[Hokage] One tit for another

I sat under the tree all night with Itachi.

When it was dawn, I groped my way home by the faint light and tidied myself up.Running in the jungle and using the fire escape too much, I had fine wounds on my hands and feet, and two blisters in my mouth.

Parents came home before breakfast, father put on a normal look and sat at the dining table reading the newspaper, and mother started to make breakfast.I waited until it was dawn before I kicked and stomped downstairs, pretending to have just woken up.

Everything is as usual.

In addition to the tiredness and worry in the eyes of my parents, and the scattered wounds covered by my trousers and long sleeves.

The illusion of peace created by such painstaking efforts seems a bit ridiculous. What's even more ridiculous is that my parents think that I am sleeping at home, and Itachi is on a mission; Itachi thinks that my parents and I are safe and sound at home; look for a job.I didn't do anything all night, but I kept myself busy and tired, and I got hurt all over my body.

Because the vision is still in black and white, I can't see clearly. I accidentally picked up several pieces of pickled radish, which I usually don't like to eat. Fortunately, everyone was absent-minded and didn't notice this detail.

I chewed, the sour radish broke the blisters in my mouth, and the sting was painful. I calmly swallowed these things mixed with pus, and when I was unhappy, I threw a piece of fried egg to the patriarch , scooped a few spoonfuls of natto by the way.

Itachi may be a heretic by nature, he is the only one in the family who likes to eat that stinky thing.

As far as the patriarch is concerned, if fried eggs are among the ranks that can be eaten with a gritted teeth, then natto can only stay in the trash can forever.

A few spoonfuls of sticky natto occupied the entire bowl of the patriarch, and his face instantly turned green.

I pretended I didn't know anything, buried myself in the rice, let the patriarch stuff a few mouthfuls of rice balls in a hurry, and left the house.

My mother looked at me with a smile on the side, as if she had seen through my little thoughts.

I thought she would say me, but she was silent for a while, then suddenly sighed softly, and patted my head.

The sigh was as light as a breeze, I was still in a daze, and my mother had already gone to wash the dishes as usual.

Itachi didn't come back until near dusk, and when he saw me, he showed a faint smile.

At that moment, the sun poured down from behind Itachi, dyeing everything warm.

The long black hair like crow feathers made Itachi's face pale. He still smiled as before, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the brows were bent down. Night Breeze, quiet and gentle.

I froze for a moment, and suddenly realized that the smiling, bright and gentle boy had finally disappeared in time.

I'm tugging at my little comforter, just waking up on the porch.Itachi carried a tray, fetched refreshments, patted my head, and sat down beside me.I moved my butt to the side to make room for Itachi, on the one hand I was afraid that he would find the scratches on my body.

We each held a cup of tea and drank quietly.

The sun was setting, and dusk was the most beautiful moment of the day. The warm halo shrouded the courtyard, and the big trees swayed with the wind.

A few birds flew over the eaves, and small shadows were fleeting in the pond.

Actually I am very tired.

That night was like a nightmare, but after waking up from the dream, there was a sense of trance and unreality.

I still remember the vibration and impact of the roaring waterfall, and Zhishui's terrifyingly calm face, as the cold water slowly passed over him, that face gradually changed from a smile to a dull and hollow death.

But now, I just feel that everything is quiet, so quiet and peaceful that it is unreal.

"Sasuke...do you hate me?"

In the orange sunset, Itachi asked suddenly.

Hearing this question suddenly, I froze, put down the teacup in my hand, raised my head and looked at him carefully.Itachi's face was a little haggard, with faint bruises under his eyes, and red bloodshot eyes at the corners of his eyes.

Itachi is very bad.

This is something anyone with a discerning eye can see.But other than me, the Uchiha idiot, no one seemed to notice it at all - maybe Mom did, but she didn't know what to say.

Shisui's death hit Itachi too hard, beyond my imagination, he didn't sleep all night, and he also suffered from the pain when the kaleidoscope Sharingan opened his eyes.The respected elder brother entrusted him with a heavy responsibility before he died, which forced Itachi to do that and made him even more paranoid.

Because there are too many things on my shoulders, I can't stop anymore, and I have to go on.

For the thousand and first time, I had to curse Shisui in my heart.

Since he likes to die, I might as well get rid of him earlier, so as not to hurt Weasel like this.

However, Itachi said well, why did he suddenly ask such a strange question?In just one night, what strange things came up in his stubborn little mind?

I thought I was being obvious all the time, so to speak, with Itachi, I have exhausted all my patience in my life, before that, I have never bathed, cut my hair, slept with anyone, dealt with The wound, even I dare not send goods to him casually, for fear of accidentally hurting his fragile heart.

I can't wait to put him in my arms to warm him up, how dare he say "I hate him"?This is a challenge to me!

Hey?wait.

Itachi is a very sensitive person, did he find out that I actually hate him?No way, I never showed it!

If he was really hated by his younger brother, this guy wouldn't have the idea of ​​"the world is so boring, even my younger brother hates me, why don't we just exterminate the whole family"?

In order to get rid of Itachi's terrible thought, I firmly shook my head, letting Itachi see the seriousness in my eyes: "No, why does brother think so?"

