[Naruto·Itachi BG] Reverse Black and White II

Many times, many people are at a turning point in their destiny without even realizing it. When looking back on the past, the torrent of life is surging, and a certain node is always particularly eye-catching in the rushing turbid flood. It changes the course of the river and changes the mulberry fields. At the time, it was just an ordinary day.

An ordinary lateness, an ordinary task, an ordinary quarrel and reconciliation, exhausted all the "ordinary" in his life.

Rolling sand and stones covered the sky and covered the ground, completely burying him, half of his body pressed down by the boulder. The eye socket where the Sharingan was transplanted was handled carefully by Lin, and she felt no pain at all. In fact, there is no need for a dying person to use such useless efforts.

But that's Lin, the best Lin in the world...

Sand poured into his windpipe and mouth, making it impossible for him to make a sound, even a syllable. But he still kept reciting and repeating the instructions he had just given to his best friend in his heart:

"Kakashi... I'll leave it to you, Lin... and Feng Lan..."

Feng Lan, Feng Lan...his unborn sister who hasn't even had a chance to take a look yet...

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In the Konoha Cemetery, wrapped in a cloak and a striped mask, he stood in front of the newly erected tombstone, silent. A tombstone with two names written on it:

Uchiha Akira

with women

Uchiha Fenglan

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I heard from A Fei that shortly after the Battle of Kannabi Bridge, my mother received the news that he had died in the battle, and she was so sad that she moved her fetus. It happened to be that the battle on the front line was intense, and there were almost no experienced medical ninjas in the rear. So, my mother was in pain all day and night, but she couldn't get over it. Poor his sister, that innocent little life, she went with her mother before she had a chance to see the world.

According to custom, a woman who dies in childbirth must be buried with her dead fetus to avoid turning into a wraith.

Oh, ridiculous!

How could the dead still have thoughts? Only the living undead can hate and complain.

He looked down at this false world without Lin, without his sister and mother, and slapped the ground heavily with his raised hand:

"The art of psychic!"

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The birth of each life depends on the supply of another life: tree seeds fall off the mother branches, and babies are conceived from the mother's body. The former absorbs nutrients and thrives, while the latter withers away after exhausting its essence and blood. It goes round and round, endlessly, just like the debt and repayment of fate, just like the blessing and curse of reincarnation.

The birth of Uchiha Fenglan was so bloody and ominous.

The death of her mother became the initial offering and sacrifice of her life. She, who should not have existed, seemed to be living an extraordinarily difficult life because she was burdened with deep love and sin. She was weak and sickly, and she didn't even have the strength to suck milk. Her cries were like those of a sick cat, which was heart-wrenchingly weak. The slightest disturbance seemed to scare her away. No matter how carefully you take care of it, it is difficult to notice the slightest improvement.

After experiencing more than 400 panicked days and nights, Fugaku and Mikoto finally woke up with deep sadness and regret: I am afraid this is a child who will not grow up and is just struggling to get through life. All the efforts and perseverance are just a tribute to my best friend and his wife who passed away young.

But despite this, the time of departure came earlier than everyone expected.

A chaotic night, a frightening night, and sudden disasters interrupt the dull daily life.

The panic and disorder of escaping drained the last energy from her life. Her cry, which was lying behind her brother, became clearly audible and could no longer be heard.

The little Itachi tried his best to protect his younger siblings and fled into the emergency shelter. He hugged his sister's cold and hardened body absentmindedly, and the dark magatama slowly opened from his blood-red eyes...

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As we all know, Miss Fenglan, the adopted daughter of the Uchiha clan leader Fugaku, has always been mischievous and naughty, and she was favored by the clan leader. No one can tell, so she is very lawless.

But now, I'm afraid she can no longer be arrogant.

There was no other reason. It was just that at the annual reunion between Hinata and Uchiha, this unlearned eldest lady didn't know that she had the wrong strings. She provoked for no reason and insisted on challenging the heir of the Hyuga family to a duel. That's all, but something unexpected happened in this section: when the two of them fell out of bounds together, Miss Hinata was pricked in the eye by a nail on the ground, and her eyes were blank, and she was afraid that she would be scrapped.

