[Naruto·Itachi BG] Reverse Black and White II

The author has something to say: </br> Mouyu would like to apologize online!

I originally planned to write the main text carefully, but then somehow, while chatting in the group, I started writing an extra chapter... qaq... I will definitely write the main text carefully next week and the next week!

感谢在2021-08-0601:18:15~2021-08-2112:01:50期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 5615 bottles in September;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

If line extra, the Uchiha coup was resolved peacefully and Shisui survived.

[Note] This extra is purely oral, please do not substitute it into the main text.

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It was a fine evening at the end of summer, and it was already past dinner time when Itachi came back from the ANBU, but the distant and gloomy skyline was still decorated with a ring of golden ocher. Such a bright color, just like the light makeup and powder on her lips during a fireworks festival, the brightest and most charming rouge evenly spread on her lips, fell on his heart, burning with uncontrollable desire.

Itachi took a deep breath to suppress his chaotic thoughts and entered the house.

There were no lights on in the room, and there was a sense of quietness everywhere. My parents went on vacation, and Sasuke also left the village on a mission. It would take several days before he could come back. In this family, there are only him and Feng Lan.

Just the two of them.

Feeling the unusual silence at home, Itachi frowned: Where has Feng Lan gone now?

However, Itachi soon had an answer.

The light was on in the small living room. Itachi opened the sliding door of the Japanese room and saw Feng Lan sitting on his knees in front of the low table with his back to the door. It looked like he was writing furiously. The Four Treasures of the Study were neatly placed on the desk, which further supported Itachi's suspicion.

"What are you doing?" Inexplicably, Itachi's mood suddenly improved. He strolled in and casually sat down at the low table.

"Ah, brother!" Feng Lan seemed to have noticed Itachi's return and raised his eyes casually as a greeting. She was indeed writing something, and she was still using a writing brush. Unfortunately, because she was not used to using such an elegant writing instrument, not only her fingertips, but also her nose and cheeks were stained with ink. She looks like a nerd who is playing hooky, without any trace of the ladylike demeanor of a well-known lady.

Itachi couldn't help laughing. He took the handkerchief, soaked it in water, spread it over Feng Lan's face, and slowly wiped the ink on her face. While wiping, he asked casually: "Why did you suddenly think of practicing calligraphy?" Feng Lan has always had a restless temper, so if she is asked to arrange flowers and make tea like the eldest lady of the Hyuga family, that is seriously OOC! Therefore, at this moment, she consciously picked up her pen and practiced calligraphy, which shocked Itachi so much that he almost didn't even look to see if the sun was setting from the east.

Feng Lan handed the pen to Itachi and ignored it. She pursed her lips and complained unhappily: "You don't know! Yesterday, the Hyuga Neji in our group said that my handwriting was ugly. I just I quarreled with him and said, it’s not that I can’t write well! I just don’t write well! He didn’t believe it and asked me to write a few on the spot... As a result, I found that I had forgotten how to write well..."

Itachi had already guessed the ending after listening to half of it. Feng Lan is a free and easy girl, but sometimes, she inexplicably likes to be serious about small things; and she is very strong and refuses to admit defeat. The more she is despised, the more she has to make achievements to impress others.

Itachi twisted the towel and followed her words: "So, these are the results of your practice of "writing well"? " He turned his head and looked at Feng Lan's words spread out to dry on the table, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Brother, why are you laughing?" Feng Lan became angry and seemed to be about to start a fight again, "You also think my handwriting is ugly?"

"No, our Xiao Feng Lan's handwriting is not ugly. Our Xiao Feng Lan's writing is just not serious." Itachi tried to coax him with a smile, but he couldn't help but teased, "Is Feng Lan's handwriting bad?" The momentum is gone, and the writing trend is like a roaring wind, not even a blade of grass can grow."

Feng Lan was immediately furious. He grabbed the wet brush on the table and started to scratch Itachi's face.

Itachi seemed to have expected this, and he blocked it with a simple wave of his hand. He flipped his hand and caught Feng Lan's wrist and pressed it on the table. His other hand took away the brush she held between her fingers. The bamboo pen barrel flexibly turned 180 degrees on the tip of his finger, and the tip of the pen, soaked in ink, stopped at the tip of her nose.

Feng Lan immediately didn't dare to resist, fearing that Itachi would use the crime tools to paint her face in a big way. With her clear and clear eyes like autumn water, she secretly glanced at Itachi with grievance and grievance, her intention to please and beg for mercy was self-evident.

Itachi couldn't help but laugh when he saw her miserable appearance. He suddenly became playful, flicked his wrist, and the pen tip landed on the tip of Feng Lan's nose, leaving a little ink.