Itachi looked at me for a while, then smiled softly, with the kind of gentleness that is usually the most common to me, as if the exhaustion disappeared in this instant.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you hate me." Itachi said, he looked at the big tree in the courtyard, the luxuriant leaves were spreading, and the sunlight shone through the gaps, "After all, because of my existence, I must have caused Sasuke a lot of distress. Father already..." Just started, Itachi stopped immediately, he stared blankly at the courtyard not far away, seemed to be in a daze, then lowered his eyes, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

Itachi made a slip of the tongue. He has always been a person who strictly abides by the rules, not to mention respecting his elders and using honorifics for others.With his personality, no matter what, he would never talk about his father easily, but he did say it for a while.Not only because he was not in shape today, but also because of the long-standing grievances in his heart.

Itachi also knew this, if he hadn't thought about it many times in his heart, how could he say it casually.

I don't know how to respond, after all, I also participated in the conflict between Itachi and his father.Because the initial conflict was not due to the rebellion plan of the Uchiha clan, but the father's neglect of the idiot young son.Itachi is upset about this, I can feel it, but I don't know how to tell him.

In fact, it’s just a different way of love. My father has pampered me so much that I always thought they would have another child to replace the idiot’s young child, but they didn’t. —Unfortunately, this is not something I can say.

"Sasuke, actually I heard that day, I was outside all the time. There must be a lot more I don't know. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't..." Itachi whispered, he was really depressed, this emotion It is rare for him, it seems that Zhishui's death has completely plunged him into the quagmire of self-loathing.

What are these and what?I froze for a while before I realized what Itachi was talking about.It turned out that when he picked me up that day, he actually heard the sarcastic remarks from the little kid.

I was a little dumbfounded for a while.

I only know Itachi's way of speaking is very literary, but I didn't expect him to become a glass-hearted literary girl overnight.I had to interrupt him: "I said, are you being too self-indulgent?"

"Huh?" Itachi froze for a moment.

"Didn't you always hope that I could find playmates of the same age? I obviously made friends, but you still pay attention to people who have nothing to do with you. Besides, what does that have to do with you?" I frowned and looked at him , "Isn't it great to have an excellent brother? You taught me my shuriken and taijutsu. Didn't I take the first place in school?"

"Besides, it's very face-saving to have a powerful elder brother say it." I thought for a while and added, "Excellence is not a mistake, on the contrary, it's a gift from heaven, Itachi."

Itachi kept looking at me, and when I finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and poked my forehead. Seeing me covering my forehead and glaring at him, he smiled and said, "I want to call you brother."

"How attached are you to 'brother'?" I muttered in a low voice.

"Excellence also has its troubles." Itachi didn't hear my muttering, he put down the teacup in his hand, and said softly, "If you have strength, you will be isolated and arrogant, even if you were entrusted with the best at the beginning. expectations."

"Sasuke." Itachi looked at me and smiled slightly, "You are my only brother in this world, I will continue to exist as an obstacle you must overcome, and continue to exist in this world, even if you hate me. It's called brother."

I frowned, this sounded very ominous, is this what he thought?

"Is it the so-called elder brother's arrogance to think that my younger brother must hate me?" I asked, "Why did I not know that I have so much distress?"

Itachi smiled and stretched out his hand to me. I leaned back vigilantly, thinking that he was going to poke my forehead again, but he just put his finger on the center of my eyebrow and brushed it slowly.His fingertips were slightly cool, and at a certain moment, it seemed that there was an irresistible tenderness, and I involuntarily stretched my brows following his movements.

"Actually, Sasuke has been frowning since he was a child, and he doesn't like to smile very much. It's rare to see Sasuke laughing. I always hope that Sasuke can be happier. Because... I always feel that Sasuke seems to have a own world, and that world was filled with sorrow."

My heart skipped a beat for an instant, I was taken aback for a moment, and looked at him with wide eyes.

But Itachi didn't seem to see my stunned expression. He naturally withdrew his hand and looked at me with a smile, as if he just said a very common thing, and seemed to sigh inadvertently: "I just don't know, can Sasuke How about sharing that world with brother?"

Are you sad... Why didn't I know that there was such a thing, I have always been very good, I can be resurrected from the dead, and I lived a life longer than ordinary people, such a lucky thing is beyond wishing.

What "there is a sad world that belongs only to oneself", such a literary statement makes people get goosebumps all over.

I'm very good.

very good.

Absolutely, not at all, not sad!

I clearly told myself so in my heart, but for some reason, it was very difficult for me to look away under Itachi's gaze. Itachi's eyes are warm black, quiet and deep, sometimes sharp and cold, but for But it is more deeply tolerant and tender that I can't understand.

Terrible……

I almost trembled.

Is this the so-called genius?Itachi Uchiha seems to be able to see through everything.

After a while, I moved my eyes away, licked my dry lips, and muttered softly: "I'm just born with a bitter face."

Picking up the teacup, I took a sip of the tea, and the bitter brown color spread in my mouth. I calmed down a little, and then suddenly realized that I had been cheated. The guy in front of me had a lot of secrets that he didn’t tell, and he was so embarrassed. Say me?And what he didn't say was more important than mine!

No, that's not the point.

There seems to be something wrong with Itachi, this is not my illusion, the way he looks at me is not the same as usual, although it is also very gentle, but that kind of gentleness and profundity has something abnormal, like a kind of deep depression. , but paranoid to the extreme crazy, creepy.

"elder brother……"

Subconsciously, I reached out and grabbed Itachi's sleeve, wanting to say something, but was interrupted by a sudden shout from the door.