Naruto Uchiha Sasuke

The dusk is beautiful and refreshing. The dusk is like a slightly lit oil lamp, a dim and warm yellow cluster.

Through the window, only the side face of the man can be illuminated. In such a situation, the man's whole body seems to be dyed with very gentle strokes one by one, and a ball of light is dyed in the darkness.

The setting sun melts gold outside the window, and the sunset glow reflects half of the sky like an oil painting.

The scenery in the room is not too bad. A mirror in the corner of the house reflects a beautiful girl who is as delicate as a flower and whose skin is better than snow, but the girl's eyes are rosy.

The girl's appearance made anyone feel distressed, but the girl was very strong, and kept biting her lips to prevent herself from crying.

The girl is Quan, and Quan's mood is very complicated now, and he hates Itachi very much in his heart, which cannot be changed in this life.

But Izumi already knew what Itachi meant. Itachi wanted to give Sasuke his own eyes, so that Sasuke could open the eternal kaleidoscope Sharingan!

"You are so confident, you can defeat Sasuke, why don't you give him your eyes?"

Quan had some doubts about the extremely confident Itachi in front of him, and didn't understand why the Itachi in front of him could be so confident, as if everything was within Itachi's expectation.

"Izumi, so I must defeat Sasuke, otherwise my plan cannot be implemented. I have a reason to win this battle of life and death with Sasuke!"

The smile on Itachi's face gradually dissipated, and his expression gradually became suspicious. As soon as he finished speaking, Itachi heard a voice behind him. Quan had a cold smile, as if he was leaning over and whispering in his ear.

"Itachi, I find that you are really ridiculous. Why do you have to win? Are you so confident in yourself?"

Quan raised his eyebrows, and quickly interrupted Itachi's words without a smile, his face was extremely gloomy.

Seeing Itachi's shrunken and silent appearance, Quan smiled, the corners of his mouth were curved thinly, not only the smile fell lightly, his eyes seemed to be wrapped in strength, and his tone was even more unfriendly.

Itachi just smiled when he heard the words, the smile was stiff and short, revealing a trace of bitterness from the bottom of his heart, and there was an unconcealable sadness between his brows.

Itachi's black eyes were deep at the moment, and his handsome features carried a cold aura.

"Quan, don't worry, today is the last time we chat like this, I know all of you think I'm a son, and I also know my mistake.

Whatever you say about me, I don't have anything to say, this is the retribution I deserve, but Quan, you shouldn't be in such pain, you should live happier than me! "

Itachi's voice is deep and hoarse, with a lazy tail, it sounds like the temptation from the deepest part of the darkness.

Itachi's voice has become hoarse, his eyes are bloodshot, and his chest has been floating up and down. Itachi has been trying to calm down his emotions and not let others see his most vulnerable appearance.

Itachi slowly closed his eyes, suddenly tightened his brows, and slowly pursed his paper-pale lips, as if he was enduring great pain.

But the pain in the heart is more unbearable than the pain in the body, if only everything can go back to the way it was before...

Itachi hooked his lips and smiled miserably, his face was extremely pale, there was no gleam in his eyes, and his originally elegant face looked very embarrassed under the washing of tears.

The endless cold wind passed through the window, and the light was dappled. Itachi's face was as pale as frost, and his body trembled slightly, showing an indescribable sense of fragility.

The cold wind blew through Itachi's wrinkled clothes, his messy hair was clear, the dusk had receded, the moonlight shone brightly, and his dark eyes showed an imperceptible desolation.

"Hahahaha, I'm happy, tell me, how can I live happily, live in the midst of killing every day, or think about it every time.

That childhood sweetheart, you, for the sake of the so-called Konoha Village, not only silently murdered Aunt Mikoto.

And if I didn't even reveal a little bit, if it wasn't for the accomplice you called, I don't know why, and my life was spared.

Now I can still see your hypocritical appearance. For a person like you, even if you die, no one will feel sorry for you! "

The corners of Quan's mouth raised slightly, looking at Itachi in front of him, Quan only had the intention of mocking Itachi.

Looking at Quan from the window, his watery eyes are full of melancholy, like a faintly blooming white tan, cold and detached, it makes the ferret's heart ache.

Quan's pale lips were dyed bright red, hot tears poured out of her eyes, the wind gently lifted her long hair, her whole body was broken and desolate.

Quan bit his lip tightly, not letting himself cry out.

Quan's slightly upturned face was a little wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears.

However, that beautiful and ethereal face was pale, bloodless, weak, and heartbreaking.

Quan's tears mixed with reddish blood kept rolling down, and he smiled lightly, broken and desperate, like mad.

Yes, yes, childhood sweetheart, childhood sweetheart.

All ruined by myself, all ruined by myself, all ruined overnight.

Hahahaha!

Itachi's heart was already hurting so much that Itachi felt that he was going to die in the next second, and the spring in front of him became more and more blurred, like a dream.

Everything will be gone in an instant.

Itachi's eyes were already red and swollen, tears glistened in the moist eye sockets, and his trembling lips made a choked sound from time to time.

Itachi's cheeks and chin were wet with tears, and the tears left deep marks on his face.

"Itachi, why are you crying, you are the one who wants to kill me, you are a murderer and arsonist, you have the right to use your tears to win the poor sympathy of others here!

Do you think that your tears can make others think that you are so pitiful, that they should forgive you and love you.

However, I should have died under the blood-red moonlight, died in Itachi's choice, closed my eyes forever, and left this world! "

Quan clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turned white, and his whole body was trembling nonstop.

Quan's shoulders shrugged, as if to bear his own heavy inner pressure. Under Quan's painful expression, the blue veins on his forehead were obviously raised.

Tears had covered their cheeks, and the musty smell in the house could no longer affect them.

"Quan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I, I'm going to die, everything will end this year, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

Itachi's voice trembled like a small trill sounding in the wind, his throat was tight, and each word was accompanied by a deep breath.

In his choked voice, he could still hear the pain and endless sadness deep in his heart.

Itachi lowered his head, never daring to look up at Izumi who was crying in front of him.

The pain spread to all limbs and bones, making Itachi's body tremble, and his whole body felt light, as if he would fall to the ground in a second.