Feng Lan was stunned by the sudden chill on the tip of her nose. She immediately realized what bad thing Itachi had done, and angrily yelled "Ouch" at Itachi to express her anger. Her entire little face was wrinkled up, like an angry little leopard. In Itachi's eyes, she was more cute than intimidating.

Feng Lan's smile deepened when she saw Itachi knew his mistake and refused to correct it, and since she had nothing to do with him, she could only snort at him bitterly, reach out and rub it on his face randomly, trying to wipe away the ink on his nose. Lose. It's a pity that she forgot that there was still unwashed ink on her hands. She touched it so messily that her pretty face was even more unsightly.

Itachi couldn't stand it anymore, shook his head and stopped her with a smile. Then he twisted another towel, spread it on her face, rubbed it with his palms, and then took off the towel.

The delicate little face that has been cleaned up is pure and charming, like a rose soaked in morning dew, delicate and shy, making people want to pick it.

Itachi lowered his eyes, his eyelids covering his eyes deeply.

He passed the towel through water again, took Feng Lan's hand, and continued to wipe the stains on her hands. Itachi's movements were very gentle and careful, and he carefully held it in his palm, as if he was afraid that if he put any weight on it, he would crush the pair of Rouyi.

Feeling Itachi's attentiveness and carefulness, Feng Lan also felt nostalgic and sad. The sense of distance created by growing older made her and him no longer as close as before. Sometimes, Feng Lan even felt that Itachi was deliberately avoiding her. Yes, after all, they are not children anymore. They are young and not biological siblings, so they should avoid suspicion.

But, but, how should she place her feelings?

She looked at Itachi, who had a lowered eyebrow in front of her. Feng Lan felt her mouth taste bitter, as if she had swallowed a sour apricot, and all the unattainable thoughts were blocked in her throat.

"Has Shisui come to you often recently?" Itachi lowered his head and used the dim light to hide his expression, "Two days ago, at the end of the mission, Kakashi-senpai saw you two walking towards the woods together. Went to the side. That day... you came back very late."

Feng Lan was stunned when he heard this, and his thoughts couldn't help but be led astray. The accelerating heartbeat reflected the spread of red clouds on her face. Feng Lan lowered her head to cover it up and whispered vaguely: "We were training at the training ground that day, and we forgot about the time..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a pain in his wrist as Itachi suddenly tightened his grip. The sinister look in his eyes flashed away, and when he looked up at Feng Lan, he had already put on the most common warm smile. He did not continue to ask about what happened that day, but asked with a smile: "Don't you want to practice calligraphy? Let me help you write a few."

Feng Lan was eager for him to change the subject, so she hurriedly responded: "Okay, okay!"

Itachi smiled faintly, held her hand without letting go, moved his seat slightly, and sat down behind Feng Lan. He brought her into his arms with a gentle pull, and put his other hand around her waist.

The autumn dryness has not faded, and Feng Lan is staying at home and wants to stay cool, so she dresses casually. Wearing a strawberry polka-dot camisole on the upper body and a pair of shorts of the same color on the lower body, a snow-white thin waist is faintly hidden under the hem of the shorts. Whether intentionally or not, Itachi's hand holding her waist happened to cover that inch of exposed skin.

The waistline is one of the most sensitive parts of Feng Lan's body. At this moment, she was suddenly held in Itachi's hand, and a warm and rough touch came. Her whole body was trembling with soreness and gratitude, and she subconsciously twisted her body to avoid it.

"Don't move!" Itachi's voice suddenly rang in his ears, low and slightly hoarse with magnetism, and indescribably sexy. As soon as he tightened his arms, Feng Lan was imprisoned in his arms, unable to move.

"You have to concentrate on writing." It was clearly an instructive tone, but it sounded particularly sultry. His chin rested on her shoulder, and the hot breath when he spoke blew on her neck and earlobes, tickling her.

Feng Lan's heartbeat became even more frantic, her whole body was as hot as a cooked shrimp, and her consciousness was almost addictive. She was dazed and allowed him to push the ink pen with her hand and wander around on the paper.

Itachi's excellence is reflected in all aspects, even his calligraphy is quite elegant, with iron paintings and silver hooks, suave and elegant. A few words were written in one go, and Feng Lan gradually regained her composure in the silent tranquility. She lowered her head, looked at Itachi's writing, and was slightly startled.

The first page:

"It has been hard to treat each other year after year, but until this autumn comes, why do we not untie the knot?"

Article 2:

"The clothes are dyed by autumn flowers, and the flowers are wet with water splashing. I hold the boat rope with my hands, but I am too anxious to leave you."

