Remnant bones

Walking in the afterglow of the setting sun, the cool wind blew by, and the slight chill seeping through the seams of the collar made people shiver instinctively.

Tomorrow, it will rain...Looking at the fiery clouds in the sky, I put my coat on my shoulders.The long hair that was drawn to the chest was faintly glowing with blood due to the reflection of the dusk.I pinched the tip of my hair and twisted it around my fingertips a few times, then I let it go and let it fall.

"I'm looking for time, I'm going to buy a bottle of hair dye..." This hair color is getting darker and darker.

It's not that I didn't hear the question that Jun Malu couldn't fully utter, but after being interrupted, I was really relieved.Although there are many things that are hidden from him, but after all... I still don't want to lie to him again.

Although I haven't found a conclusive basis, I still have a certain direction of speculation in my heart about the reason for this vision.Presumably, after the dissimilation of the bone veins, the bones as the medium of the blood succession expanded, and the "culprit" in the blood that caused the genetic disease seemed to have undergone a corresponding change... It was no longer just a simple deposition at the beginning, but changed into something else An "attack mode".

Although it is not clear what it is... But after all, it is not a good thing.

If I had a choice, I would rather have occasional attacks like before, and I don't want any uncontrollable phenomenon to appear on my body.Because the pain can be endured and can be covered up, but the superficial abnormality is too easy to reveal and difficult to hide. In some places, outsiders often discover it earlier than the person involved.

I hate that feeling of powerlessness that is not in control.

"...But, forget it." I sighed, and stopped entangled in this matter.At least the postponement of the onset of the illness will prevent the coincidence that Junmaro and I fell ill at the same time in reality, otherwise Sasuke will forget it and let Naruto take care of us?I didn't intend to let the cause of my death be marked as an "accidental negligent crime" that died of the majestic Nine-Tails Jinchuriki.

Speaking of those two picky brats, they seem to be quite dissatisfied with my cooking skills~ They actually ran to Kimaro to protest.Don't think that they can breathe a sigh of relief now that Jun Ma Lu has gone back.I have been quite "interested" in cooking lately~ besides, the little guy is recovering from a serious illness, and herbal diet is a good choice of diet.

In the kitchen, there are still a lot of "ingredients" I prepared last night... Today, let those two little ghosts enjoy their "last supper" before the real "hell" comes.

In my mind, I will be thinking about tomorrow's "special medicinal meal". Different from the simple air-conditioning in the past, the strangely distorted invisible aura makes the spines of the dense crowd around me shiver, and subconsciously creates a no-man's-land around me. .

In the distance, the mansion of the Uchiha family is vaguely visible.

Being squeezed out of a day's labor, the physical fatigue of the Kaguya clan is not unavoidable, but psychological exhaustion is unavoidable.After moving my slightly stiff neck, I planned to grab some snacks and drink half a glass in the backyard in the rare free time to relax.The faint sense of familiarity made me feel refreshed.

Are you back... A faint smile disappeared from the corner of her lips in an instant.

The straight route made a sharp turn and took a slight detour before going home.When I stood in front of the big house at the end of the empty street, the hazy and crisp sound in my ears gradually became clearer.

bell--

Listening to the familiar ringing of the bell, the originally tense facial contours suddenly softened a lot inadvertently.Pushing open the door, the slender black figure stood leaning against the entrance, looking at me with a smile in his black eyes.

"I'm back." I said.

"Hmm." The black-haired boy turned his head slightly, and a strand of hair fell from his forehead:

--"Welcome home……"

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Considering that the backup "good ingredients" in the kitchen are specially prepared for the two little guys, I had to use the ingredients I bought temporarily to cook a pot of porridge.It is still my favorite medicinal food, but the target is different, and my usual "big hand" is still somewhat restrained.

Goji berries, red dates, hawthorn, maple syrup... If Sasuke was here now, he would have grabbed his throat and rushed away on the spot, just because although those ingredients are good for nourishing blood, they are sweet when added together. It couldn't be sweeter!

Open the lid of the pot, the rich sweetness is enough to attract bees and butterflies, it is hard to imagine that this will be a main meal, not a dessert after a meal.However, I know the other person's preferences, but I know that even though I don't agree with it, Itachi subverts his usual impression and is extremely sweet... This makes me worry about his teeth.

Fortunately, Itachi is a very restrained person.

"Itachi, it's time to eat." I walked out of the kitchen with the porridge in my hand, and I called out, but I saw the black-haired figure sitting at the low table with his chin propped up with one hand, swaying, looking up at me as if he had just woken up from a dream. Come.There was no trace of fatigue on the indifferent and delicate face, but the dark eyes were hazy and somewhat anxious.

Obviously, he was distracted...

"Eat something before going to rest." A bowl of the veritable "sweet porridge" and the meatballs that I bought before were placed in front of him.I casually smoothed the bangs that had slipped from his forehead, and then sat down beside him.

"Yeah." Itachi squinted his eyes, and after sobering up a lot, he put his hands together and prayed habitually, and then started.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but in the past two months or so, the tasks that Payne assigned to him and Kisame's group were so many that they could not think about it.The difficulty is generally not high, but the key is only one word - "trouble" can be described, and it is very troublesome.

