Remnant bones

Before the little ghosts came back, I carried the sleeping Itachi back to the room.And this time, he slept all day and all night, and he didn't wake up until the next evening when I came back from "work" in the hospital and brought Junma Lu home.

As a matter of course, the job of dinner was handed over to Junmaro.Although nominally he is still a patient on sick leave, after returning home as a patient, he has to be busy taking care of three meals for five people, and taking care of two children who were severely autistic after being hit by the "hell meal". Small animals.

This made Jun Malu's mouth twitch and stroke his forehead, a rare feeling of regret... If I had known earlier, I might as well have stayed in the hospital!Brother, you definitely did it on purpose~ As a result, the sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen became louder and louder, and the strong resentment mixed in it made the small animals who were lying in the same room because of diarrhea easy to take care of, Subconsciously shaking his body, he squeezed under a quilt.

Obviously it was the result they were looking forward to, but Naruto and Sasuke couldn't be happier... This kitchen knife gave them the illusion that they were chopping on themselves~ Tears~ "Did you sleep well?" They didn't eat together, I took my share with Itachi and went back to the backyard.

Wearing a pure white oversized bathrobe, the black-haired boy was combing his shiny black hair. When he saw me coming in, he turned his head and nodded to me.

Itachi's clothes were not dry after washing, and the change of clothes he carried in the scroll were all corseted battle attire.He doesn't like the feeling of being so tight when he's not working, so most of the time when he's in my room, he wears a loose yukata, or borrows me a kimono.

It's just that it's okay in the past, but my current figure is really different from his.The lean and slender body is wrapped in the oversized silk robe, like an ignorant child playing in his parents' clothes, which looks a bit... er, funny.

Fortunately, as long as the kimono is worn properly, it will not look too eye-catching if it is a little bigger.If you are alone, it is obviously difficult to do it. You must know that the orthodox kimono at the banquet requires at least three skilled waiters to wear it together. Itachi does not wear kimonos as daily clothing like me, and his natural proficiency is also poor. Quite a lot.

"I'll help you." Putting the meal aside, I beckoned for Itachi, still struggling with his belt, to come over.He took the navy blue four-finger belt and said, "Raise your hand."

Itachi complied.

I knelt down and straightened the slightly messy collar on his chest.Hold one end of the belt with each hand, pass it under his armpit, tighten it, cross it in the middle of the back waist, then go around to the front and repeat again, so back and forth three times.With the last hand, he grabbed the remaining cloth forgings at both ends, adjusted the hem of his clothes, and neatly tied a generous cypress fan knot on his front left waist: "It's done."

After getting the answer, Itachi lowered his head subconsciously, and happened to meet me who was about to get up.

The slightly cool lips passed silently like the wind caressing, but the figures of the two of them subconsciously paused and looked at each other.He didn't see the slightest surprise or embarrassment in the other party's eyes.The close contact, the familiar body fragrance lingers in each other's nasal cavity, with an inexplicable trace of intoxication.

So, he kissed him so naturally.

Under the twilight, the cool evening wind is burned by the burning desire, exuding a heart-pounding dryness.Under the reflection of Xiayun, the white clothes on her body are like blood-stained colors without bottom...

"Hmm..." With my head held high, I subconsciously tightened Shang Huan's arm around the opponent's waist.The black-haired boy who was gradually aroused by desire, his knees softened, and he fell down on me.

It was difficult to find the posture of the point of strength, so Itachi twisted a few times awkwardly.Half-squinting those deep black eyes, he turned his head slightly, put his arms around my shoulders, and entered a new round of lingering after a short breath.

He is not obsessed with sex, but has an unusual reliance on purely physical contact and entanglement.

The most primitive physical touch...is the only source of the only sense of security in his heart, and it is only for the person in front of him.

The belt that had just been fastened, under the nimble manipulation of the slender fingers, took only a moment to breathe, and then completely loosened and slid down along the arc of the wearing waist.Compared with helping him put it on, I am obviously more interested in how to completely take off the shackles of the covering... This feeling makes me enjoy it a lot.

"Let's continue the 'things' that we didn't finish last night..." Lifting up the hem of his clothes, he slid his fingertips over the tender and delicate acupuncture points, rubbing them.I nibbled at the fair neck in front of me, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Hmm..." He didn't answer immediately, he had been abstinent for more than half a month, and the tight acupoints couldn't accommodate the invasion of foreign objects for a while, Itachi frowned a little uncomfortable, and let out a low moan.While adjusting his breathing, he reached out and inserted his hand between the long hair that was as pure as snow.