Next sentence:

"Hidden in my heart, the spring breeze fills my face. My love can be expected, and everyone will ask each other."

These Japanese songs all express the passionate love for lovers that cannot be expressed verbally. Feng Lan's heart moved, and she turned around and asked Itachi hesitantly: "Brother, do you have someone you like?"

Itachi looked at her deeply for a moment, then suddenly smiled and asked, "What do you think?"

Feng Lan was stunned, feeling that a steep chasm seemed to suddenly collapse under her feet. She seemed to be falling endlessly in the dark ravine, but she could never reach the bottom. Her chest was so tight that she couldn't breathe, as if she had been hit by rocks falling from the sky and the earth. The blocks were pressed layer after layer.

She suppressed the sourness and jealousy in her heart and asked with a forced smile: "Who is it?"

Itachi pursed his lips and smiled, as if he had thought of something wonderful. He smiled easily and sincerely, and there were even light smile lines at the end of his eyes. Itachi showed a rare mischievous expression and winked at her, deliberately showing off: "I won't tell you."

Nameless anger boiled over, burning away Feng Lan's good mood just now. She glared angrily: "If you don't tell me, don't tell me! I don't want to know yet!" She said as she broke away from Itachi's arms and ran away.

Seeing Feng Lan starting to lose his temper again, Itachi suppressed a laugh, tightened his arms, and held Feng Lan firmly in his arms. Minato whispered in her ear with a smile: "You can guess! I'll tell you if I guess it."

Feng Lan was still angry and couldn't leave, so she turned her head and said angrily: "Don't guess!"

Itachi seemed to have anticipated Feng Lan's reaction. He picked up the brush first, pointed it in front of Feng Lan's nose, and feigned anger and threatened: "Guess?"

"Don't guess, don't guess!" Feng Lan turned her head and twisted her body to avoid the ink-filled brush tip that followed her. She was so aggrieved that she was about to cry. "How could you be such a big brother? I don't want to guess who you like. You want me to guess who it is. Bullying!"

After being accused like this by her, Itachi felt that this was a bit too much. He felt guilty for a moment and was finally caught by Feng Lan. With a wave of her hand, she accurately opened the brush in Itachi's hand. And Itachi also reacted very quickly, understood Feng Lan's way, no longer cared about the flying brush and only caught Feng Lan's mischievous hand with his backhand.

Feng Lan finally escaped from Itachi's clutches, so naturally she didn't want to be restrained anymore, so she subconsciously fell back to avoid it, but she didn't want Itachi to hold her tightly, so they fell down together.

The two of them just rolled on the tatami. Itachi clasped Feng Lan's wrists and pressed them on both sides of her head, straddling her legs with her sides, enclosing her in a place of his own size. He looked down at her condescendingly, lowering his face slightly to create a stronger aura and pressure, but his voice still contained a smile:

"You, you, you are such a bad learner!" He deliberately leaned closer to her, his breath entangled, and the last sound at the end of the sentence rose slightly like static fluff, "You know how to use bitter tricks, huh?"

Looking back at Feng Lan, all the pity on Feng Lan's face just now disappeared without a trace. Instead, she felt a bit dissatisfied and discouraged. She rolled her eyes with a standard expression, exhaled through her nose, turned her head away and closed her eyes. , simply ignored Itachi.

Itachi was amused by her childish behavior. He let go of one of her hands, stretched out his fingers and put them between her eyebrows, and said helplessly: "How old are you, and you still have the temper of a child?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Itachi was stunned for a moment. The body in his arms seemed to have always been so delicate and soft, but the fleshy touch in his memory had been unknowingly reshaped by time and became a girl's only body. Some are soft and plump. And he also grew up from a mature but innocent boy to a real adult. Once you understand love and have desire, you will occasionally have dirty and crazy thoughts under the bright and sanctimonious mask, like a young bud that has been eaten by the marrow and tasted by the rain and dew, no matter how you cover it, you can't stop the tendency of knotting.

He felt that his heartbeat was a little erratic, and his gaze seemed to be escaping as if he wanted to look away, but he was unconsciously attracted to her beautiful and alluring jawline, and it swam uncontrollably downward along the texture of her clavicle.

Feng Lan didn't notice Itachi's gradually becoming dangerous gaze. She proudly puffed out her small chest and said proudly: "I'm still a baby no matter how old I am!"

He held on to the impeccable smile on his face, but his tone was a little perfunctory: "Yes, yes." He stood up and moved away from Feng Lan a little. But this distance was far from enough. He had to leave quickly, running away like a worthless deserter.

But Feng Lan seemed to be deliberately going against him. Seeing Itachi getting up, she took the initiative to wrap herself around him, put her arms around his waist, tilted her head to lean on his shoulder, and leaned her body against him.