Most of the missions that "Xiao" takes are about assassination and plundering. Such missions are difficult, but the rewards are extremely generous. As long as the strength is strong enough, it doesn't take much time.

However, this is not absolute.

The construction of the base does not only need funds alone, but also enough contacts and relationships under the ground.This also led to some escort missions whose grades and remuneration did not match. As a partner's sincerity, "Xiao" had to accept it.However, the patience of today's members is not very good, and with the addition of many vacancies, most of these tasks fall on the head of the newest member "Suzaku", and even "Nandou" is unlucky... But he can What is certain is that in addition to sympathy, there is also subtle gloating in Jue's eyes when he released the task.

It seems that someone did this intentionally... But for what reason, they have no idea.

Guessing about the mission situation in the past few days was rolling in his mind. The fugue-wandering Itachi didn't notice the bowl in front of him at all, it was already empty, and the meatball for four people was lost in his ecstasy. into the stomach.

I, who was watching the whole process from the sidelines, couldn't laugh or cry as the corners of my mouth twitched.

As the least member of "Akatsuki", although I am their royal physician in name, but except for Itachi, I have never treated the wounds of those arrogant guys.

There is no need to perform tasks, or even attend regular meetings in person, and even the important information is sent to me by Jue himself. Many insiders do not understand why Payne let a "trash" occupy one of the precious places. What's more, there are all kinds of special treatment... But no one would have thought that I, a medical ninja, was in charge of the most complicated and troublesome sealing technique in ninjutsu.

Magic Dragon Nine Seals Camp - This ancient sealing technique is naturally not from my hands, but to make up for its incomplete parts, I am the only "sealer" that "Xiao" can abduct.Not to mention this art department, there are very few people who are passionate about and proficient in it, and there are very few old antiques who are about to step into the coffin, and which one is not well enshrined by famous names from all over the world.

It's not my style to have such a good bargaining chip... So, in addition to being the courier of "Zero", I also worked part-time as my errand and toys.

Jue's body is very interesting, not only because of his strange appearance similar to the pitcher plant, but also because of the most complete "split personality" I have ever seen.If I didn't break Payne's stuff, my happy days would probably be gone forever. I really want to "actually" study research... and now, I can only use the most useless observation methods to collect data.

When I have spare time every month, I always call him for a routine, to see if I can deepen my understanding of that peculiar body from the language aspect.It's just that I obviously overestimated his IQ, er, to be correct, it was half his IQ.

"Black" and "white" are the pronouns I use to distinguish the two personalities by color.

Bai Jue is usually the dominant one, croaking, childish, has no sense of competition, and his IQ is not much higher than Naruto.As if to complement it, Hei Jue is a shrewd and cunning guy, with a tight mouth, great patience, and a lot of ambition, but most importantly, he is not as easy to deceive as Bai Jue.

Almost every time there is a little substantive progress, he will interrupt it, but even so, I have found what I want, about Itachi, from those things Bai Jue said.

Itachi's mission for the past two months was indeed played by someone, but the frame-up design was not so much, it was more like a kind of childish prank only for children.This half of Bai Jue can be called a human... cough, a half-human invincible intelligence collector, he talked about "Suzaku" and "Nandou" in front of me without concealing his gloating, and was tossed about by that savage client How miserable it was, and I didn't express my indignation for my lover's unfair treatment because of this. Instead, I listened to it all with great interest.

Of course, the amount of herbicide tripled in the teacup handed to Jue.

I can be sure that the person behind the scenes is the same person who ordered Payne to come to me.But I still can't find the reason why he did this... and Itachi is obviously aware of the existence of that person, but rather than discussing who the other party is, I want to enjoy a rare peaceful time with him without the little guys making trouble .

Although now it seems... Those tasks really tossed Itachi enough, even the meatballs couldn't beat his body's instinct for sleep.

"Itachi." I stretched out my hand and patted his shoulder, and without any surprise, I took off the other's instinctive right hand.

Even though the grasped palm is just a fragile bamboo stick, and there are even traces of glutinous rice slag left on it, but as long as necessary, it will pierce an adult's neck sharper than Kunai.

Itachi, who was relieved, just let go of the bamboo stick in his hand, indicating that he was really awake, but he didn't apologize for this action.

He used to be uneasy and bitter because of this before, but after it happened time and time again, he, who couldn't get rid of this instinct and couldn't get rid of it, never deliberately suppressed it because of it again.It's just because the opponent's strength is strong enough not to get hurt because of this, and the weak are simply not qualified to accompany him on the road that is destined to enter the abyss of death.

"Don't think so much, go and have a good sleep." Leaning over and kissing the corner of his lips, I couldn't help but chuckled and said, "You look like sleepwalking now, I don't want to live alone There are rumors of 'haunted' in this place."

Itachi nodded obediently, stood up, and kissed back: "Then, 'good night'."

A ninja of his level always sleeps lightly, and unless it is in an absolutely safe environment, the slightest movement can wake him up.Since the usual assassination missions are short, itachi has enough time to find a safe enough corner to soothe his tense nerves before taking on the next mission.However, due to the long duration of the recent missions and the tight contact tasks, his mental exhaustion has accumulated to a level that may explode at any time.

