Remnant bones

——cough, cough, cough, cough...

Amidst the depressing cough that faintly entered his ears, the fiery breath around him gradually became cold.

"Hmm... Jun... Jun Mai!?" Suddenly his eyes widened, and the black-haired boy woke up from his sleep.The unspeakable heart palpitations made cold sweat slide down his forehead, and he instinctively touched the place beside him that belonged to another person. The coldness of the tentacles magnified the inexplicable fear in his heart infinitely.

He couldn't remember what he had dreamed about, but it was the first time he felt such panic and helpless despair.Even when he decided to complete that "task" by himself, it never happened... After a little buffer, Itachi calmed down his chaotic breathing, and with a completely sober mind, he chose to throw it aside.

He doesn't believe in this so-called "predictive dream" that is groundless and unscientific, and naturally there is no need to waste time on this meaningless combination of images produced in sleep due to exhaustion after exhaustion—even if he never questioned his own. intuition.But in his understanding, there is a clear difference between the two.

Intuition can be cultivated.A body that has been bathed in murderous aura and fighting intent for a long time will naturally remember these "qi" with special feelings, so that it can predict the coming of an attack earlier and earlier in a seemingly peaceful environment.This is a kind of human beings' development of their own potential abilities. The brain can use the brain to speculate on the information collected by the five senses. It is completely different from the abstract conjecture of "precognitive dreams".

Foretelling the future...that is just a self-comforting statement that humans use to cover up their fear of the unknown.Just like the dream itself, it is the implied feedback of human beings to their true desires deep in their hearts.

Itachi doesn't believe in "precognitive dreams", because he knows that it is just a "tragedy" he chooses and controls, a "future" that he will create with his own hands.

There is not much time in the first place, and wasting it on this... is pointless.

Even Itachi vaguely realized that what made him feel that way was not what he thought it was.But he has no time to think about it, nor does he want to think about it.

Using his hands to support himself and want to sit up, usually such a simple movement, but at this moment his extremely sore body is extremely difficult to complete.In particular, the faint swelling from the private part of the lower body made the crazy memory under the candlelight last night replay in the mind instantly like a revolving lantern, which was extremely vivid.

Confidentially revealing each other's naked bodies, ambiguous panting, salty sweat, hot whiteness, tears in the corners of the eyes, extreme pleasure accompanied by stinging pain... In the chaotic image intertwined with sex and desire, the white-haired figure exerted The feelings brought about by every move on my body are particularly clear and profound.

What did I do... I couldn't help lowering my head and covering my face, but the slightly red ears were completely exposed to the air, reflecting the complex emotions in Itachi's heart at this time.Because of this movement, the slipping robe could no longer cover up the slightest effect, and the criss-crossing light red hickey marks on his toned body gave him the urge to dig a hole and bury himself for the first time in his life .

Fortunately, no one else will see it. ——The genius Anbe, who is a rare ostrich once, comforted himself like this.

After getting used to it for a while, Itachi reluctantly put on the obviously ill-fitting large robe to cover up the traces of his body that made people feel ashamed and indignant. It was the first time in so many years that he lived so easily without any burden.

Maybe it's because I'm used to bearing everything alone, and the feeling of having someone to share and being able to rely on is so strange, but it's also so reassuring.

And on his body, the newly added wound has been properly and carefully bandaged by that person, and the dry touch on the skin also reflects the fact that someone has cleaned his body for him.As for the "disinfection" process that was obscene in his impression, the unexpectedly thin-skinned Itachi consciously chose to ignore it.However, now does not seem to be the time to care about these small things.

It wasn't the corridor where they entangled and indulged each other last night. The familiar layout and strange furnishings in the room were obviously not his own room.It's the guest room next door that temporarily belongs to another person.

It's just that its owner, who should be here, is not here at the moment.

"Jun Mai?" Itachi frowned as he naturally whispered the other party's name.The room within the field of vision was abnormally clean, except for the pure white robe on his body, it was neat and tidy without any trace of previous occupancy.

Everything in memory is like a dream.

After waking up from the dream, there was nothing... He subconsciously tightened his neckline, a warm and hard object caught his attention, and also made a corner of his heart throb silently, which he used as an "excuse" to temporarily suppress and hide Go deeper.

It was a ring-shaped pendant that looked like a stone but not a stone, like jade but not jade. It was slightly smaller than the ring and wider, and the warm black surface was carefully polished to be extremely smooth.There are not too many decorations, only two circles of jade-like thin rings are inlaid at both ends.In the middle, a long dark red silk-like rope passed through and was tightly tied around his neck. The knotted joint was completely sealed because someone intentionally tampered with it.Unless it is specially cut with a knife, all possibilities of natural shedding are ruled out.

Obviously, someone hoped that the pendant with weird material would not leave his side even a step.

As for the instigator, Itachi may have the impression that this is the only person, and he doesn't think about it.