Being from a family of pupil arts, the Uchiha clan naturally understands the importance of the Byakugan, especially for the heirs of the clan. As a result, the relationship between the Uchiha and Hyuga clans instantly dropped to a freezing point, almost to the point of being deadlocked, which made the Uchiha clan's situation in Konoha even more difficult.

Although the proud and conceited Uchiha clan looked down upon the village's growing hostility, privately, they all complained about the eldest lady causing trouble.

If there is resentment in one's heart, it will be expressed honestly in words and deeds.

The Uchiha eldest lady, who was once admired by all the stars, suddenly became the target of isolation within the clan. No one will delve into the nail that appeared at the wrong time, and no one will consider the sinister intentions behind all the unreasonable things. The direct culprit is responsible for everything.

Uchiha Fenglan, who was only six years old, could not understand why all the people she knew changed their attitude towards her overnight: her father became extremely silent, her mother always sighed secretly without telling her, her brother and Shisui brother He greeted her with a smile as before, but the eyes looking at her from behind were filled with worry.

Although her family tried their best to maintain the appearance of the past in front of her, the clan members were obviously not that tolerant and kind.

Weird cynicism became her daily routine, and the ignorant and malicious teasing from children of the same age became even more pervasive. Although Feng Lan was clever and escaped most of the pranks, she could not turn a blind eye to them all.

After once again successfully retaliating with a trap and letting the little brats who set her up ask for trouble, the adults in their family have indiscriminately complained to the evildoers many times and come to the door first. While Fugaku was tired of dealing with these bear parents, Feng Lan sneaked out of the house secretly.

She ran so fast through the dark forest that she didn't even notice that a branch had scratched her arm and cheek. She was fed up with days like this. She felt tired, bored, and funny.

She carefully avoided Itachi and Shisui who were looking for her, and sat alone on the edge of the cliff, hugging her legs, looking at the mountains, moon and deep cliffs in silence, as if she was thinking a lot, but at the same time she seemed to be thinking nothing.

After an unknown amount of time, a dark shadow slowly walked away from her, completely covering her little figure from behind. As if feeling something, Feng Lan turned around and looked.

The person who came was not someone who came to look for her, but a strange cloaked man wearing a black-striped orange-red one-eyed mask. He squatted in front of her to be level with her, stretched out his hand to her, and said to her:

"This world has no value, only hurt and pain..."

"Think about the Uchiha clan who are full of malice towards you, think about your parents and brothers who turn a blind eye to your situation..."

"No one cares about you, no one understands you, except me..."

"Come on, follow me, and I will take you to create a world centered on you..."

Such empty, false and ignorant words, but she seemed to be bewitched. The small hand grasped the outstretched hand that was covered airtightly by a black glove.

The moon was dyed red with killing and blood.

The little Feng Lan stood on the edge of the cliff holding a bloody sword. She suddenly woke up from the nightmare, but found that she could never get out of this nightmare.

From now on, she will never see her father who lectures her with a straight face but buys her all kinds of gifts, her mother who prepares all kinds of delicious food for her, and her brothers, Shisui brother, and Sasuke who always protect her. …

She regretted it.

She is far less paranoid and cold-blooded than she thinks.

The tears on her face were cold. She raised the knife that had slaughtered countless lives, and aimed the bloodthirsty blade at her neck, slicing it open without hesitation.

The sword fell off the cliff, and her body fell right after her. Blood spread all over the sky, like red snow.

Being one step late, he still didn't catch her.

He stood dangerously on the edge of the cliff, and the Sharingan under the striped mask showed a swirling pattern of crimson and jet black. His figure disappeared out of thin air, but he was back to where he was in the next moment, with a small body in his arms.

He put Feng Lan on the ground. The wound on her neck was so deep that she could see the bones. The blood soaked the whole clothes. It looked like she was hopeless. But he still checked her pulse without giving up, and then angrily hit her on the leg.

