Remnant bones

I couldn't help being stunned, but I didn't expect that Itachi's first opening after returning... would be this question.

"Why do you ask that? It's never up to me whether you trust me or not." With a corner of my robe, I gently wiped the dripping black hair, I slowed down my tone, and asked softly, "Do you think I can Do you trust me?"

Facing my gaze, Itachi rarely avoids my sight. He is as proud as him. He always thinks that not looking into the other person's eyes when speaking is not only a sign of a lie, but also a sign of weakness.Looking directly at each other doesn't just mean honesty, but more of an ideological and spiritual contest.

This stubborn boy who wants to be strong has never admitted his fragility, nor has he revealed his fragility.

However, at this moment, he avoided my gaze.It is conceivable that he was shaken deep in his heart, because of that, something I thought I would never get.

Facing that, in Itachi's eyes, he was obviously extremely gentle, but subconsciously, there was always a hint of judgment in his eyes.The bloodless lips murmured: "I, I don't know..."

He doesn't know... It seems that all his courage is not enough to support him to explore the answer to this question.

He thought that if he chose to betray himself, he could only get betrayal.Without trust, and no need for trust anymore, facing himself who once again had to choose whether to trust or not, he who was completely desperate for this as early as the beginning... It was as if a nail that could not be pulled out was nailed to the bottom of his heart. As a price, Never have that unsuspecting trust again.

He wanted to believe...but couldn't believe it.

It's like a curse inherited from blood, he chooses to believe in Zhishui, but Zhishui has become a rebel against him; and when he convinces himself that Zhishui is a rebel, the facts tell him that Zhishui Water never betrayed...but never stood by his side.

His trust, for better or for worse, was never really fulfilled... It was as if everything, because of his trust, had deteriorated.

It was a curse... a curse on the betrayer, a curse carved into the soul.

I think, I should be happy... Even if this kind of happiness is quite selfish.Even because of Itachi's hesitation, questioning and suffering, this is something I thought I would never get in my life.

I will worry about whether I should trust me—does this mean that I am already qualified to get your approval and stand by your side~Itachi?

I don't know what Zhishui said to him, and I don't know how the battle at the Nanhe Bridge River ended...Who won, or who lost.

All I know is that by some mysterious opportunity...God, it seems that I have a chance to get him.And the man who will let go and miss it is definitely the idiot among idiots... Itachi, I should be lucky, no matter what life I am in, I am not stupid.

So... Holding the wine bag in his hand, he took a big gulp into his mouth, and the strange-colored gold and silver eyes shone with the brilliance of looking for the prey.Itachi, it was you who gave me this opportunity, so there is no regret at all.

Turning the pale cheek that turned sideways, in the eyes full of confusion and puzzlement, I lowered my head, and pressed the pale and cool soft lips accurately and domineeringly. The amber-colored spicy wine, accompanied by A fiery tongue encroached on his mouth.Such a kiss made him familiar yet strange.

There was a blank in his immediate memory, but his body instinctively remembered that night in the cave, that familiar kiss, like now, brought warmth to his cold body.What is strange is the sincere feelings that are different from those that were played in the past.

Different from the other party's usual impression of coldness, it was so intense that it was hard to ignore... so intense that he felt almost suffocated.

In fact, when I found out that the person in my arms was strange, I had to reluctantly let him go.But I saw that little idiot who had never had a deep kiss experience, almost suffocated to death by a kiss... There was a flash of dumbfounding emotions in his eyes.Well, I admit that I shouldn't be too impatient... No matter how mature he looks, he is just an unworldly boy. The other party didn't rely on his instinct of working in Anbu for many years to grab my throat like that time , has given me the confidence to make my own decisions.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... Under the rendering, there was a slight blush.

"Since you can't decide, let's change the way." Gently raised his chin to make his breathing easier, and after I was sure that he was completely awake, I slowly said: "Itachi, let's Make a 'deal'."

"Deal...?" With a hint of doubt, Itachi instinctively repeated the word that puzzled him.