With his movements, the messy white hair was entangled between his fingers, tangled and difficult to loosen, but it brought an irresistible sense of belonging...

Immediately, he only heard a clear response: "Okay."

Burying my head on his neck, I chuckled and murmured: "Then, I'm 'starting'..." No longer suppressing my impulse, I personally branded the white silky skin one by one. The red seal under it is so beautiful that it makes people lose their minds.

And the conservatism in nature of the receiving party made the ambiguous panting that was forcibly suppressed spread silently in the room.

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After getting the greatest physical satisfaction, it was rare for me to forcefully confine my undressed lover in my arms, and enjoy the belated dinner with her.

I consumed most of my physical strength and replenished a little after eating.The sweat on his forehead was still wet. Although he was not used to being held in his arms when he was awake, Itachi didn't hate this feeling.After trying to resist several times to no avail, he indulged the other's stubbornness, which was similar to being coquettish, and just leaned on his chest lazily with his eyes half down.

The obscene smell in the air that has not dissipated, with the rhythmic heartbeat in the ear, has a hypnotic effect.

Even though he had slept for a long time, he still felt a little groggy.However, just when he was immersed in that peaceful and warm embrace, and was about to fall asleep again... the strange movement of the person behind him woke him up.

"What's wrong?" Itachi couldn't help asking in a low voice, being lifted up with one hand.

"Leaving that in there is not good for your health." I picked up a scattered robe, draped it over my shoulders, and wrapped the two together. I rubbed the other's cheek like a cat, with a soft tone He said, "I went too far just now... Did you get hurt?"

Itachi shook his head, but his brows furrowed.

"Huh?" Somewhat puzzled by his reaction, I asked in response, "Is there something uncomfortable?"

Itachi still shook his head, it had nothing to do with his body...the reason was in another place: "Put me down." Even though he knew that the other person's height was beyond his control, this kind of hug really... always made him feel a little nervous. The illusion of being treated like a child.

"..." Regarding the difference in body shape, I have struggled with it for a long time, how could I not understand his thinking.But knowing that he knew it, he still took a few steps to the door of the bathroom, and then let go: "I'm going to turn on the hot water."

In the past, Jun Malu, who was considerate at this time, had already made all the preparations, but this time Itachi came back, and he didn't notice that he was tossing the two wayward brats.But now they have already gone to bed at this time, and I don't want to disturb them, at least in name, the little guy is still a patient... Although I asked him for leave from the beginning, it was just to limit his training. The recovery speed is definitely much better than when I was back then.

After putting the water in, I was kicked out of the bathroom.

"Itachi..." Facing the closed door, I could not help but curl the corners of my lips when I heard the sound of dripping water.I usually do these follow-up tasks, but this is only when Itachi is in a half-conscious state... Presumably I will do it, and the chances of misfires are too high.

Fortunately, Uchiha's old house is big enough, and there is not only one bathroom.

Clear myself up, and I obviously don't have the patience to deal with Itachi.After a casual rinse with cold water, I wrapped a towel around my waist and went back to my room barefoot.Not surprisingly, Itachi hadn't come out yet, so I opened the closet and rummaged through it.I just remembered it in the shower before, and I remember... uh, it should be in this position.

In the stacks of neatly arranged white clothes, a touch of dark blue came into his eyes.

……found it.

There was a flash of light in the bottom of the silvery eyes, and then it was replaced by that faint smile.As soon as I closed the paper door of the closet, I heard the slightly staggering familiar footsteps behind me.

Just in time.I got up and took the towel in his hand, and after wiping the water stains on his hair with moderate strength, I shook off the clothes I found earlier, and called: "Try this one."

Itachi slightly opened his eyes wide in surprise, but opened his arms without refusing, allowing me to fiddle with it.

The pattern of the kimono is not complicated, just a geometric combination of lines and rhombuses, which is a common pattern in men's kimonos.With the background color of navy blue, it looks simple and neat.However, there is something special about it...the lines, thick or thin, are various shades of blue, criss-crossing each other, washing away the only trace of immaturity in his physiology, with a touch of elegance. With a steady look, it fits Itachi's temperament very well.

With his straight black hair hanging loose, Itachi wearing a blue kimono, he didn't see any trace of ruthlessness and bloodiness when performing tasks, but the noble aura surrounding his body could be seen at a glance.

If it wasn't for the acquaintance standing in front of him, no one would be able to associate him with the "red evil god" that everyone said.

"Very suitable for you." With a satisfied smile, I stood up, held his chin and kissed the corner of his lips lightly.

