Yuu Uchiha is not Itachi

It was a leisurely afternoon, without the scorching sun, the sky was filled with large clouds of different shapes, and the soft light poured down from the halo, warming the people.The gentle breeze is mixed with the aroma of cherry blossoms, bringing passers-by a rare refreshment in midsummer.Under such sunlight, the pedestrians in the streets and alleys seem so leisurely and freehand.But for some reason, everyone's eyes couldn't help but gather in one direction.Some people even bumped into oncoming passers-by or tripped over unknown objects under their feet because they were too focused, and some even bumped into public facilities such as roadside street lights and railings.Even so.After apologizing or getting up, the eyes of pedestrians still cannot be diverted and continue to stare in that direction, and even the latecomers continue to join the ranks of gazing affectionately

And the focus of everyone is the young man standing at the gate of Uchiha's old house.The young man was tall and slender, with waterfall-like black hair fluttering in the wind, and a pair of slender peach eyes with a smile, he murmured: "I'm here to pick you up—Uchiha Itachi."

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In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun flushed the sky, and the earth was also dyed golden.The birds seemed to have returned to their nests, and the lush leaves made a "rustling" sound under the breeze, and two elongated and thin figures walked side by side on the way home.

"Brother, do you still want to go to Brother Zhishui's house?"

Standing at the fork in the road, I held Itachi's little hand and smiled sweetly.

"Well, brother Zhishui said that he will give me a new technique, and he may go back later." Itachi lightly poked me on the chest. "Then I'll go first."

Suddenly my thoughts flashed, and I pulled Itachi's sleeve tightly like a conditioned reflex.

Itachi looked at his younger brother with some doubts, and read a trace of uneasiness in his eyes looking at him.

"What's the matter, Xiaoyou?"

"Well...can you come back early today..."

For some reason, I suddenly felt that as long as I let go of my hand, it would be difficult to see me again in the future.

A hand gently stroked the top of my head, and the warm feeling gradually spread throughout my body. An unprecedented sense of security enveloped me, and my eye sockets couldn't help getting moist.

"Okay, I'll be back soon."

He patted his younger brother's head comfortingly, and his lips raised a slight arc.

"Yeah!" Seeing his smile, I unconsciously raised the corners of my mouth. "Then, brother, please go."

Watching Itachi's figure disappear at the end of the alley, I slowly moved forward.

Looking up at the darkened sky, I realized that it has been seven years since I came to this world before I knew it.Lively and full of jokes every day is a great happiness for me, and it can be regarded as making up for the missing childhood in my previous life.Due to the early death of my parents, I don't feel much love from my parents in my impression. It was my uncle who brought me up alone.Back then there was only training all day long and a lot of studying... Maybe it was because of this that I was able to come here and feel the love that I didn't have before.Not only that, but also gave me a younger brother, the god really treats me well.If you let me leave like this, I will be reluctant.

Thinking about it like this, I walked to the door of the mansion, opened the door, and saw a fact that horrified me——

There is an extra pair of men's shoes at the entrance!

Could it be...that guy is coming!

Before I could change into my slippers, I kicked off my shoes and ran into the living room in a hurry. Sure enough, the peachy-eyed and big-tailed wolf named Madara was happily joking with Mikoto Fugaku... oh no, chatting.

Madara was stunned for a moment when he saw me, with admiration in his eyes, then turned his head and said to Fuyue:

"Fu Yue-san is really lucky. Not only has Master Sasuke been added, but also such a beautiful daughter is by his side, which is really enviable."

"Ah, Madara-sama is really good at joking, he is Yuu."

Mikoto came out of the kitchen carrying the fruit and explained kindly.

Unfortunately, our Mr. Madara is not very hard of hearing, so he misunderstood "Yu" as "Itachi" again.At this moment, there was undisguised amazement on Madara's face, and the finger pointing at our second child trembled.

"He, he, he..."

He didn't come out for a long time.

Fuyue rubbed his forehead in embarrassment. He admitted that his second son had grown up a little too softly over the years. "Madara-sama..."

"Ahem...it's nothing." Madara coughed twice and regained her composure. "It just so happens that your son is back, so let's continue the topic we just talked about."

When Madara finished speaking these words, both Fugaku and Mikoto's expressions became very serious, and the atmosphere suddenly became dignified.It seems that he and Madara just talked about something extremely important.

"That... Mom and Dad?"

I tentatively opened my mouth, but I didn't expect to be greeted by Mikoto's teary eyes.

"Xiaoyou, come here and let mom give you a good hug..." Meiqin pulled me into her arms with a sad smile. "The next time I see you, I don't know when it will be... Ah la, I obviously agree with you to go... But still, I can't bear you..."

The clothes gradually felt hot and humid, and Mikoto's arms holding me also gradually tightened.

Leaning on her slightly trembling shoulders, I stroked her back soothingly.She used to be my senior sister and took care of me everywhere. Now she is my mother. I clearly know that this woman cherishes and cares for me as an important family member of hers. I can feel her true love for me. It's very thick.

"Honey, it's okay. Yuu just went out to study, and it's not like I won't see you again..." Fuyue took Miqin's shoulders and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Although Fu Yue was an actor in the past, unlike Mikoto, he was really not good at expressing his feelings.I always hide that feeling very deeply, but everything he does reflects his love bit by bit, although sometimes he beats me, but every time he secretly takes medicine for Itachi and tells him to give it to me He is also the one who took the medicine.