"Cowardly!" He cursed in a low voice, not knowing whether it was pain or hatred.

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The branches of different world lines overlap and finally converge and lead to the present.

Obito gradually regained consciousness from the endless cycle of nightmares, and the coldness that engulfed his whole body made him wake up quickly. He was lying in a field of snow, and everything he saw was a flawless cold white. He reached out and touched his face to make sure that the mask was still on his face. He couldn't help but feel relieved. Then he stood up and sat cross-legged in the snow, looking around at the situation.

The heavy snow is still falling endlessly, blurring the vision, and only the shadowy buildings behind the snow can be vaguely glimpsed. Not far away stood a big dead tree, covered with white snow and ice, which became a strange and eye-catching sight in the dark night. The ferocious and twisted branches stretch out in the wind and snow, trembling majestically but standing firm, showing a sense of pride and integrity.

From this iconic scene, coupled with the nearby architectural environment, Obito quickly deduced where he was: the atrium of an ancient house.

It seemed that they were dispersed by the mysterious power that had just opened the temple, but I don't know where the others went.

He stood up and moved his hands and feet on the spot. After making sure that there was nothing serious about him, he was ready to leave to find his teammates. Let others forget it, but Feng Lan is obviously being targeted, and something is bound to happen to her; and this damn girl always lets her go as she pleases, and is so noisy that he really doesn't want her under his nose. I am worried.

Just as he was thinking so casually, his steps suddenly stopped. Amid the rustling of the wind and snow, there was a familiar cry of a baby. The cry was thin and weak, like a sick little kitten, and it continued continuously, making people anxious, painful and upset.

Impossible, how is it possible? !

He opened his eyes wide and looked involuntarily in the direction where the crying came from. The voice seemed to anticipate that Obito was looking for it, and the volume suddenly became much clearer, but it was still weak, as if it might die at any time.

It came from behind the dead tree!

Obito narrowed his eyes slightly and walked slowly towards the big tree cautiously. As he got closer, the cries gradually subsided, but the sound of hammers gradually became louder. Ding, ding, ding... the sound with sharp echoes sounded rhythmically, every time, as if it was hammered into people's hearts every time. The nursery rhymes heard countless times in the ancient house were also sung quietly at the same time, but the lyrics Slightly different:

"...

Sickness, sickness, go away quickly

Sick people, reduced to bones and only skin left

Even if your voice becomes mute, no one will care.

Sickness, sickness, go away quickly

Sick people, their eyes are swollen from crying and their hair is falling out

Even if she lost it, no one would look for her.

Sickness, sickness, go away quickly

Where will you follow it, O sick man?

Where on earth are you taking her..."

Obito advanced in a roundabout way, and as the distance got closer, the blocking effect of the snow and fog was reduced to a minimum. He detoured behind the tree and saw a little girl with a high ponytail and a snow-blue organza dress. Judging from her height, she looked about seven or eight years old. The girl's back was facing him, holding a hammer and driving the nails of the straw man into the tree trunk one by one.

The girl seemed to have noticed him, so she stopped hammering and turned around slowly.

Obito's breathing suddenly hitched. The little girl in front of me is actually Feng Lan when she was a child!

That's not entirely true. Her complexion was a bluish-white color unique to the dead, and her exposed skin was covered with purple spots. There was a wide cut on her neck, and there were traces of decay on the upturned edges. The blood had stopped flowing, and only a dark brown residue remained, infecting and staining the cute but broken skirt in a jet-like trajectory.

She stared straight at Obito, her delicate and pretty facial features set off by the pale and slightly rotten skin, which gave off an eerie beauty, like the flowers blooming from the bones and corpses, the splendor of death.

Then she smiled. But the smile didn't reach his eyes, and he only asked him word by word: "Why?"

"...Why do you want to frame me?"

"...Why do you want to deceive and bewitch me?"

"……Why……"

"You took me to you, but why did you abandon me in the end?"

Her innocent smile was filled with unspeakable cruelty and malice. She seemed ignorant but called him meaningfully:

"elder brother……"

Obito's fists clenched tightly.