There is no element of lust, pure appreciation of beauty.

"Yeah." Itachi just responded without showing anything else, but subconsciously stroked the well-fitting kimono on his body, and it could be seen that he at least didn't hate it.However, when he inadvertently glanced at a corner of the closet from the corner of his eyes, a missing object gave him a slightly familiar "Huh".

"What's the matter?" I picked it up and found that it was the metal relief that the little fox gave me when I first came to Konoha. I accidentally forgot it existed, so that I couldn't remember where I put it.

I didn't expect it to be caught in the piles of clothes when I was packing up, no wonder I couldn't find it.But now it seems that Itachi knows the origin of this thing.

Taking it from my hand, after a few close glances, Itachi shrugged his eyebrows imperceptibly and said, "This is... the family crest of the Yachi Clan that Konoha has exterminated for a long time. I saw it in the history records of the clan. Pass."

"Baqi!?" I frowned slightly in surprise, and I couldn't hide the surprise in my tone.This surname is too unfamiliar to many people, but to me, it is not... I have heard it before, from the mouth of the last survivor of the Yachi clan-Yachimaru.

"There are very few descriptions of the 'Eight-Different Clan' in the historical records, and only a few sentences are used." Aware of my strangeness, Itachi didn't ask but went on straight: "According to the records, the 'Eight-Different Clan' 'It was one of the few families that originally formed Konoha. On the eve of the armistice of World War I, it was explained to the outside world that the family was exterminated because of the invasion of Iwanin. In essence, the records of the Uchiha family were because the whole family was immersed in The ban on the human body was secretly ordered to be eradicated by the high-level elders. The only survivor at the time was the patriarch of that clan, and there was only one baby who was born less than a day old. What happened to the baby was not mentioned in the historical records, and the patriarch, He was killed in the line of duty years later."

"And that person's name, mentioned above is called..."

"...Baqijian Jiuyin." Without intending to hide my knowledge of this matter, I followed the trend.

Itachi just glanced at me, then continued what he hadn't finished saying, and continued: "The ancestral house of the Yachi clan was destroyed in the fire, and nothing remained, but this is not absolute. The surviving patriarch once I bought a property in Konoha Village, and now it has been converted into a distribution apartment because it is too old... that is where Naruto Uzumaki lives."

After all, he stared at me, waiting for an explanation.

"..." Vaguely, there seems to be some truth hidden under the surface, which surfaced in this unintentional conversation... Human body forbidden art, Orochimaru's body was stolen, Akatsuki's solicitation of me, Itachi's abnormality Quests, those fragments, seem to lack a clue to connect them from beginning to end.

"Baqi, Jianjiuyin..." My fingertips outlined the beautiful lines of the cold iron flower, and I couldn't help but slowly said: "That man is not dead."

No evidence, just a feeling.

--【hehe……】

The rustling low hoarse voice echoed in the room, it seemed like there was nothing there, it wasn't actually heard... It was more like a whisper that exploded directly in the ear.

Unable to find the source of the sound, I stretched out my hand to hold the handle of "Bai Ji", which was still slightly warm, and was vigilant all over.Itachi didn't know where to find a short knife, and his originally black eyes were soaked in the color of blood.

【Madara's child... Those eyes are really beautiful, but unfortunately, beautiful things will always attract the jealousy of God, and I don't know how long you can keep them. 】The hoarse and low-pitched male voice does not match the melody, but after listening to it for a long time, it carries a trace of irresistible temptation, just like the seductive hissing of a demon when he glances at his prey.

Itachi was unmoved, he understood the double meaning of what he said, but he never intended to refute it.

With a trace of regret, a trace of regret, the uninvited guest in the dark seemed to know a lot, enough to treat those unknown secrets as a topic of entertainment after dinner.And in that lazy tone, there is always a kind of arrogance that is full of teasing people in the world: [As for the little white snake, what I can tell you is...you...you are right~] I couldn't help being slightly stunned, even though it was me The result was speculative, but I still couldn't believe it when I heard the definite answer from the person involved: "Yijijian Jiuyin?"

[That's right...] He simply admitted his identity, and the smile in his tone was even bigger: [Of course, I'm different from those stingy old immortals, I have a 'reward'~] [Look outside. 】Yaqijian Jiuyin gestured with difficulty concealing his joy.

Subconsciously looking in the direction he pointed, under the moonlight, a black figure with a beast-shaped mask stood on the top of the tall telegraph pole.Although the distance is not close, it is enough for us to see each other's clothes... We are no strangers, black tights with trousers, white vest and protective gear, that is the standard equipment that Anbu has never changed since its establishment .

