Naruto Uchiha Sasuke

Izumi was crying silently, Itachi was stunned, and wanted to reach out his hand to wipe the tears on Izumi's face, but his outstretched hand seemed to be stung by a bee, and before touching Izumi's cheek, Itachi retracted.

How can a villain like myself deserve to be contaminated and touched by Quan, right, Quan...

Itachi bit his lip expressionlessly, blood streaked across the void, his face was as pale as snow, but his dark eyes were full of charming waves.

At this moment, Itachi's lips were dark red like dried blood, but the sides of his cheeks were cold and white, and his eyes were dimmed, looking forward, showing unreasonable loneliness.

Itachi doesn't know why, but he, who has always controlled his emotions very well, can't control his inner feelings more and more.

Now the eye sockets have already turned red for a few times, and they are clearly filled with water mist, but they seem to be covered by deep mist, like stagnant water in a pond full of silt.

Quan also noticed Itachi's small movements, and the hand that stretched out and retracted. Quan was not happy at all. Over the years, Quan's hatred for Itachi became stronger and stronger.

If it weren't for what Itachi did, then I and Sasuke wouldn't be living so painfully, and I could watch Sasuke grow up well.

Hatred will never disappear in this lifetime, even if Itachi, who already has the will to die in front of him, is about to die, the hatred in Quan's heart will always exist in his heart.

Thinking of this, Quan suddenly raised his head, staring at Itachi with a pair of radiant eyes, his eyes were fierce, full of outrageous anger and hatred, looking eerie and creepy.

Itachi stared closely at Izumi's eyes, not letting go of every subtle look in her eyes, and found that her eyes became extremely sharp.

Quan's eyes at this time were like knives, with a threatening chill, and gradually revealed a murderous intent that could not be concealed.

Itachi looked at her from top to bottom with a brand-new gaze, and found that there seemed to be a layer of faint mist floating in her eyes, and there was an obvious sense of alienation in her eyes, which seemed a little strange.

Itachi's mentality is about to collapse due to these blows. He has lived for more than [-] years, and he seems to have lost any smile on his face since the night of the genocide.

So much so that now, no one feels that he has done such a great thing, and no one feels how good he is.

I was like the mouse crossing the street, everyone shouted and beat me, so it goes without saying for Quan.

When I knew that Quan was still alive, I felt an inexplicable feeling in my heart. Itachi felt happy and a little shocked.

The happy thing is that Quan is still alive, and the shocking thing is how I will face Quan...

Facts have proved that I really don't know how to face Quan, and every time I chat with Quan, it ends without a problem, or it makes me feel physically and mentally exhausted.

At the beginning, Itachi still felt that he was a hero of Konoha, although it was only in the dark, but as time went by, Itachi seemed to realize that he was wrong, that he was on the wrong path...

I don't care about anyone's eyes, but the eyes of Izumi and Sasuke made Itachi feel like sitting on pins and needles, and then Sasuke's Chunin exam.

The chat between Sasuke and the Third Hokage made Itachi feel that Sasuke seemed to see it more clearly than himself.

Itachi felt that he was so hypocritical and said that he loved Sasuke, but it seemed that many people loved Sasuke more than himself as an older brother.

Izumi in front of me is a living example. Izumi's love for Sasuke is too pure. He and Sasuke are still connected by blood. The two are brothers.

And Izumi is just an older sister of Sasuke, who loves Sasuke so much, it makes Itachi feel ashamed, his brother has failed too much.

Itachi wandered lost in the house, faltering, dancing on the stage like a puppet about to collapse.

Itachi leaned against the wall in frustration like this, every cell in his body seemed to be drained of strength, unable to take a step forward.

Itachi rubbed his temples weakly, staring at himself in the blurred mirror, the tired and helpless figure, shaking his head ridiculously.

Itachi wanted to go out for a breath of air, but it felt stuffy inside the house, but Itachi felt that he was staggering, and even one step seemed difficult, as if heavy shackles bound his legs.

Itachi's hands began to droop, no longer the firmness and strength of the past.

The slightly trembling fingertips revealed the fragility and hesitation in his heart.

Itachi, who has always been sensitive, now moves slowly and sluggishly, as if he has lost his sensitivity and response to the outside world.

"Izumi, Sasuke will leave it to you in the future. At the end of this year, everything will be over. By then, you won't have to see the disgusting me anymore."

Itachi's voice was hoarse and weak, like a faint wind, unable to attract anyone's attention.

In the windy environment, Itachi's voice gradually disappeared, as if being blown away by the ruthless wind, without attracting anyone's attention.

His lips trembled, his voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, as if he was overwhelmed by endless frustration and difficulties.

Quan she sighed weakly, her heart was full of despair and depression, as if even breathing became a burden.

"You don't need to say, I will protect Sasuke well, instead of becoming someone like you!"

Izumi held his heavy eyelids and spoke slowly with Itachi, every word revealing frustration and exhaustion.

Itachi could only smile bitterly, staring at the withered grass under the moonlight outside the window, as if he was just a speck of dust, an insignificant existence.

Itachi felt that he was sinking gradually, swallowed deeply by the sense of powerlessness, and he was just like the dust blown by the wind, small and inconspicuous.

It seemed that there was an invisible hand tightly holding Itachi's heart, making Itachi unable to breathe, move, or break free.

Powerlessness and embarrassment rushed towards his face like an invisible wind, completely engulfing Itachi.

And Itachi himself could only endure the endless pain silently, because apart from that, Itachi really had nothing left.

And Quan was not much better, her thoughts were intertwined in her mind chaotically, unable to find an exit.

Every breath seems to be absorbing endless pain, and every heartbeat seems so weak.

Itachi just leaned on the gray chair, his body seemed to be tightly fixed there by invisible shackles.

Itachi felt like a withered leaf, drifting helplessly with the wind, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find a chance to gain a firm foothold.

Just like the bird in the cage, its wings have been cut off, and it can no longer fly...all in vain...

No matter how hard Itachi himself tried, he couldn't escape this hopeless predicament, as if trapped in a dark and boundless ocean.

Itachi's face was contorted, his hands covered his abdomen, and he fell to the ground in pain.

His breathing was short and unsteady, and cold sweat oozes from his forehead, as if his stomach had been seriously injured.

Itachi clenched his teeth, trying not to let out a moan.

Itachi's body trembled violently, curled up involuntarily, raised his hands to cover his temples, and tried his best to maintain the posture of sitting there.

But it was useless, the veins on his temples and the back of his hands burst out, he bit his lower lip hard, but the lower lip was bitten blue, and he couldn't restrain his rapid breathing.

"Pfft, cough, cough..."

Itachi felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spewed out, like a kite with a broken string.

Itachi's eyes could hardly be opened, and Itachi felt so tired...

mom and dad...

stop water...

spring……

Sasuke...

I was wrong, wrong...

I should die too, to free myself from this painful life...