[Naruto·Itachi BG] Reverse Black and White II

Itachi sat in the corner, his yukata hanging loosely around his body, tied with a simple slip knot with his belt and tied casually. It had been a long time since he had tried such a relaxed and comfortable outfit. His strict and rigid father had repeatedly told him since he was a child that clothing could best demonstrate a ninja's character and tolerance. Therefore, every day since he was sensible, he has always been meticulous. Even in the most innocent years when he was a child, as the eldest son in the family, he was bound to protect his younger siblings from wind and rain, and he never relaxed or indulged.

Rigorous, self-disciplined, outstanding, able to make good decisions...

People had racked their brains to give him countless kind words, creating a perfect divine light and immortal hope that was unique to him; but he finally used the most brutal and decisive way to let them understand what it means to not understand people. .

Memories always bring out the sweetness from the pain, tempting him to endure the regret and hatred and willingly get closer to absorb the slightest sweetness. After holding on to the thread, he stretched out his arms and pulled, peeling off the cocoon. Only then did he suddenly realize the frightening bloody smell hidden under the sweetness.

That smells like sin.

Itachi's throat tightened. He raised his hand, raised the tea cup and drank a cup of cool strong tea to suppress the boredom and depression that was about to come out of his chest.

At this time, a glass of strong wine should be served, which may be more appropriate and enhance the atmosphere.

But he can't.

Even in this very wild moment for him, he must maintain a semblance of sanity and sobriety.

His hands were loosely holding the empty cup and slumped down, resting on his upturned legs as if they were helpless. His eyes fell unfocused on the corner of the room that was the only source of light.

The hotel room was very dark, with only a few or two floor lamps on in the large Japanese-style room. It was like the misty light of dusk, which shone neatly on the intentionally aged withered plum vase in the corner. The plum branches are slanting and rugged, with only the calyxes of the branches slightly open. They are about to bloom, but are about to wither but not withered. They are frozen in the spring but are not yet dead, and the withering and prosperity are unpredictable. Light and shadow blend, light dust flies. The thin shadows of the withered plums are projected on the wall, and the shadows of the branches are tangled. They are so unique that they are ancient and difficult to draw and imitate. Looking at them gives you a chill to your bones.

He raised his eyes slightly and faced the half-open shoji on the wall. The bright moon is floating in the sky, as if suspended between the cracks of the window, the clear light is shining, and the frost is flowing thousands of miles away. In the cool night, the stars were sinking, and the half-moon was half full. The brilliant light lingered on the tips of his brows and hair, as if it was just for him to shine through the flowers in the courtyard, and only to shine on the desolate and bustling scenery. When he frowned and sighed, he chased the light across the sky, and the moon filled the mountains and rivers.

Itachi looked at the dark window under the bright moon and couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If the sky is bright and clear, looking from here, you can probably see the peaks, forest valleys, clouds, rain and flowing springs, right? Sure enough, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is invisible in the dark.

Sighing softly, the remaining tea in the empty cup in his hand dripped down the wall of the cup, blending silently into the dry tatami mat, and disappeared without a trace for a moment. But he heard the clear sound of water flowing by, like a pool of spring water being stirred unintentionally by a charming and gentle hand, raising soft waves and small waves, as if there was a mountain rain.

He turned his head to look at the sliding paper door. On the other side of the door was Feng Lan, who was soaking in the hot spring.

This is a hot spring hotel with private hot springs. It is located on the hillside on the outskirts of Damingfu in Kawanoguni. It overlooks the most prosperous commercial street in the city, with a small mountain lake at its back and a rare underground hot spring; it is a resort for recuperation and leisure. A great place to visit.

Such a good place was naturally chosen by Feng Lan.

I don't know where she got the news. They had booked a room early in the morning and all they had to do was pack their bags and check in. The three best suites, each with a small courtyard and private hot spring bath, also come with kaiseki cuisine and breakfast omakase.

In this regard, Xie Xie's evaluation of Feng Lan is: he worked hard to collect information about eating, drinking and having fun; he used his feet to get information about the mission in a perfunctory manner.

With such a comfortable, elegant, and refreshing environment, even if people know that they are at risk of being exposed, it is difficult to resist its huge appeal. Who can resist the temptation of hot spring drinks and delicious food? In addition, Feng Lan gave them another reassurance. She said: The poor Konoha people who are nervous and incompetent during the mission will definitely not set foot in such a high-consumption, pure enjoyment resort hotel. They will stay for one night. Leave as soon as the light comes on, and you'll be fine!

Although everyone knew that Feng Lan might not even believe her lies, but she just wanted to give herself an excuse to indulge, so Feng Lan's nonsense analysis at this time was very weighty. Although the "really fragrant" arrived late, several persevering and self-improving S-class rebellious ninjas finally gave in to their inner desires and happily checked into the hot spring resort hotel.

Everything is perfect.

The only embarrassing thing is that the people who booked this level of suites are probably newlyweds on their honeymoon, so the hotel waiter sprinkled a lot of red rose petals in the hot spring and put them on the mattress. With love, I also lit scented candles with strong rose scent, which is very bourgeois and romantic.

This extra decoration made Deidara scream angrily and Kisame's mouth twitched as if he had Parkinson's disease; but Feng Lan liked it very much. She went downstairs for dinner and asked the waiter if she had any extra roses and if she could put them in her. Lay another layer on the tatami in the room and around the bed...

Little did she know that after seeing the layout of the room, there was a moment of secret shock and panic beneath his calm appearance.

There are three rooms for six people, so the allocation of personnel accommodation becomes a problem. Feng Lan couldn't help but kicked Kisame away from Itachi, and then pretended to mediate: "My brother and I can share a room, whoever fights with whomever, it's up to you, I won't interfere."

Kisame's expression at that time was like "Do you think I have any other choice?" written on his face in big characters with a big question mark.

But speaking of it, there is no objection. Feng Lan is a girl who usually sleeps in the open air. Now that there is a hotel, it is really unreasonable for her to spend the night in the same room with men other than Itachi; and Kisame himself cannot risk being regarded as a pervert. If you risk and frantically try to dismantle the "Sapphire Group", then you have no choice but to give in and sleep with A Fei.

The world where only Kisame was injured has been reached.

Of course, during this period, Ah Fei also made a fuss about wanting to share a room with Feng Lan. But before Itachi's Sharingan glanced over, the conscience-stricken Kisame grabbed him by the collar and dragged him away.

To be honest, when it comes to enjoyment, no one can compare to Feng Lan.

After dinner is the long-awaited bath time. Although there is a large public bath in the hotel, people who stayed in the honeymoon [crossed out] exclusive suite with its own private bathing courtyard naturally can't bear to squeeze into the public bath again. So several people went back to their respective houses and dispersed without mentioning anything.

After returning to the room with Feng Lan, Itachi suddenly discovered a very serious problem that he had always ignored: How should he and Feng Lan take a bath?