Naruto Uchiha Sasuke

"Quack quack!"

A desolate place, full of crows, sounds very scary and makes people feel very uncomfortable.

I saw a man with his mouth open as wide as the mouth of a box, and he froze for a moment, and then he swallowed two or three mouthfuls of saliva, as if his throat was dry.

"Mr. Itachi, are you in a bad mood recently, why did you make yourself look like this..."

Kisame looked at the blood-stained Itachi in front of him, his eyes were full of disbelief, he couldn't believe why his Mr. Itachi would make such a appearance.

"Cough cough cough..."

Kisame just stared blankly at Itachi, his eyes were lifeless, there were only infinite holes, as if his soul had been hollowed out.

Guixier's lips twitched subconsciously twice, but did not make any sound, and Guixier's heart also sank.

"Hey, Mr. Itachi, don't do anything if you are not in good health. Look at you, your health is getting worse and worse after this year."

"Cough cough cough, I'm fine, I'm fine, the next time I meet Sasuke, it's my death day!"

Itachi covered his mouth and kept coughing, blood had already stained Itachi's hands, but there was no trace of sadness in Itachi's eyes, only relief.

"Mr. Itachi, do you really want to do that? Have you ever thought about living to see this ninja world?"

Guixie looked at Itachi who had already had the will to die in front of him, Guixiong didn't know why, but always felt a sense of desolation in his heart, a kind of sympathetic pain.

"Guixie, in these years, except for some specific people and things, I never thought that it would be you who stayed by my side the longest."

Itachi stood dumbfounded, his heart was tossing up and down, his internal organs seemed to have shifted positions.

His nose was sore, and he wanted to raise his head to keep the tears from falling, but Itachi couldn't hold back his current mood, and two lines of tears rolled down his cheeks.

Itachi could no longer restrain his emotions, and Itachi felt bitter bile gushing into his mouth.

Kisame also felt that the current Mr. Itachi was getting more and more heart-wrenching, and Guisame turned his head, afraid that he would cry.

Kisame is not a sentimental person, but looking at Itachi's current appearance, he suddenly felt as if he had nothing, nothing to lose.

I live like a walking dead, without any thoughts, without any entertainment, as if the prosperity and hustle and bustle of this ninja world have nothing to do with me.

Kisame felt as if he had never owned anything in his life, and now seeing Mr. Itachi's appearance, Guisame began to feel more and more flustered.

Now Kisame is used to having Itachi by his side. Although the two of them can't say that they will live and die together, in Kisame's eyes, they already regard Itachi as their only friend.

"Mr. Itachi, you really don't plan to live a good life, do you really plan to use your own way to bring yourself to an end?"

Kisame took advantage of the situation and sat on the stone beside him, looked up at the sky that had turned blood red, the crows around were screaming non-stop, and the strong smell of blood attracted these crows.

"Guixie, I'm already tired. After all these years, I've been suffering a lot. My hands are full of bloody smell that can't be washed off. They are covered with the blood of my clansmen and parents.

Sasuke's despair is more sticky on it, I have lost everything, I have no desires, no ideals, and no value to live on. "

Itachi sighed slowly, leaned against the big tree, lowered his head, and looked at the blood-red moonlight reflected in the pool beside him.

Every time, it's this blood-red moonlight, every time, every time...

The night of genocide was such an environment. The night after meeting Sasuke last time, the sky was still blood red, and it is still the same now.

Itachi noticed that his eyes were too heavy to lift, and there were a few heavy drops of unknown origin hanging from the long eyelash feathers.

After blinking a few times, he wobbled down and fell down, his vision was hazy, and through the faint water vapor, a face with a dazed expression was reflected.

The night was so quiet, it made Itachi want to cry a little, but the tears that came out were already tears of blood.

Life is so pale, so pale that Itachi feels a little powerless.

Many facts are so cruel, so cruel that Itachi felt very sad.

Itachi feels so clear about his inner feelings and other people's feelings towards him, so clear that Itachi feels a little false.

Is it false or is it false?

Itachi just stood there quietly, with an extremely decadent expression, a flat expression, cold and distant eyes, and a vague smile on the corner of his mouth.

Looking carefully, the smile seemed so weak, it seemed that Itachi laughed out of his own heart, as if he was laughing at himself.

"Mr. Itachi..."

Guixier looked at Itachi and didn't know what to say, finally opened his mouth, called Mr. Itachi, then just pursed his lips and smiled, and didn't speak again.

Itachi just stretched out his blood-stained hands, and slowly raised them up to the bloody moon in the sky, with a slight smile on his face.

Itachi's smile at the moment is cheerful, gentle, but forced, obviously just to maintain the last trace of politeness in front of Kisame...

"Hahaha, life is like this, I found it myself, if I could do it all over again, it would be great, then I can have a happy life.

Hahaha, Itachi, you are really hopeless, hopeless, what kind of will of fire is there, it's just a trick by the superiors to deceive the villagers! "

Itachi looked up at the moon, talked to himself, and smiled happily while talking, the exhaustion on his face was like a blooming golden chrysanthemum.

Itachi's face was like a blooming white orchid, with a smile written on his face, overflowing with contented joy.

"Mr. Itachi, hehehe..."

Laughed, Kisame also smiled bitterly at the side.

The thick and thin, high and low laughter of the two echoed in this quiet summer night, spreading far, far away...

"Ghost, if possible, can I ask you one last thing, my time is not enough for me to complete it.

Some of the mistakes I have made are because I was too late, and some are because I avoided or chose deliberately.

Most of the time I just stand aside in a daze!

I just got wrong time and time again with the right answer, or the right choice, and I never knew how to learn from it and do something counterproductive. "

Itachi smiled and stopped, then looked back at Kisame beside him, with a forced wave in his eyes, covering his face with his hands, wiping the blood and tears on his cheeks.

"Mr. Itachi, tell me, as long as it is something I can do, I will do it for you. After all, in this ninja world, I only have Mr. Itachi. You are a friend like you."

Kisame is also a little sad at the moment, Kisame has gotten used to this cold and indifferent Mr. Itachi, used to Itachi's feeling of being very comfortable when people get close.

Over the past few years, Kisame has felt a feeling of being understood, and the opportunity to be treated as a companion and friend. All this makes Guisam feel that his life has gained another kind of sublimation of value.

This kind of feeling is what Guixiong wanted most. Fortunately, Guixiong met him, and he met a very nice person.

Although this person is indeed a heinous person for many people, it makes many people sneer at him.

But all of this has nothing to do with Kisame, Kisame only knows that Mr. Itachi is very nice and charismatic, and Kisame can't help obeying Itachi's arrangements.

But all of this will soon leave Kisame. It's not that Kisame doesn't want to stop Itachi's determination to die, but it can't be stopped, or shouldn't be stopped.