[Comprehensive] If we have another possibility

Uchiha Hime met Madara on the way back to the village.

It was late spring at that time, and the roads in the small town were covered with unknown wild flowers. Uchiha Madara was wearing a black cloak, standing among these wild flowers and looking at him.

As always, his demeanor could not be ignored, as long as there was a slight hint of that unruly aura, it was enough to clearly distinguish him from ordinary people, so Fei Shi found him in the crowd at the first time.

He stopped in his tracks, walked straight to him through the bustling crowd, looked him up and down firmly, and asked, "Are you really planning to leave the village?"

Madara Uchiha was wearing a hood, and his black eyes were deeper in the shadows, looking at him silently.

The young man with cherry hair was still wearing a dark battle robe, leggings, and black ninja shoes as usual. His slender and straight calves were wrapped in bandages. There were two long swords around his waist, one was tattered and the other was clean and clean.

The former needs to be replaced every three days, but the latter has never been used.

Madara still remembered the day her younger brother brought it home.He couldn't put it down, but never mentioned its origin.

He named it "Feixue" because its blade is white, and when it cuts people, it looks like the whole snow is stained with blood, miserable, ruthless and beautiful.

He carried it with him until he died and Fei Shi inherited it.

Madara looked at Fei Shi's expressionless face, looked at his cold and inorganic eyes, as if they were staring at some unimportant person, and the profile of his face looked colder than usual.

He didn't answer Fei Shi's question, but asked sharply: "You don't look surprised at all."

Fei Shi was silent, his beautiful green eyes filled with indifferent evaluation.

He is not good at lying, and he doesn't like lying, because telling a lie requires many lies, which will bring him a lot of trouble, so he always likes to tell the truth directly, or answer questions that cannot be answered. Simply ignore.

But Uchiha Madara is by no means an insignificant person who can be ignored or perfunctory to him, let alone——

Just when Fei Shi was silent, Madara spoke again: "You knew that I couldn't be Hokage, and you knew that I would leave, so you have been afraid of me and never told me anything."

——What's more, yes, he also has a keenness far beyond ordinary people.

At this point, there is nothing to worry about.

Fei Shi's expression changed.

He silently restrained all the subtle expressions on his face, his brows were flattened, his eyes seemed to be suddenly shrouded in mist, and turned into a condescending indifference, so indifferent that it was chilling.

At this moment, Uchiha Madara felt that the person in front of him suddenly became distant.

"Yes, I knew it a long time ago." He heard him say this, his voice was flat and he could not hear any closeness to familiar people, like a piece of suffocating stagnant water, his eyes seemed to be watching Insignificant strangers are generally indifferent.

Madara suffocated for breath, but sneered in the next second: "Finally don't plan to pretend anymore, you cold-blooded animal?"

"Strictly speaking, this is not a disguise." Fei Shi denied it expressionlessly, without any fluctuations in his tone, "It's just because such a cold but caring 'Uchiha Fei Shi' is more acceptable to you, so I always That's just me."

Madara's face suddenly darkened, and she said sarcastically, "You really worked so hard for a promise."

Fei Shi was noncommittal: "Whatever you think, this is the law of my survival."

Yes, since he promised Quan Nai, he must do what he promised.

He glanced at the darker eye spots than before, and said again: "But you don't seem to need this kind of 'I' anymore, and I don't need to maintain the illusion anymore."

Uchiha Madara remained silent and did not answer.

He stared at Fei Shi's face, and after a long while, he hummed softly, and turned his head in an unclear manner: "It's not convenient to speak here, change to another place."

A moment later, in a hidden hotel room, the young man with cherry hair repeated blankly: "'The two interact with each other in opposite directions, so everything is perfect'?"

"That's right, that's what I read on the stele." Madara knelt on the tatami, put the black cloak aside, and nodded coldly.

Fei Shi put his ninja bag on the table next to him, and asked while taking things out of it, "What do you think this refers to?"

"That stele was left by the legendary Sage of the Six Paths, and the opposite two are likely to be Uchiha and Senju."

"What about the interaction? Is it a blood union?"

"I don't know, everything is still unknown." Madara admitted bluntly, frowning slightly as she looked at the things he took out: "What are you doing?"

