Just wait till you die

Passing through the tribe's residence, the fragmented corpses lay shockingly lying on the ground. The moonlight gently caressed those miserable scenes, blurring the coagulated blood and reflecting the holy and pure light.

I turned the corner and came to the patriarch's residence.Outside the door, Uchiha Itachi was wearing Anbe's attire, and the dagger that never left his body was still in his hand, dripping with bright red liquid.

I looked at him, he didn't care about my gaze, wiped the blood splashed on his face with the back of his hand, and put the knife into the sheath.

He wiped slowly because the blood clot dried on his face and would be difficult to clean.

I walked towards him and he put his hands down and looked at me quietly until I knelt down and hugged his brother.

"Itachi," I said, "I don't owe you anything."

He didn't speak for a while, and after looking at his younger brother's tender face for a while, he finally said: "En." The voice was very soft, as if he was afraid that his younger brother would wake up.

A black shadow seemed to flash across the roof, and the ridiculous tears on his face moved.Soon, he turned into a crow and disappeared before my eyes.

Cut, not even a thank you...

I frowned and threw Itachi's younger brother to the ground. The boy's body made a muffled sound when it made contact with the ground, looking extremely pitiful.

"Don't blame me, since your brother doesn't care about you, then I don't have to pity you so much." I took out a kunai from the knife bag, and said to Sasuke, "Please give me more advice in the future." Then I inserted it into my chest .

When I woke up, I was in the intensive care unit of the hospital without incident. Because the wound was close to the heart, I couldn’t use my shoulders. It was the nurse who saw me open my eyes and finally gave me a sip of water pitifully. Then she told Me, I've been in a coma for almost a month.

Looks like I've been vicious enough for myself... I close my eyes with satisfaction and lose consciousness again.

When I woke up again, I had been transferred to the general ward. The wound on my chest had been healed by medical ninjas. The nurses on the side passed their eyes to each other vigilantly. Soon, Lord Hokage and Lord Danzo came to my room together. ward.

Hokage-sama asked about my physical condition very kindly, and thoughtfully did not mention the tragedy of the genocide. His smiling expression almost made me relax my vigilance, but Danzo-sama obviously didn't trust me, so he asked me what he was most concerned about. It's also my biggest concern.

"Why didn't Uchiha Itachi kill you?"

The whole clan is dead, even his parents were hacked to death by him, only Sasuke and I survived, it is the duty of Danzo-sama to ask, but there is unnatural eagerness in his tone, as if Get restless.

"Why?" Seeing that I was silent, he asked again.

Hokage-sama didn't stop him, because he also wanted to know the answer, which was also the purpose of his trip.

I touched my chest, the thick layer of bandages made me unable to breathe, it was killing me!

"I don't know." I replied to him lightly. Anyway, I always said this, and he couldn't accuse me of anything. "When I went back, he was killing people. When he saw me, he stabbed me."

In order to create the illusion that someone had really stabbed me in the chest, I took kunai and stirred it vigorously in my body to make the wound look like I had struggled, and there were also abrasions and cuts on other parts of my body.But these were not enough to dispel their suspicion of me, so I silently added: "However, his eyes were bleeding at the time, as if he was injured."

It sounds reasonable to miss the enemy's heart because of an eye injury, but Itachi is an experienced ninja. It seems, as if he knows the secret that the kaleidoscope Sharingan will consume the body.

He stopped questioning, Hokage-sama is a tolerant person, and he didn't continue to ask about the details of that night, but I'm sure he would send someone to keep watching me, in case I was with Itachi Uchiha.But how could I know about Itachi Uchiha?In the end, I just let him go because I happened to be able to help him, and I don't know anything about him.

So I don't have to worry about the follow-up at all, because I can't do anything.

Afterwards, Hokage-sama tactfully told me that Uchiha Sasuke was still alive.He wanted to see joy on my face, but unfortunately, I couldn't cheer up.

"Got it." I said sullenly.

Hokage-sama was not easy to answer, and Danzo-sama announced the result with a cold face: "From now on, you will live together, and you will take care of Uchiha Sasuke."

Just because it was expected, I was slightly disdainful: "I can't afford him."

Hokage-sama was finally able to interject: "Don't worry, you will have subsidies."

A house, and a little money for food every month, this is a little mercy from the village.

I can't ask for anything else: "Thank you Hokage-sama."

It can't ask me anything.

When Sasuke came over, I thought he was going to collapse.He walked over, his eyes were extremely dim, with a strong sad and angry temperament that could be seen through at a glance, he looked more fragile than me, the injured patient.

He sat next to my bed, maybe because of the sequelae of Yuedu, he bowed his head and couldn't speak for a long time.

I leaned on the pillow at the head of the bed and looked at him sideways, my fingers under the quilt kept spinning, thinking about how to talk to him.As Uchiha, I was not good at communicating with people, and now I am even more confused.

"Sasuke," I called his name.

Sasuke raised his head quickly, and seemed to be waiting for me to speak.

He looked at me obediently, just like before.At that time, I was lonely and impatient, but I was assigned by the patriarch's wife to lead her young son to school.I don't like talking, every time Sasuke would happily follow me out, and after being infected by me, he would step into the school gate with the same stinky face as me.I think that Sasuke and I will have no friends like me, but Madam doesn't care. Is it just because I get full marks every time?

But now that I've graduated, Sasuke hasn't.

I let out a long sigh, and there was a warning pain in my chest, so I calmed down again, and told Sasuke calmly: "I'm sorry, that day..."

"I remember, you came to save me, but that guy Itachi..." Sasuke gritted his teeth.

... What happened to me by him?How can I not remember?Could it be that his head was smashed by me, did his memory go wrong?

Feeling guilty, Itachi asked me to take care of his younger brother, but I screwed up right from the start!

However, since he said so, let the misunderstanding continue.Little by little I continued, "Would you like to live with me?"

He must not want to, since he went to school, I have never given him a smiling face, and I have never waited for him because his steps are too small to keep up with me. When he gets good grades and I show off myths to ridicule him.I don't have much patience for children, he doesn't hate me because he has a big heart.

"If you don't want to, I can tell Hokage-sama..." I didn't want him to embarrass me, and I didn't want to make embarrassment myself, so I took the initiative to say.

"I would like to," Sasuke interrupted me, he didn't know when there were tears in his eyes, and he looked at me with big wet eyes, "I will take care of you in the future."

I almost asked him why he agreed, but the second half of his sentence made me forget the question.I raised my eyebrows strangely, trying to tell him: "I will become a jonin as soon as possible, and the salary is enough for the two of us to spend."

But Sasuke looked at me like I was paralyzed, the kind of waste who lived on others.Later I found out that because he woke up earlier than me, I was still in a coma when he found me, with layers of bandages on my chest covered with blood, and I looked extremely miserable.Someone told him that I might die, and he tried to refute those people while weeping by my bed, leaving a shadow ever since.

It took Sasuke a long time to believe that I would live a healthy and healthy life. He seemed to regain some energy, and raised his head to stare at my face again.

... I don't know what to look at.

...I looked up to the ceiling.