And that man is obviously not the real "Anbu"... Except for the third generation, there are very few people in Konoha who can escape the detection of Itachi and me.

But in the same way, the other party is not the "deceased" Yaqi patriarch, Yaqijian Jiuyin who spoke.

[Whether you can keep up is up to you. 】The father of Orochimaru, who never showed his figure, chuckled lightly: 【Hehe...】The original clear voice gradually faded away.

The pseudo-Anbu, who was carrying a long sword, seemed to have also received instructions.The sight under the mask stayed on us for a moment, then moved away.Turning around and jumping down from a high place, it turned into an afterimage and disappeared above the continuous eaves.

I met Itachi's eyes, and I said lightly, "Go." In the blink of an eye, the figure in the room disappeared without a trace.

The speed of the knife-wielding man is very fast, but it is not his fastest, obviously he has spare power.I am good at gymnastics and am agile, so I have to use eight points of strength to keep up.Itachi's speed is rare among ninjas, but it is only the hand speed of the seal. As a ninja of the art type, his physical skills are only ordinary for a professional like me. It seems that he can keep up with our pace Somewhat reluctantly.

I frowned slightly, but retreated to his side with a slight step, supported him with one hand, and then accelerated to catch up.

Itachi tightly grasped the hand on my neckline, but he didn't refuse anymore. He knew his own strength and his weakness better.But now is not the time to worry about such trivial matters.

After passing through most of Muye Village, the leading path of the knife-wielding man became more and more remote.The originally dense eaves gradually thinned out, and when he stopped, the three of them were already on the edge of the deserted Muye Village.

However, although there are no people, it does not mean that the place we are going to is a desolate wilderness... However, even if it is still within the scope of the village, the scene inside is not necessarily better than the wilderness. Go - the towering dense iron nets, the dark forest where the insects have disappeared, and the striking skull mark on the iron gate.

"Konoha's No.40 No. [-] training ground...alias: 'Death Forest'." Slowly reading the words on the door plate, I couldn't help but wonder.Why here?

The Itachi in his arms remembered something, and said coldly: "Although I don't know if it's true or not...the Forest of Death was once the territory of the Eight-Different Clan."

"No." The knife-wielding Anbu, who had been silent for a long time, spoke for the first time, with a calm voice just like his own temperament: "This place has always been the territory of Yaqijian Jiuyin, and it is still the same now."

The other party is obviously also a "true witness" of history.

After that brief stop, the man who was leading the way continued on.The towering iron net was nothing to the people present, and not long after entering the cold and damp jungle, the destination arrived... Behind a hidden rock, except for the smooth stone wall covered with moss and the dense forest beside it Parasitic vines without any artificial traces.

"You've got the 'key', what to do with the 'things' inside... please." Pushing aside a bunch of vines, revealing the circular groove the size of a fist behind, the knife-wielding man is saying this At that time, he was a little hesitant, and there was a hint of helplessness in it, which was different from the previous indifference.

However, after I put down Itachi... I swung my knife and slashed at the opponent, but only an illusory afterimage was drawn.

It was just a tentative attack, I didn't expect to leave behind the man whose physique was faintly above me, and then I looked up at the other party on the treetop.

"Even this is very similar to..." With an unclear murmur, not annoyed by my sneak attack, the other party shook his head and let out a doting chuckle, his figure dissipated invisible in the darkness go.

The golden animal pupils shone coldly. After making sure that there were really no other living things around, I inserted the "key" - the embossed iron plate into the groove. With a soft "click", the huge The rock wall shifted, revealing a gap large enough for one person to enter.

After the stone wall behind us closed, lights lit up in the dark cave, illuminating our vision.Bottles and cans of utensils were placed messily all over the floor, and various organ specimens that are no stranger to me can be seen everywhere, but there is no sign of half of the experimental living body, and even the floor is only partly free from dust. , apparently only recently has someone started to come in and out of this long-vacant laboratory.

If it is the territory of Baqi, it is not surprising whether there is a laboratory discovered in the dead forest.

The space in the cave is not small. At the end of the gradual deepening along the lighting... In the room at the end, we saw two culture tubes filled with bright green nutrient solution, one big and one small, and two faces suspended in it It's the same person. Itachi and I are no strangers.

"Yachi... Orochimaru." The baby who was born on the day when the genocide was exterminated, one of the only survivors of the Yachi clan, in front of him was the stolen "body" of Orochimaru, and the shadow of Orochimaru... An immature child who looks less than a year old.

Yachima Hisune, what exactly do you want to do?