"Huh? This is a reward from the daimyo, and I cared about it when I got it..."

As Fei Shi said, he quickly took out a small paper bag, opened it two or three times, and then quietly watched the things inside not moving.

Madara recognized it: "... tea leaves?"

"It's black tea."

The cherry-haired youth murmured.

He seemed to have forgotten what he was talking about all of a sudden, stared at the tea leaves in the tea bag for a while, looked up at Madara, his eyes were slightly bright: "It's the new black tea this year!"

——There was a rare ups and downs in the tone.

Uchiha Madara was stunned.

The bright eyes of the cherry-haired young man are so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off them. People can't help but want to offer him everything that can make him happy, just to make him shine in the same way.

Does Fei Shi, who has always been incomprehensible, like tea so much?

Thinking like this, he followed the person who came downstairs with the tea set, and unconsciously asked the doubts in his heart: "I never knew you liked tea."

"To be precise, it's just black tea."

Fei Shi casually responded to him, and skillfully and carefully put a small half of the tea leaves into the teapot with a teaspoon, looking a little interested.

"I often drink tea with my sister. She is not so fussy and will add lemon and honey to my tea. If she buys a new history book, she will be happy to make a pot of tea first when she gets home, and get a new history book. Tea leaves will do the same thing... Daimyo is worthy of being a daimyo, as an aristocrat who can enjoy it, he has the financial resources to pick tea in this season..."

Uchiha Madara stayed on the side quietly, and after a while said quietly: "I never knew, you actually have a sister."

Fei Shi's words came to an abrupt end.

He was silent for a while, then lifted the teapot and poured out two cups of tea, his movements were surprisingly good-looking and handsome.He lifted the small red clay teapot by the handle for a certain distance, and the steaming black tea hung high without spilling a single drop.

Madara took the teacup from his hand, and took a sip with downcast eyes.

Lips and teeth stay fragrant.

The air calmed down, and the innocent and lovely laughter of children resounded on the street, and the sunlight slanted down from the windows, dyeing the dust in the air golden.

The clock moved quietly, and Madara stared at Fei Shi intently, with a soft, self-deprecating smile on his lips.

"You talk a lot more when you're happy. I'm sure I've rarely seen you so happy...no, never."

He put down his teacup, slowly leaned closer to the person whose face was covered in steam, looked into his slightly drooping green eyes, and his voice was low.

"You never let me know you."

Fei Shi half-closed his eyes, looking at the calm water in the cup, with a calm side face.

"It's what you and I see differently."

"It's different..." Madara repeated, and suddenly let out a low laugh, "Ah, yes, whether it's you or Hashirama, whether it's the villagers or the clansmen, everyone is different from what I saw."

As he said, he stretched out his hand to press Fei Shi's shoulder, slowly pressed it against his forehead, closed his eyes and kissed him gently.

The smell of black tea lingered in the room, and Madara's voice reached Feishi's ears as if he was talking to himself.

"After Hashirama, Togama should be the successor to Hokage. You also know that guy's dislike for Uchiha, right? By that time, Uchiha will eventually be obliterated."

Fei Shi was silent, reality and history made him unable to refute.

Madara laughed mockingly, and the delicate kiss spread from Fei Shi's forehead to the bridge of the nose and lips, and the voice gradually became indistinct.

"I understand this, so I called on the tribe to leave the village with me, but no one is willing to follow me. I promised Quan Nai to protect the tribe, but now it seems that I can't do it."

"Hashirama called me a brother, but he couldn't give up the village for me. And you... you didn't care about anything except the village and your promise to Quanna."

The unknown atmosphere shrouded the room like colorless and invisible smoke. The tea cup in Fei Shi's hand was tilted because of the close distance between the two of them, and the slightly hot tea flowed in along Madara's skirt, staining his pale skin. Patches of flushing.

The rich tea aroma diffused.

"I wasted your favorite tea."

Madara whispered, wrapping her arms around Fei Shi's neck, staring at him with dark eyes.

"How to do?"

The cherry-haired young man's dark emerald-like eyes quietly stared at the wet place, and his long and straight eyelashes trembled imperceptibly, looking like two fine and small fans, delicate and moving.

