[Comprehensive] living to death

It is said that the memory of a person's life begins at the age of three.Before the age of three, human infants are no different from those of other animals, and they all survive in this world only by instinct.

However, just like a four-leaf clover can always be found among countless clover, there are exceptions to everything.

Itachi Uchiha is the exception.

Itachi remembers things very early.

He remembers toddling in the hallways of his home, his weight on weak legs.The sun slanted down from the side, and he stepped on it with his feet.One step, two steps, three steps.The sun was falling on his eyes when he fell.

Itachi closed his eyes.Then, he heard the man's laughter.

"How can you fall on flat ground? Little Itachi, are you an idiot, hahaha..."

He lay on the ground and turned to look at the man.Long black hair, upturned lips; it was the creature he would call "sister."

My sister came over and raised her hand to poke his forehead.Itachi looked at her.

"Little Weasel, don't cry, stand up quickly." She said with a smile, "I won't help you."

Itachi stared at her, feeling very strange, but he just got up silently, then leaned on the wall, lowered his head, and continued to walk forward step by step.

You only cry when it hurts, don't you?But he wasn't in any pain.

He stopped and looked back: on the thick foam pad, the footprints he had just left were disappearing little by little.But the sun was still there, golden and bright.

Wasn't this the man who laid out the soft cushions here last night?Has she already forgotten?

"Why don't you go, are you tired?"

The sunlight in front of him was blocked.Itachi tilted his head, but still couldn't see; so he looked up at his sister and shook his head. "elder sister……"

You block the sun.

Before he could complete the sentence, my sister suddenly bent down and picked him up.Itachi smelled a very faint fragrance, which was the smell of mother every time she dried clothes.

"Okay, okay, I know, I want to give you a hug~" said my sister, "Little Itachi is so good at acting like a baby!"

not like this.

Itachi blinked, thought for a while, but just hugged her sister's neck tightly, and gently pressed her face against her hair.

very warm.It turns out that the sun is on my sister.

blue sky.patio.Sunshine Doll in the hallway.parents.And my sister's smile.In Itachi's brief years that can be described as "ignorant", these constitute all his memories.All the lights and shadows were as sweet as the candy his sister stuffed in his mouth.

He may have had a sweet tooth since then.And, like it all my life.

When he began to gradually get rid of the broken thinking of young children and try to think about the world systematically, the adults said that war broke out.That was the war known as the "Third Ninja War" by later generations.

Suddenly, the sister was gone.No, it's not "disappearing", but it takes a long time to see her.Later, I couldn't see my sister at all.

In fact, the father also "disappeared", but he didn't appear much at first, and he was stiff and majestic.In Itachi's heart at that time, it was very common for his father to "disappear", far less important than his sister's "disappearance".

Sometimes Itachi would stare at the entrance door in a daze.He felt that he missed his sister's sweets and hugs.

War - what is that?Itachi began to think about such questions.When grown-ups mentioned the word, he would stop and listen.Sometimes the adults remember to let him go, sometimes they forget.Relying on piece after piece of broken information, Itachi slowly pieced together the whole picture of that thing called "War".

But all "hearing" is far inferior to "seeing".

At the end of the war, his father took Itachi to the battlefield.Itachi will never forget what he saw at that time.He will never forget those mountains of corpses and seas of blood, those unnecessary, stupid and extremely cruel fights.

fear.This is life's instinctive fear of death.

madness.This is the logical conclusion.

Yet he stood on the battlefield, so weak, so powerless.Itachi wanted to cry, but desperately endured it.Layers of blood lay at his feet, but the father said: "You are my son, you must get used to this. You have to be patient."

So Itachi endured desperately, desperately, without shedding a single tear.He just looked at the countless corpses and swore to himself over and over again: If he wants to make war disappear, he must let this senseless dispute disappear.

At that moment, Itachi was clearly standing beside his father, but he felt a sense of loneliness.The loneliness was so subtle that even Itachi himself didn't realize it.It lurks in the gaps in his thoughts, and if there is no accident, this sense of loneliness will evolve into a sense of mission of "whom I am", making him silently walk on a path that no one understands.

But my sister came back.

The elder sister who was obviously not much older than herself, but had personally experienced such a cruel war, was so angry that she slapped the table and had a big fight with her father as soon as she knew that her father had led her to the battlefield.

Itachi was stunned.He had never seen his sister so angry, and he never thought that his sister would dare to quarrel with his father in such a fierce manner.

Then my sister was beaten up by her father and thrown to the door to hold a bucket all night.His father ordered Itachi not to visit his sister, but when night fell and his parents were asleep, Itachi still quietly ran out.

The summer nights were clear and the stars shone brightly in the sky.Itachi carefully opened the door, and saw his sister sitting cross-legged at the door, with a bucket full of water on the side, and the water surface was swaying.Although his movements were very light, my sister turned her head and showed him a relaxed smile.

Itachi looked at the bucket on the ground, then at his sister, his eyes widened.

"Ah, weasel! Come on, come on!"

"Sister, please keep your voice down!" Itachi said nervously, while not forgetting to look behind him, he ran to his sister and closed the door carefully.

But the sister even laughed out loud.Not only that, but she stood up and bent over to hug him.Itachi felt shy, but thinking that his sister was punished for his own affairs, he still complied with his sister's wish.

My sister is as warm as ever.Unconsciously, Itachi let out a long breath, relaxed his tense back, and let himself lean into his sister's arms.This action was unconscious, and when he realized it, he was annoyed at his weakness.

