Remnant bones

Tonight, the Uchiha family mansion is pitch black.

Sure enough, no one is home... Standing in front of the window, looking at the Japanese-style house with no lights in the rain, Sasuke sighed in disappointment.After not staying here for a long time, Yahiko, a boy of the same age as the separated family, greeted him to sleep.

In response, he lowered the curtain, laughed and started to play the long-planned pillow fight with his companions.

The moment he turned his head, no one noticed that the crimson spark was suddenly lit in the corner of the mansion that was supposed to be empty.

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"Cough, cough cough..." After being exposed to the rain, my weak constitution made me inevitably catch a cold.

I didn't go back to my room to rest, and sat on the corridor. I just put on a slightly thicker robe and didn't turn on the light. Instead, I lit a more decorative aromatherapy lamp beside me.

I dropped a few drops of plant essential oils that can soothe tiredness in the lamp oil, and put on the paper lampshade depicting exquisite blood butterflies. I took a deep breath, and the faint fragrance revealed a trace of coolness that penetrated deep into the heart, which relieved a little. My lungs ached from a violent cough.

Subconsciously, he reached out to touch his waist, intending to take a few puffs, but because the tentacles were empty, he realized that he had just given away the long-used cigarette rod to someone.

I forgot... I gave up my original idea, and I squinted my eyes. On my long, pure white hair, water droplets mixed with the sweat from my forehead, wet the front of my clothes.It's not hard to notice that my body temperature is a bit high at the moment, but I've seen it all these days, and I didn't pay much attention to it.

This body is just like this, as long as it can be delayed until that time...it doesn't matter what happens during the period.

Leaning on the lacquered pillars on the edge of the corridor, I tilted my head. In my hand, I unconsciously combed the long hair that was still dripping with the usual ivory comb, without intending to dry it.It rained tonight, but there was no wind. The cool touch from the forehead could relieve the excessive temperature a little bit.

And what I have to do now is just wait, wait for that person, and go home.

However, those who can come back are still alive after all... That hearty young man who often comes here to visit will never step into the threshold of this mansion again.

Outside the eaves, light rain has been falling, and it has not stopped since the moment the setting sun completely retreated.I don't know if this counts, it's God's mercy for the man who struggled between his family and freedom, and finally chose to die to free himself... But at least, I hope this rootless water from the sky can be found in the world. His last journey was to wash away the black blood that had seeped into his soul from his hands.

Even if there is only a slight liking for him, but as the same kind of person, his choice made me feel a little bit of regret.

If it was before, I'm afraid, I would only be envious... I stopped my hands and looked up. The edge of the black tiles, the condensed and accumulated transparent water droplets, stayed there for only a moment, and then turned into crystal drops of colorless gemstones Falling down, hitting the bluestone under the feet, blooming that short but gorgeous crystal flower.

Still water, still water... still water.

Water, the most tender, but also ruthless.The gentleness of water makes people addicted and fallen, but the flowing stream never stays in the same place for more time.

The never-ending water is a lone traveler who cannot keep happiness. ——His parents must have had a profound experience a long time ago... That's why they gave him this name.Stopping water, flowing water that stops, means that he can stop his continuous progress and seize his own happiness.

And he really did it... It's just that he chose death as his happy home, even though that kind of happiness is full of despair and relief.

Picking up the favorite dark wine bag on the side, shaking it, it seems that there is not much medicinal wine left, but because of the triple space magic circle, the real volume inside is much larger than it actually is... At least, enough to get two people drunk tonight.

Fill the wine glass in your hand, lift it forward, and tilt it slightly, the amber-like pale golden liquid spills out, sinking into the colorless and odorless rainwater on the ground, without a trace.

"I respect you." Yuluo poured it again and poured it with his head raised.

Facing the deserted garden, I gestured to my empty wine cup. I lightly pressed my lips that were blood-colored due to the smell of alcohol, and smiled slightly: "I wish you a good journey... Zhishui." I don't feel so emotional that I will cry and feel sad because of the passing of a person who has nothing to do with me.

I respect you, just because you are sincere for Itachi... Whether it's because you see him as another self, or because you have another purpose, I only believe what I see and hear at this moment.That is enough to earn my respect.

The rain still falls, just like the lost tears of those who have no tears.

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Lower your eyes and let go of all your thoughts.Looking at the night sky that seems to never clear up, I was slightly distracted, repeating the same movements mechanically in my hands, pouring myself a drink in this empty night.

Time seemed to stop at that moment, it flowed so slowly, silently, quietly but it was unbearable for the dead.

The throbbing chest was gradually paralyzed by the hot liquid entering the throat, little by little.Except for the heat that doesn't belong to me, I can't feel any other feelings.It's as if the soul is expelled from the body and no longer belongs to me, but my mind is unprecedentedly sober.

Even, the extremely faint abnormal sound in the corner of the garden would not be ignored.

"Come back?" As if I never thought that I would guess wrong, I raised my glass and made an invitation with great certainty: "Have a drink?"

"..." An ink-colored figure gradually emerged from the deep black mist.I always walked lightly and landed silently, but at this moment, with slightly shaky and tired steps, I stood still in front of me.