And when they were finally able to go back to the old house to catch their breath, their tense nerves suddenly relaxed as if they had received a signal to disband.This also made him lose his mind when facing his favorite meatball for the first time even though he was trying his best to stay awake.

Although the rare alone time was wasted on sleeping, it made Itachi feel a sense of loss that he didn't even notice... But he was also aware of his situation, so he obediently "floated" back to my dormitory , Make up for sleep.

Looking at the back of him sleepwalking back to the room with a smile in my eyes, I shook my head, cleaned up the dishes, and took my share of appetizers and a jug of sake, and sat down at the old place—the edge of the corridor in the backyard.Then, doing the same move as Itachi did before, fugue.

Squinting her eyes comfortably, the evening wind brushed over the tip of her nose with a hint of coolness, and there was a hint of itchiness.

I took a sip of the light green liquid in the flawless white jade wine cup. The faint aroma of the wine was far less rich than the medicinal wine I was familiar with, but it also had a special taste.

I didn't sit alone for too long. After a while, there was a slight sound of wooden friction behind me, and then, a slender shadow was printed on my white robe.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" I turned my face slightly and looked up, I asked softly without any surprise.

In the mansion of the Uchiha family, the clothes that originally belonged to "Master Itachi" have long been dusty.He casually took a yukata from me and changed into the Itachi, with his long black hair hanging loose, the overly long sleeves and the wide neckline, which set off the slim figure that is not considered to be muscular .

Half-squinting those bright red eyes that were always bloodthirsty in front of his partner, but now they are like obsidian-like black eyes, the young man with a delicate face, after taking off his battle attire, is just a frail young man who is far from a weak crown .

"...It doesn't matter where you sleep." Itachi blinked his eyes a little sleepy, but took out a pillow from behind. That posture seemed to be planning to "make a bed" in the corridor.

Although this reason was so far-fetched that people were full of black lines, but he was as awkward as he was, but he couldn't say it... In this family, he didn't dare to close his eyes.

Covered in blood, he is not afraid of the undead who are full of hatred and killing intent.However, the childhood memories attached to the old house deeply tormented his already perforated soul every minute and every second.Like a silent irony, the person who can't forgive his crimes... has always been himself.

It was he who ruined the once happy family... He didn't regret it, but he couldn't forgive himself either.

I just smiled helplessly, reached out and took the pillow in his arms, patted my thigh and said, "Since it's the same everywhere, then you have to learn to 'get local materials'...huh?"

"..." Itachi stared there silently for a few seconds, then simply lay down beside my legs.

Without the softness of a pillow, through the silky bathrobe material, he can even easily outline the perfect curve of those tight thighs.However, this feeling can always make him relax quickly...the body temperature of someone, and the unique smell of the other party - the indistinguishable faint medicinal fragrance with a subtle bitter taste, and...

"Wine..." He didn't notice it before, but it was indeed the smell of wine.

"Well, sake." After filling up the empty wine cup, I lowered my head and asked, "Would you like to drink?" With Bai Jue's nagging words as the source of the news, of course I knew that in just a few months, he Just changed from a teetotaler to a real "drunkard"... For a senior ninja, the impact of tobacco and alcohol on the body is far less than that of ordinary people.

It's just a way to vent your suppressed emotions, that's all.

A dark light flashed in the bottom of the black eyes, Itachi raised his chin, leaned on his side, propped himself up and approached my finger, and sipped lightly on the edge of the cup.I don't know whether it was intentional or not, the spilled wine slid down the corner of his lips and sank into the neckline.

"Spoiled." So naturally, I leaned over to press his lips.Kiss lightly along the wet trace, and the dexterous tip of the tongue rolls it into the mouth, savoring it carefully.

Each other's breath exaggerates the mellow aroma of wine.

The cool air is gradually warming up under the heat of friction between each other.Itachi leaned back on my lap, his raised chin and neck drew a beautiful arc, and his Adam's apple, which was not very obvious, rose and fell with the movement of swallowing.I couldn't help nibbling those plain lips, deepening the entanglement between the two of us, his light taste, just like new wine brewed for the first time... maybe not as strong and intoxicating as Laojiao's, but it also has its own unique flavor refreshing taste.

And as time goes by, the wine will only become more mellow...

"Itachi...uh." The instinct of a man made me want to go deeper. Taking advantage of the time to take a breath, I suppressed my desire and raised my eyes to ask for the other party's consent. It made me dumbfounded.

Itachi pursed his lower lip as if he was still interested, closed his eyes, and breathed slowly and rhythmically.

Hey……

As a man, a man who has just lit a fire and then poured a basin of cold water, I really want to wake him up and continue... But unfortunately, the truth can only be thought about.Facing the contradictory sleeping face with a hint of childishness, but revealing the vicissitudes rarely seen in adults, if I can do it, then I can really be regarded as a "beast".

I scratched my hair, sighed, and fulfilled my duty as a "pillow" while drinking sake.After all, I can't live without doing my own crimes~ This time, it's my turn to suffer from insomnia.