He felt that the strong should not rely on anyone, and it was not good for a moment.

But my sister seemed to know what he was thinking, touched his head, and said in a rare gentle tone: "It's okay."

It's amazing, it's just a sentence, but it blows into my heart like a gust of warm wind.At that moment, the sounds of fighting day and night on the battlefield finally calmed down, like thin ice on a river being melted by spring water.Itachi suddenly felt a long-lost peace and warmth.

Just for a short while.Itachi thought, hiding his face in his sister's shoulder.

"Why... my sister wants to quarrel with my father?"

"Huh? What kind of problem is this?" My sister felt very strange, "Because you are my younger brother... Oh, and because I know that is my real father, I will not be beaten to death, hahaha!"

"Sister, that's not what I meant." Itachi almost laughed, and he had to work hard to maintain the serious atmosphere of the conversation, "I mean, why is my sister so angry? The matter of going to the battlefield was only after I told my father that there was no problem. I went."

Although his original intention was to wonder what kind of place his sister was in...but he didn't expect to see a scene like hell.

"The 'consent' of you, a person without civil capacity, doesn't count, okay?"

My sister said something he didn't understand.

"Because the little ferret is still young, even if I have to be exposed to such cruel things, I hope I can tell you when you are a little more mature. Otherwise, what if you get PTSD? Dad, that guy is really big-hearted ..."

The whispering sister is like turning on a faucet that can't be turned on.But Itachi didn't intend to say that.He just reached out and hugged his sister tightly, closing his eyes.

This man, he thought, was the man who had really been through the war, just like his father.But why?The breath on my sister's body has not changed at all, it is still soft and pure, like newly washed clothes drying in the sun.

want to protect this person.I want to protect such a sister.I also want to protect the peaceful and peaceful atmosphere now, and stop letting stupid disputes break it.It is enough for everyone to live a good life; it is enough for my sister to live happily as she is now.

He wants to become very strong...to become the strongest ninja.

That is Uchiha Itachi's wish and ambition.

"Okay, okay, go to sleep, little weasel, don't be discovered by dad." My sister patted him on the back.

"No, I want to stay with my sister." He stood up straight and looked at his sister seriously, "Since my sister was punished for me, then this is my responsibility."

My sister started laughing again.She is always smiling, any little thing can make her happy, and she likes to make other people happy too.But she finished laughing and didn't intend to stop him.

"Okay, then fulfill your responsibilities well!"

After finishing speaking, my sister pinched his face.Itachi doesn't accept the gesture of pinching the face to tease children, but because it's his sister, he doesn't dislike it at all.Probably no matter what my sister does, he won't feel bad.

Not long after the war ended, the leaves at night were a bit bleak, there were no other people on the street, only dim street lamps and plants blowing in the wind.There are lights in the bucket, and there are faint stars.

"How beautiful the stars are." said my sister.

Itachi also raised his head, looking up at the sky.

"Little Weasel, it looks like you're a Gemini!" My sister said enthusiastically, "Guess where your zodiac sign is?"

It's okay for him to look at the star map to identify the direction, but what about the constellations...Itachi spent a long time distinguishing, but he couldn't see any decent patterns.

"I don't know." He looked at his sister, "Where is it?"

My sister looked down at him, then suddenly raised her hand and flicked his forehead.He touched his forehead, a little dazed.

"Such an educated question..." she said solemnly, "How could I know!"

...Sister really is.

Itachi don't look away.

However, my sister will keep it like this, it's good.

That night, Itachi was already ready to stand with his sister for the whole night, but not long after, his father with a displeased face opened the door.

"You two! What's the trouble at this late hour, go to bed!"

Father stared, still looking cold and fierce.But for some reason, Itachi and his sister looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

By the way, even the bucket was taken away by my father.

Everything seemed extraordinarily soft that summer evening.

After the third ninja war ended, Konoha entered a period of peace, and Itachi really entered his growth period.He learns everything and thinks everything.From the principle and application of chakra, to the origin of ninja, to the analysis of ordinary people's society; from basic physical training to simple ninjutsu and illusion.Itachi keeps working hard for his goals.

However, he clearly told himself to grow up early, but he still couldn't help but look forward to the snacks brought back by his sister.

Is it raw fruit or dried fruit today?Or Western fruit or dumpling?Is it his favorite three-color dumpling, or the matcha dumpling or soy sauce dumpling that my sister likes?

I always think so when I relax my mind.

Looking back later, probably at that time, he was just satisfied with the feeling of being doted on by his sister.

Although he never said it, Itachi loved his sister very, very much; he knew that she loved him too.Such affection comes from natural blood, but it is more than that.But why there were more, Itachi couldn't tell.Anyway, just like he can’t accept being pinched in the face by others, he can’t tell his dream to people other than his sister (world peace? Everyone will just treat it as a child’s silly words), and he can’t let people other than his sister People walking on the street with their backs on their backs... No, not even my father.

It must be my sister.

"Little Itachi~ I'm so tired from work today! I need a kiss from Little Itachi!"

Ah, really, to tease him again.But since I was asked by my sister, I can't refuse.

Itachi sighed, put down his shuriken, walked over and kissed his sister on the cheek.The elder sister's smile became brighter, showing that she was indeed happy because of it.

I did nothing wrong.Itachi was also happy.

You know, loving others deeply, and at the same time believing that you are deeply loved, is itself a very precious happiness.