Staring at the amber-colored translucent liquid in the white jade cup, the black pearl-like eyes seemed to be incomparably empty as if out of focus, she was silent for only half a minute, took it, and looked up to finish it.

"Cough, cough, cough...cough..." Not surprisingly, a series of hoarse coughs broke the original silence in the corridor.

I frowned and sighed softly: "Itachi, that's not juice." No matter how weak the stamina is, it can't change its essence as wine.And wine, that's not how you drink it.

He stood up, took off his outer robe, wrapped and dragged his extremely thin and frail body into the rain-free area under the eaves.

The body that was barely standing upright fell limply in my embrace under this pull.The wet body was so cold from the rain that he couldn't feel even a trace of human body temperature, which was in stark contrast to the blazing chest.

Itachi lowered his eyes and trembled uncontrollably, his entire upper body leaned softly in the middle of my arms, and the weak breath that grazed my chest was mixed with a few uncontrollable coughs and groans.

The wine that slipped into his lungs was like magma to him, burning his internal organs.However, the extreme pain made him, who was lost in the cold and darkness at this moment, find a slight illusion that he was still "alive", accompanied by a strange pleasure that he had never had in his short life.

Vision, gradually hazy.

In a trance, this familiar but incomparably nostalgic warmth made him feel a kind of thought that he should never have, and he is not even qualified to fantasize... If only he could be like this for the rest of his life.

Being alone is really tiring, so tiring...

——[Itachi~ Have you noticed that, in fact, someone has been watching you. 】Not long ago, the man whom I once admired as my "brother", the man who I personally killed as my "enemy", the man who once... looked at him coldly and mocked him, but laughed and teased him to comfort him, Under the blade that should have been dodged from that blow, he spat out blood and whispered softly in his ear:——[I'm really envious, so envious... If there is a person who looks at you with such eyes Look at me, today, will I not choose to stand here and hurt you. 】The confused black eyes widened suddenly.Originally, he was in a trance because of the unexpected result, but the voice that came into his ears vaguely was very clear at this moment.It was as if the owner of that voice bent over and repeated the same words in his ear as he did then.

——[Itachi, 'that person' is back, the fate of the Uchiha clan is doomed... Finally, I can be free. ] He remembered that the smile on Konoha's rebellious lips at that time was darker than he had ever seen before, but it was also extremely real.The dazzling sunshine is just a disguise to cover up the selfishness in his heart. The man Zhishui has never been as straightforward and loyal as he appears on the surface... He yearns for freedom more than anyone else.

——【I decided to leave here, before being buried with this decadent family.I originally planned to bring you... But now it seems that it is not necessary. 】In this situation, it is not difficult to imagine what method the man chose to leave his mouth, the family that was also considered to have been corrupted from the inside in his heart.However, itachi had no accidents about the idea of ​​leaving together, and some only had a tacit understanding that is rare among biological brothers. In fact, except for the different paths, the ending they chose...there is no difference.

However, he didn't understand, why... "It's not necessary"?

——【That person will replace me and support you behind the scenes.It's just that he can give you what you want most in this life...but I can't. 】"who's that person?

He didn't understand, what did that man know?Why are you so sure... What he wants is not the same as him.And on that road of no return where no lights can be seen, he didn't want anyone to follow in his footsteps.He only hopes that after everything is over, he will find a corner that no one knows and end his life in his sleep—even though, from the moment he made the choice, it is destined to be a beautiful but beautiful bubble. False luxury.

Even if he dies, he can only die in front of that person... Certainly, there is no choice at all.

——[Itachi, believe in your own choice... Ignore ethics, morality, and all the so-called rules in the world, as long as you never regret it, even if you end up on the same path as me.But, to be honest, I don't want to see you there anymore. 】A dead man's cold hand caressed his cheek. At the previous moment, the kunai that was tightly held in that hand was intentionally released by the man and abandoned in the rushing river under the bridge.A blow that he could avoid, but he never moved a step. Before he realized his choice, that man had already embarked on the path of the ending he chose.

But she said that she didn't want to see him...Obviously, clearly, clearly said... Originally, she planned to take him with her.

——[Those foreign tribesmen were placed in an abandoned residence of the Uchiha family on the border of the Fire Country. The password is... Go, go and complete your mission.The [-]% mission completion rate of Anbu'Yamuo' can't be ruined by me. 】The man smiled brightly as he had done countless times before, but stopped his inquiry with his own blood-stained hand:——【You will know who the person I am referring to is soon, he Will come to pick you up...after everything that's supposed to be over soon, after it's over. ] These were the last words he heard from the man named Zhishui.

After he reported the news he had received to the upper echelon, he strolled in the deserted streets in the rain.The cold rain that kept falling on his body never woke him up... From the beginning to the end, he didn't understand, or refused to understand, who the other party said would be with him for the rest of his life.

But now, he suddenly understood... the purer darkness that seemed to cut through the clouds, the night-like eyes, with the most naked fragility and shaken in his heart, the person in front of him with a weak voice said: "I, can you?" Do you trust me?"

Do I still have the right to trust you...

Do you still have the courage to trust you...

Is it still possible to trust you...

he does not know.