxicating. She lowered her head and pretended to be very generous: "Okay, I will forgive you this time..."

Itachi smiled and shook his head, told her a few more words, and then left the room.

She stayed there for a long time, and after deciding that Itachi had indeed left, she immediately kicked off her slippers. Lying on the ground with his back stretched out, he looked arrogant as if I was the most worried about who could care less.

……

The torrent of memories recedes, revealing a muddy and wet tidal flat. The sharp rocks and mottled gravels in the shoal are rugged and sad, and they are countless. But she was walking among the foamy sand and mud, picking up all the intact shells left behind, washing them and collecting them.

As if she had realized something, Feng Lan smiled brightly, turned around and ran into the storage room where she had just been locked. After a while, she turned back with a pair of wooden clogs on her feet.

"Let's go!" She walked up to Weasel's side with small steps, tilted her head and smiled at everyone. She was lively, playful and extremely well-behaved. She was completely different from the ferocious look she had when she hit him just now.

She put her hands behind her back, consciously keeping an arm's distance from him.