Caressing the simple pendant, the inexplicable anxiety that was lingering in my heart before seemed to be gradually calmed down by it.The cold and stiff expression eased a little.Even though he knew that members of the Kaguya clan had never had anything to do with ninjutsu, Itachi could be sure that the faint layer of CKL that seemed to be deliberately left by its owner belonged to whom.

That pendant obviously has a very close and strange connection with his "former owner". Using this as a medium, Itachi has countless ways to control the exact whereabouts of the other party.

This can be regarded as a silent farewell left in a hurry... The corners of the lips were tightly pursed, slightly raised.

No longer lingering in the room, Itachi leaned on the wall and returned to his room with frivolous steps.While there was still a little time for other people to get up, after a short meditation, the slight discomfort in his body no longer affected his normal actions.The man's gentle approach did not really hurt him.

However, when Itachi took off his long-distance running and was about to change into his own clean clothes, there was a dark purple mark on the back collar of the snow-white kimono, which was extremely dazzling.

Is this... blood?

Subconsciously tightening the corner of the white plain satin in his hand, Itachi frowned. At that moment, something seemed to be fleeting in his mind.Before he could think about it, the sound of footsteps outside the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Brother Jun Mai~ are you awake?" Sasuke tried to control his volume while lying on the outside of the paper screen, calling.Although the real world told him all the time, it was just a nightmare that could never happen.But he always feels that he still needs to confirm it before he can completely relax... just because, that feeling is too real.

It's a pity that the empty and empty room couldn't give him any answers he wanted.

There was a trace of anxiety caused by the passage of time amidst doubts, and Sasuke's shout inevitably added a sense of anxiety: "Brother Jun Mai?" Mom clearly said that the other party would come back last night...Why does it seem that there is no one inside? ?

Just as he was hesitating whether to open the obviously unlocked door and go in to have a look, a familiar cold voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

"He's gone." Itachi answered his brother's question kindly and said.

"Brother, brother..." Looking back at the edge of the corridor, the long-haired brother stood with his arms crossed. The "cold war" has been going on for a long time, and Sasuke, who seldom took the initiative to greet the other party, stuttered a little nervously, and was inexplicably guilty and dared not look directly into the other party's eyes, lowered his head and asked in a muffled voice: "Well, Brother Jun Mai he's gone?"

How... so suddenly.

"I left in a hurry last night." As for the reason, he didn't know.

Itachi, who also just got the facts, didn't hide anything, but consciously missed the premise that the two of them spent the night together...in the middle of the night.Ahem, it's not suitable for children, and the relationship between him and the other party is not something that can be seen in the light.

Uchiha's parents don't need and absolutely can't appear on the body of these things. The lace rumors that can only be circulated in red lights and green houses are not absolutely allowed at all.Whether it is because the other party is a man, or one of many other reasons such as his family background, bloodline, concept, etc., the so-called unspoken rules of the nobility make everyone, including his parents, take it for granted that he should be with a well-matched nobleman. Women get married and spend their lives together.

The choice has nothing to do with feelings, only because of the sharing and exchange of interests.

Even if he never really cared about it, the ingrained rules that have been repeated over and over again over the years have become part of the instinct of the body, not to say that they can be ignored immediately if they are ignored.And now, it is not the time for him to choose to despise the meaning of its birth.

Besides, even if he said...Itachi doesn't expect Sasuke, who is still a child, to understand his choice.

On the contrary, there are some things that I don't want to say now... Itachi casually gathered up his shawl-length hair, combed it into a ponytail as usual, and hung it behind his head.Rubbing Sasuke's little furry head, a familiar faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Are you free to chat with me?"

Sasuke was stunned for a moment, such a familiar yet unfamiliar tease gave the cloud that had been lingering in his heart for a long time found an opportunity to clear up, and he replied without hesitation: "Okay!" Although Jun Mai's brother left without saying goodbye, let him A little lost, but the dream is indeed a lie!

My brother is still the same as before, strong, calm, and gentle...it's still the one he used to practice with him, carry him home when he was injured, and always put pigeons on him by flicking his forehead, brother.How could such a person not hesitate to kill that white-haired figure who was indifferent but equally gentle.

What's more, my mother also said that Brother Jun Mai came to Konoha for a mission.He is not from the village, and it is only a matter of time before he leaves... Remember that he promised that stupid fox and himself that he will come again, so there will definitely be a chance to meet again.After a night of heavy rain, Sasuke's mood seemed to be the same as the weather, and it began to be filled with the warm sunshine.

However, at this moment, the black-haired boy who was simply happy because of his brother's rare smile never thought that this would be the last time his brother smiled in his future memory.

When time passed and the two of them met alone like this again, they were no longer brothers, but enemies—enemies who sacrificed each other with blood and died with their lives.

This is the "future" that Itachi has chosen for him and himself.