"Listen to Madara-sama carefully, and don't cause trouble for others. Pay attention to your body. As the son of the Uchiha family, don't embarrass the Uchiha family...Also, remember to go home often."

Listening to Fuyue's instructions, I nodded slightly, my throat seemed to be blocked by something, I couldn't say a word, and there was an uncontrollable sour feeling in my heart.Is this the pain of parting?

"Then Madara-sama, Inuzi will take care of you."

Fuyue nodded quite formally, his voice was a little low, and it was not difficult to see that he was hiding his emotions.

"Don't worry, I will definitely take good care of him." Madara's gaze shifted back from the scenery outside the window, and he stretched out a slender and beautiful hand to me. "It's getting late, so we won't bother you anymore."

Reluctantly coming out of Mikoto's arms, I gently took that hand.The seemingly light movements, in fact, have already turned the river upside down in the heart.

——I'm leaving.

——It's a feeling of reluctance...

——That guy Itachi is such a liar...

——Why haven't you come back yet...

——I want to see you.

"Hey, Mom, what is Second Brother going to do?"

When Madara and I walked to the entrance, Sasuke came out of the room holding his little dinosaur puppet, gently tugged on Mikoto's clothes, his big dark eyes were full of doubts.

The phrase "Second Brother" made Mr. Madara confused - didn't he only have two children, so why did Xiao Sasuke call it Second Brother Itachi? [Big mistake...] Could this be a nickname between the two brothers?That's great, it would be even better if Quanna was here.It is said that their family Quan Nai looks very good-looking when she smiles, and the voice of calling him brother is also the best... So our Mr. Madara is so immersed in his younger brother's control that he can't extricate himself so much that he missed the truth again.

"Your brother is going on a long trip, Xiao Zuo." Mikoto hugged Sasuke. "Come, see off brother with mom and dad."

"Well, good." Sasuke nodded obediently.

"Sasuke, how many times have I told you to remove the word 'two' for me."

Well, I have to admit that once people learn to be reluctant, even things that they hate at first will feel good—for example, I now think that kid Sasuke is really cute...

"Well, brother, go all the way."

It seems that children's senses are extremely sensitive, and Sasuke became obedient in front of me, which is rare.

Just like that, Madara and I left the old house under Fugaku's embrace of Mikoto and Mikoto holding Sasuke in his arms.

Little by little away from the direction of Uchiha's old house, I realized that at this moment I have a deep nostalgia for the place I call "home". I think this is the so-called family love complex.Along the way, Madara and I didn't speak to each other, we just walked like this, it seems that Madara wanted to leave me a little memory space, so we never broke the silence.

Sighed lightly, in the end, I didn't have time to meet Itachi.

As I was thinking this way, there was a burst of hurried and messy footsteps behind me, and the familiar voice that was carved into my bones echoed in my ears:

"Wait a moment!!!"

I turned around in surprise, and just as I expected, I saw Itachi panting slightly, his little face flushed red from running like a fresh apple that just ripened appeared in front of me.

"Brother, why are you here?"

"Brother?!!!" Mr. Madara looked at the two extremely similar little faces in front of him, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and was completely shocked. "You, you are... twins?!"

"Yeah, don't you know?"

Holding Itachi's little hand, I looked at him like a little monster.

Please, there's no need to make such a fuss, this is a well-known secret, okay?

"What's your name?"

Mr. Madara's fingers were trembling.

"Uchiha Itachi."

Hearing this name, and looking at the younger child next to him, Madara felt like he was about to vomit blood.

"He's Uchiha Itachi... What about you?"

"Uchiha Yuu, didn't you already know that?"

Hearing this extremely explosive and irritating fact, Madara's brain was completely unable to respond and was naturally paralyzed.Only then did Mr. Madara understand why Sasuke called him "Second Brother", and there were two people at all!

He deeply realized what a big mistake he had made—the child who was going to take away was reluctantly holding his younger brother's hand to say goodbye; but the child who was going to go with him was not at all The genius in everyone's mouth, but I saw and looked up to him first, but I mistook him for his brother; and the reason for today's situation is not because of other things, but because I misheard the name, and there are still many I got it wrong...

——Okay, it’s impossible for me to repent as the ancestor of the Uchiha family... Besides, the two of them are twins, the older brother is so talented and the younger brother is naturally not bad...

Mr. Madara, who was so self-consoling, could only smash his teeth and swallow in his stomach, standing in a mess in the wind.The Tuanfan brothers who cherish each other here have long ignored Mr. Madara who is melancholy alone.

"I heard from my father and mother about the matter. Is it going to be a long time?"

Holding the tender little hand of his little brother, Itachi couldn't help but regret not coming back sooner.

"It should be... I don't know very well."

I scratched my head in embarrassment.Just now, I obviously still have a lot to say to him, but when I meet him now, I don't know where to start. "Ah, brother... you have to be careful Sasuke, that brat is always pestering you, maybe he has some unreasonable thoughts about you, and after I leave, you are not allowed to take a bath with that brat Sasuke You are also not allowed to sleep with him... remember to think of me every day..."

Listening to his little brother's rambunctious mustache, Itachi smiled slightly, raised his hand and poked him lightly on the forehead as a farewell gift.

The thin cherry-colored lips gently opened and escaped a word, the tone was as soft as the most comfortable summer breeze, blowing straight into the atrium, filling it up completely, swaying and swaying in the passing years, becoming a daily The Chu Chu Li song that echoes in my ears every night.

——Yu, I'll wait for your return.