[Naruto·Itachi BG] Reverse Black and White II

“…blubber candle…light the blubber candle.”

Itachi suddenly opened his eyes.

This voice was very familiar to him, and he had a frank conversation with its owner not long ago.

"Brother, that is?..." Feng Lan also opened her eyes in disbelief, apparently hearing the voice, and eagerly asked Itachi for confirmation.

"Listen to him and move faster." Itachi ordered hastily, taking out the blubber candle from his ninja bag and handing it to Feng Lan. He seemed to want to get up, but halfway through he sat back because he was dizzy.

Feng Lan didn't dare to delay and quickly took the candle from Itachi and lit it.

Blue flames popped up from the heart of the flames. Wherever the light of the blubber candle touched, the haze receded, revealing only the old and dilapidated appearance of the ancient house. The surroundings suddenly became very quiet. The wind and snow outside had stopped, leaving only the unique silence behind the snow, occasionally mixed with the tinkling sound of dripping water, which was the soft sound of slightly melted snow dripping down the ice under the eaves. .

The cold-toned light was extremely reassuring at this time. Feng Lan relaxed, and for a moment she felt that her whole body was paralyzed and she could hardly hold herself up. Her consciousness, disturbed by the mist miasma illusion, gradually returned to normal, and the injuries on her body disappeared without a trace. Recalling the previous moment in a daze, it seemed as if I had fallen into a very deep and real nightmare. There was no trace, but I was left full of exhaustion and powerlessness.

Feng Lan just took a breath and then leaned over to check on Itachi: "Brother, are you okay?"

In the dim light and shadow, Itachi's face was pale and he was taking a nap with half-closed eyes. He sat casually on the ground with one leg propped up. There was a hint of tiredness in his calmness. There was still blood remaining on his cheek, but he had no time to wipe it away.

Itachi listened to Feng Lan's strong words and moved quickly. He knew that Feng Lan was fine and felt relieved, so he casually said: "I'm fine." He answered with a slight tilt of his head, but when he looked at Feng Lan, his pupils were not clear. focal length.

Feng Lan breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel heartbroken and blamed himself: It was his indecisiveness that made Itachi excessively use the Mangekyō Sharingan.

Itachi seemed to see through Feng Lan's uneasiness, and gave her instructions: "I have a medicine pack to relieve eye fatigue in my ninja bag. Please help me apply it."

When Feng Lan heard that Weasel had prepared some medicinal materials for his eyes, he hurriedly rummaged through his body. When he found it, he found that they were just ordinary medicines such as mulberry leaves, wild chrysanthemums, and cassia seeds. They were crushed slightly and packed with fine gauze. Done. If Weasel hadn't said anything, Feng Lan would have thought it was a health tea bag.

She was quite pleased just now that at least Itachi knew how to take care of herself, but in the end, this maintenance was too rough, right? Feng Lan secretly made up her mind that when she got out, she would give Itachi a good prescription for his eyes.

But it was better to do something expedient than nothing. Feng Lan asked Itachi to take the blubber candle, quickly soaked the medicine pack with the water in the water bag, and applied it to Itachi's eyes. Regardless of whether this medicine has any therapeutic effect, it would be nice if it can alleviate the discomfort caused by using the Mangekyo Sharingan.

Itachi pressed the herbal bag on his right eye and applied slight pressure with his palm, and the cold water overflowed with an almost inaudible faint medicinal fragrance, which was very soothing. It had just snowed outside and the temperature inside was very low, so even the water at room temperature had a biting coldness, but he needed this coldness to soothe his burning eyes. Physiological tears accumulated at the end of his eyes, Itachi breathed a long sigh of relief and finally relaxed completely.

Feng Lan Bingzhu knelt down beside him, watching him intently, and felt relieved after seeing this. Only then did she have the intention to ask the question that had been pressing in her heart just now: "...Brother, that voice just now was..."

Itachi didn't make a sound. He raised his head slightly and leaned against the wall, as if he was asleep.

Feng Lan waited for a long time, but received no response, thinking that it was probably something Itachi was hiding from her again. Just when she was about to give up, she heard Itachi's voice coming faintly, so soft and low, as if she couldn't bear to disturb the eternal sleep of the dead soul: "...just a ghost lingering in longing..."