"Tell me! Who do you like?" The sweet voice was obviously coquettish, "Are you prettier than me? Or smarter than me?"

Itachi felt that the smile on his face was a bit unbearable, so he reached out and pushed Feng Lan gently, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "Don't make trouble..."

Playing tricks is Feng Lan's strong point. She sticks to Itachi like brown candy, still asking questions, no matter how hard Itachi pushes him, she can't push him away. At the end of the day, she was cornered by Itachi, and her eyes turned cunningly, preparing to use her "ultimate move". But before that, she informed Itachi in a very moral manner: "Are you going to tell me? If you don't tell me, I will..." The hand holding Itachi's waist quickly scratched the soft flesh around his waist.

There was no weakness in Itachi's body, except for the ticklish flesh on his waist.

Itachi, who was attacked by surprise, did not have a natural reaction of "hiding" or "shrinking". His whole body was tense, and the evil fire could hardly be suppressed. He subconsciously fought back and pinched Feng Lan's waist.

Feng Lan was secretly proud of herself, but the sudden pain and itch in her waist made her tremble all over, and the next moment, she fell to the ground laughing.

She forgot that she was more ticklish than Itachi.

"Haha, hahaha..." She laughed so hard that she rolled on the ground and twisted into eighteen knots like a little loach.

"Hahaha, brother, I was wrong, haha, don't, haha, stop, stop, hahahaha..." She laughed and panted, and she did not forget to beg for mercy during her struggle.

Itachi seemed not to let her go easily and turned a deaf ear to her soft words.

Feng Lan was so itchy that in the end she couldn't stand it any longer, so she had to push him back, and he died with Itachi, and they both fell on the tatami.

Itachi was caught off guard, and one of his hands was pressed under him by Feng Lan. Before he could pull it out, a soft ball hit his palm. Precisely because of this move, Itachi stopped tickling Feng Lan.

His heart was pounding like a torrent.

After laughing for a while, Feng Lan finally found a chance to breathe, lying on her side in Itachi's arms to rest, not noticing anything wrong with the position of Itachi's hands. She seemed to be tired from laughing, panting as if exhausted, her cheeks were blushing, and even her skin was taking on a charming pink color. After a frolic, her hair was disheveled and her clothes were in disarray.

Itachi hugged her from behind. He always felt that Feng Lan was too skinny, just a little bit thin when he held her, but the areas where he should grow more flesh were not clear at all, creating an extremely contrasting beauty, which made him distraught just thinking about it occasionally. He raised his body slightly and looked over her thin, rugged ridge-like shoulders, taking in the infinite scenery... As his eyes moved downward, a sudden bruise on her chest destroyed this flawless beauty.

Itachi frowned, his fingertips subconsciously brushed the red scar like a new scar, and asked with a frown: "What's wrong with you here?"

Feng Lan looked down at the place indicated by Itachi, and was immediately embarrassed. He hurriedly pulled up his clothes and said vaguely: "It's okay, I was just bitten by a mosquito."

Feng Lan complained in her heart: It's all because of Zhishui's fault!

Itachi was doubtful and asked again: "At this time, are there still mosquitoes?"

"Well," Feng Lan's heart nearly jumped out of her throat, but she still pretended to be calm and said, "I got the tingling at the training ground last week. I felt weird too."

Itachi laughed, slipped his fingertips into her skirt, rubbed the spots in circles twice, and said in a low and ambiguous voice against her ear: "It must be a bite in a place like this. Male mosquito.”

Regardless of whether the speaker is intentional or not, the listener is very intentional. Feng Lan suddenly felt panicked as if her secret had been exposed, and she exclaimed in shame and annoyance: "Brother!"

This sound was like a bell in Itachi's ears, and it instantly woke up Itachi's gradually forgetful mood. When Itachi woke up, he realized how frivolous his actions and words just now were. How could any brother in the world make fun of his frivolous sister like this?

She trusted him so much, without any defense, but he took advantage of her attachment to him and secretly carried out unjustified indecency.

She is ignorant, she is naive, and has no awareness of anything between men and women.

But he is not, he clearly understands his feelings, desires.

Such Feng Lan made Zhishui haunted by dreams and made his heart torment.

By the time Itachi calmed down and regained control of his emotions, something was very wrong with Feng Lan. She collapsed softly in his arms, panting slightly, her whole body burning.

After all, Itachi was well-informed and had seen similar situations during missions. His heart was falling heavily, his face was serious, and he asked sternly: "What's going on?"

Feng Lan panted weakly and replied feebly: "Medicine..."

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Jinjiang abridged version·End

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