Madara seemed to be bewitched, and moved closer to kiss those captivating eyes.

Unable to steal the kiss, Uchiha Hime let out a light snort, stretched out his hand and pressed him to the ground.

When it was getting dark, Madara woke up.

Fei Shi faced him sideways, fastened the belt around his waist with his good-looking and sensitive hands, and when he saw that he was awake, he glanced at him calmly.

"Aren't you going back to Konoha again?"

"...I don't belong to Konoha anymore, I found another way."

Madara curled up under the blanket and yawned, showing a lazy and sleepy look, and said in a hoarse voice.

His shoulders were exposed from the quilt. There was a shallow scar on the smooth and thin shoulder muscles, and there were some pink marks on his neck.

Fei Shi nodded, expressing his understanding, thought for a while and asked, "Where are you going next?"

He paused for a moment, then assured: "I won't tell anyone about your whereabouts."

Madara sneered lazily.

"It doesn't matter if you tell me, I don't care about anyone in this world except you and Zhujian."

He tilted his head to one side, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Next, I want to find the tailed beast."

Fei Shi's movements suddenly stopped, his eyes moved slightly: "Tailed beast?"

"Ah." Madara replied indifferently, "I have basically determined what I want, for this purpose... Now I am not sure if I can win against Hashirama, so I need a tailed beast."

Fei Shi stared at him silently for a while, but didn't say anything, but turned around and started to pack his things.

The black tea in the teapot had all gone cold, he half-kneeled in front of the table and looked at it for a while, with a little pity showing on his face.

He regretted it for a while, then let go, turned his head to look at Madara, and bumped into his starry eyes that were staring at him.

Madara's eyelashes trembled imperceptibly, without looking away, he said coldly, "What are you looking at?"

"Look at you." Fei Shi replied honestly, taking advantage of Ban's stupefied moment, he said, "Are you sure you don't need me anymore? If you need me, I can go with you."

Madara's pupils narrowed.

His expression turned cold all of a sudden, and he looked at Fei Shi vigilantly, as if he was judging the authenticity of his words, but the young man with cherry hair just looked at him flatly, without evading his gaze at all.

Madara's eyes darkened, and he took the lead to look away, turning over and hugging the quilt.

"No need. You stay in the village and help me deliver information when I need it."

"Well, that's fine too."

Fei Shi didn't hesitate, and directly nodded in response.

Madara was a little surprised that he was so straightforward: "Aren't you afraid that I will harm Konoha?"

"Ah, about this." Fei Shi turned back and continued to pack his things, his words were interrupted abruptly for a while, and then he calmly said: "It's okay. I will always help you."

——I will always help you.

Madara quieted down eerily.

Fei Shi looked back suspiciously, and saw Madara buried her face in the quilt, refusing to reveal all her reactions.

After a long while, until Fei Shi was standing in front of the room with all his equipment, Madara's dull voice finally sounded: "Fei Shi."

Fei Shi stopped in his tracks, and looked back at the person who stopped him.

The black-haired man still turned his back to him, his unruly long hair was scattered behind him in a mess, the only thing conveyed to Fei Shi was his inaudible emotional voice.

"Whether it is the right-hand man of the patriarch, the reliable doctor trusted by the people of the clan, or the person who will always accompany Uchiha Madara, you don't need to play any of these roles anymore."

Fei Shi was stunned for a moment.

Uchiha Madara looked at the dim sky outside the window, with a sense of undiscovered regret in his eyes.

"Be whoever you want to be."

"...Senna would definitely think the same way."

After a long silence, footsteps came again.

Madara listened to the sound of the door opening, finally couldn't help it, and asked again: "Are you really not afraid that I will harm Konoha?"

Fei Shi knocked on the door, and stood on the porch looking at his back calmly.

"Well, I'm not afraid."

The door closed, as if completely isolating the two worlds.

The tall and slender young man was walking between the corridors of the house, his flawless profile was dimly and brightly reflected by the setting sun between the window sills.

—I'm not afraid, Madara.

—Because, even I am not sure whether I can stay until then.

The author has something to say: Uchiha·Big Trotter·Fei Shi: If you need, I can go with you.

Uchiha Tsundere Madara: ...if I say I need-

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