"Yes, a deal." I pressed close to his cheek, plucking his sensitive earlobe with vague breathing, and I said clearly, word by word: "I will do my best to fulfill your 'wish', as a price, I want your……"

"Fate?" Mu Ran interrupted my indifference rapidly cooling down.

The originally softened eyes were instantly covered by a layer of hard ice that was forcibly built. He had seen too much of that cold and inhuman word in the eyes of the group of hypocritical and eager elders.It turned out that the person in front of him was just...to use him.

"No." Regarding his guard, I just hooked the corners of my lips and showed a smile that made him dazzled.Kissing his eyelids, the tip of his nose, his lips, his chin, his collarbone, until under the hem of his clothes that I uncovered without a sound, his chest covered with all kinds of old and new wounds: "Since you woke up in the Snow Country The moment I came, it already belonged to me... What I want is this."

Itachi's eyes widened in surprise, his body was slightly stiff, and his voice was full of unbelievable doubts: "You..."

"That's it?" I opened my mouth, lightly nibbled on the immature point of the left chest, and felt the trembling and stiffness of the other side's unsuitability, I licked it rather viciously, and then I was relieved by his imperceptible gasp. In the middle, the interface said: "Are you afraid? Or do you think you can't do it?"

In fact, no matter what his answer is, I am not ready to let go.But I still want to hear, his own decision.

Speechless, Itachi was silent.

He thought that what the other party wanted was something more practical and of real use value.For example, his skills, his life, his loyalty... But he suddenly realized what the man's series of compromises and worries in his eyes were really for.

However, he doesn't think: "Worth it?"

This kind of him, an executioner who cuts his "brother" with his hands, a monster destined to have blood on his hands, a betrayer who is only worthy of contempt and scorn... Really, is it worth it?

"It's my choice."

I am well aware of the concern in his two words.The corners of his lips curled up sneeringly. The cruelty and coldness in his ice-like eyes only made him feel an unbearable warmth: "No matter what those stupid people think, my choice, once decided, will never change."

"This is a 'deal' between me and you...with no deadline." And no one can terminate, and interrupt.

Itachi lowered his eyes, making it impossible for people to see the thoughts and decisions in his heart at that moment.

There is no deadline... He knew that this deal was for him.

As a compromise that allows him to accept and relax more than trust, it is only because of years of entanglement and wandering among various interest groups that he has developed an instinct to trust only one agreement.The substantive proof is more reliable than fickle people's hearts... It is the other party's use of this deal to consolidate the relationship between them so that it is no longer so fragile and full of vacillations and unease.

After a while, his reply: "...Thank you, and, I'm sorry."

Thank you for another compromise for him; thank you for standing by his side, thank you for imprisoning this lonely soul who is destined to only wander in the wilderness... so that it will not be constantly lonely, worn out, and wiped out.

Also, I'm sorry...the only thing he can give is this.

The furrowed brows were stretched away, and at that moment, the anxiety that inevitably arose in my heart disappeared quietly.I hooked my lips, smiled slightly, and understood his thoughts: "This is enough."

Kiss falls, the rainy night is no longer cold.

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On the Nanhe Bridge, in a familiar position, but no familiar person is seen.

Under the curtain of rain, cold corpses piled up in twos and threes to form a mountain, and the flowing blood stained the clear river red, but it would disappear immediately due to the passing of the flowing water.

Vaguely, it seems that I can still see the familiar tall figure standing on the bridge, looking up at the sky, watching the moon that never appeared tonight.The green smoke in the mouth was slowly blown away by the thin raindrops, and even the glimmering fire was wet.

"Hey, you will be happy...Itachi."

Whispering like a self-talk, being retained by the wind.However, the figure that merged into the night has never returned since then, and has been thrown into the embrace of the water of the abyss.May the purest darkness wash away the burden that has been carried on his soul for a long time, and return his limited "freedom".

Death, for him, is the most gentle blessing.

The slender and slender tobacco rod fell and broke into two halves without any possibility of repair... fragile, just like the so-called human life.