Feng Lan's breath was stagnant. She had made such a guess before, but this idea was so fanciful that even she had doubts about it; now that Itachi had confirmed it, she couldn't help but be excited.

"Then him!..." She sat up straight and asked hurriedly.

But Itachi was unfazed: "...People in the other world should return to the other world. The nostalgia and unfinished obsession in this world will make the soul of the deceased uneasy..." His words were rational and cold, completely indifferent. The listener was heartbroken, "...there is no place for him here..." He took the medicine bag off his eyes and held it in his hand, without noticing the turbid medicine spilling from his fingers, "...our world, There’s no room for him.”

She knew clearly that Itachi was telling the truth, but Feng Lan couldn't help but feel sad.

The existence of some people is like a fire on a cold night, brightening the present and the past. Even if the person dies and the lights go out, in the falling shadows of time, his image is still as clear as yesterday, bit by bit, everywhere.

Feng Lan suddenly felt sad, but when she spoke, her voice was very calm: "There was once a very important person in my life. Unfortunately, I never felt his importance when he was there. Later he Even if he is dead, even if I cry to him, call him, and beg him, he will never come back..."

Itachi listened silently, clutching the medicine bag in his hand tighter and tighter, and the water stains soaked the corners of his clothes.

Why isn't he like this? Why isn't he like this...

Itachi suddenly felt an empathetic loneliness, and Feng Lan's words spoke to his heart. It's just that he is much slower than Feng Lan. He didn't wake up until he was at the end of his journey and regretted his mistakes. However, it was too late.

Turbulence surged in his heart, but his face remained calm and calm.

The blubber candle burned quietly, and the faint blue light seemed to come from the other world, connecting yin and yang. Perhaps it was the sudden news from an old friend that touched her emotions, which made Feng Lan feel a little melancholy, like duckweed in the wind, with no branches to rely on. She leaned closer to Itachi, as if she wanted to find some support and comfort for herself, pulled his sleeve, and whispered: "Brother... don't leave me... promise me, never leave me..."

The more she spoke, the more excited she became. She almost came right in front of him. Finally, she shook his hand like a rogue, and said earnestly: "Brother, Brother Zhisui is gone, and your parents are no longer here. You can't leave me, and you can't ever leave me again." Leave me... okay? Can you promise me? "

Feng Lan's eyes were covered with a layer of clear water. Under the reflection of the blue candlelight, they looked like bright night pearls in the deep sea, crossing the endless waves and undercurrents before his eyes. Looking at her with such eyes, he could hardly refuse to answer all her requests.

However, Itachi still had his wits about him.

Facing Feng Lan's earnest gaze, he remained silent. Because, he found that he couldn't make any promises to her.

Itachi's avoidance silently gave her the answer. Feng Lan's mood was like a fish leaping, thrown high into the air and then falling into the water. She desperately and slowly let go of Itachi's hand and whispered unconsciously: "Can't it be done? Is it really not possible..."

The moment his fingertips were about to leave, he was suddenly held down by Itachi. Feng Lan was startled and looked at Itachi at a loss.

"Feng Lan..." he called softly, his pronunciation slightly longer between each syllable, and his breath was like a thread of nostalgia and affection. He looked at her for a moment, his eyes were extremely sincere and serious, and her face and figure were clearly reflected in his lacquer-like eyes.

"...No matter where I am, no matter whether I can be by your side or not, you remember..." He said it very slowly and with difficulty, but extremely firmly. It was obvious that every word was carefully thought out.

"……I will always love you."

He finally said what he'd always wanted to say to her. As for how she understood it, he didn't want to ask more. He even intentionally led her to understand in the wrong direction.

Feng Lan's eyes suddenly widened. All this happened so suddenly that she was not prepared at all. Beautiful but broken, like a dream in the abyss of chaos, so beautiful that it is broken, disjointed and prepared, making people linger and forget to leave.

In the midst of great joy and sorrow, Feng Lan laid her head in Weasel's arms and burst into tears.