Yuu Uchiha is not Itachi

The ward of the Affiliated Hospital of Xiao Organization was very quiet, so quiet that one could hear flowers falling to the ground, everywhere one could see was plain and cold, and the smell of the potion was very strong.

The young man was lying on the hospital bed in the center of the room like this, breathing weakly.

He was only at the age that could just be called a youth, and his fringe-like long black hair set off his sickly pale skin. Even with his eyes closed, he was still beautiful to the bone.

The young man sitting by the hospital bed had ink-painted hair tails, which set off his face in a deserted and clean way, and his eyebrows became more distinct.

He tightly held the young man's lifeless hand, and repeated the words that no one responded word by word:

"Yu, wake up...don't die."

"...Sasuke, it's time for Yuu to change her medicine."

The young man who pushed the door in had a face that was eighty percent similar to that of the young man on the hospital bed. His complexion was not very good, and there was undisguised worry in his long and narrow eyes. It was covered up.

Followed by Quanna and the medical ninja carrying a series of medical equipment, Sasuke reluctantly let go of his hand and stepped aside.

In order to facilitate the dressing change, Yu didn't put on his shirt, and the blood stains on the bandages were shocking.

"Go eat something and rest, Sasuke."

Although this sentence was said to Sasuke, Itachi's eyes remained on the hospital bed.

"I'm fine."

"You have to know that I don't have extra time to take care of you."

"Compared to me, you are the one who needs rest, Itachi."

Sasuke glanced at Itachi's deeply tired eyes, "You haven't closed your eyes for a week."

Itachi just lowered his head slightly, his black bangs covering his eyes.

He responded softly, not knowing what he was answering.

After changing the medicine, Quan Nai signaled Itachi and Sasuke to come out and talk, the two nodded, and took a deep look at the comatose person before leaving the ward.

They followed Quanna to the temporary lounge next door, where Fugaku and Mikoto were already there.

"I have some bad news for you. Yuu's situation is bad."

As she said that, Quan Nai's eyes dimmed, "If he can't wake up tonight, he will really be powerless."

"...Is there any other way?"

Itachi's voice was a little low, with an unbearable sadness.

Quan Nai said with a sigh, "He has been in a coma for too long, and the absorption effect of the infused nutrient solution is also very poor... As you can see, the speed of his wound healing is surprisingly slow, and the effect of the medicine has reached its limit, but He himself has no will to live."

"Xiaoyou..."

Meiqin covered her mouth and choked with sobs, Fuyue hugged her wife distressedly, but her eyes were also red.

"...I see, thank you, Senna-sama."

After a long silence, Itachi's magnetic voice was very gentle, as if he wasn't the one who was full of sadness just now.

He opened the door stiffly and went back to Yuu's ward, Sasuke followed suit and locked the door.

The two of them sat down slowly, one on the left and one on the right, leaning against You's hospital bed.

Itachi clenched his fists tightly, biting his lip fiercely, and bright red blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Sasuke lowered his head deeply, without saying a word, but his trembling hands betrayed his current mood.

The two of them just stayed there.

They were all patient.

Something fell drop by drop on the wooden floor, making a crisp "click" sound.

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The night is like a splashed ink landscape painting rendering the sky, and the hazy moonlight shines in through the window lattice, becoming the only light in the room. The night is beautiful tonight.

But no matter how beautiful the night is, it is not as beautiful as the person who seems to have walked out of the painting——

The long black hair hanging down to his waist was disheveled, and the snow-white bandage set off the blooming manjusawa flower on his left shoulder even more gorgeously.

The young man leaned on the head of the bed and sat up with difficulty, looking out of the window, wondering what he was thinking, and the faint smile on his lips was infinitely fascinated.

Itachi, who pushed the door open with a water glass in one hand, saw himself sitting up from the bed, his back visibly stiffened, and then the glass in his hand fell to the ground, shattering into pieces of glass—

"...Yu?"

He tentatively called his brother's name, afraid that this was his hallucination.

And the young man seemed to prove this point, turning his head to look at him, with his left hand slightly resting on his chin, blinking his long and thick eyelashes, it turned out to be so beautiful from the side.

"You're awake...you...you're awake."

Accompanied by these words was a warm embrace, Itachi hugged him tightly, as if afraid that he would suddenly fall down.

However, when the young man finished speaking the first sentence, he felt that God had played a great joke on him, which was not funny at all.

Because that sentence is——

"……Who are you?"

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The conclusion drawn from the comprehensive examination conducted by Quanna is that Yu suffers from the legendary selective amnesia.

Quan Nai said that this kind of disease means that after the patient is severely hit, he subconsciously chooses some people and things that he does not want to remember, and forgets them. It is not easy to cure, and it depends entirely on luck, just like a storm. It is also possible to leave suddenly.

Knowing the current situation, Itachi and Sasuke were silent for a long time, and finally sighed deeply.

At this time Yuu was sitting leaning against the head of the bed, and Meiqin was holding a small bowl of porridge and feeding him spoonful by spoonful.

Although he expressed several times that he could eat, Mikoto and Fuyue rejected him on the grounds that he was weak.

So he had no choice but to smile helplessly: "Mom and Dad, although I don't remember how this happened, my hands are not injured, and I can really eat by myself."

"...I said Yuu, do you really not remember?" He didn't mention it, but Fuyue frowned when he mentioned it, "About Itachi and Sasuke, you really forgot all about it? "

"Itachi and Sasuke?"

The young man stared at him speechless for a long while, and then said as if he just remembered: "Ah, it's about my twin brother and younger brother... Actually, I still want to ask, am I really not the only child?"

"..."

This time it was Fugaku and Mikoto who were relatively speechless.

Lifting the hospital gown that had slipped off his shoulders, there was always a careless smile on the corner of the young man's lips:

"Well, I'm just kidding, they look like I'm blood related - I'm sorry, I really don't remember such two people."

"...my lord father, my lord mother."

The door was pushed open, Itachi came in with the decoction, and Sasuke came in with warm water, "Let me and Sasuke take care of you here, Kakuto is looking for you."

"Well, then I'll leave it to you."

Meiqin put away the bowls and chopsticks, and Fuyue patted the shoulders of his eldest and eldest son earnestly and went out. Sitting on the bed, you smiled and greeted the two: "Brother Itachi, Xiao Zuo, you are here."

Although the tone was very warm, the two frowned unanimously—Yu had never called them by such a title before.

But the people sitting there still smiled beautifully and openly, tenderly and touchingly, making them soberly aware that he was still alive.

—It's good that he's still alive.

Itachi tested the temperature through the bowl before handing the soup to the young man:

"It's already dried, drink it quickly, it may be a bit bitter."

The young man didn't answer, but just leaned closer and sniffed it, and then complained with disgust: "It's not possible, Brother Itachi, this must be very bitter, so I don't want to drink it."

"How delicate are you?" Sasuke gave him an angry look.

"The aggressive method is useless, Xiao Zuo."

Sasuke was a little annoyed by his well-balanced attitude, but it was not easy to get angry, so he could only stare at him angrily.

Seeing Sasuke's appearance, the young man covered his mouth and snickered, but it caused a slight cough because of the wide range.

"Cough cough... hiss, it hurts..."

"Yu!"

Itachi and Sasuke hurriedly hugged him one by one, and the other inspected the wound carefully, both of them were nervous, for fear that he would fall into a coma and would not wake up.

It was obviously a common action in the past, but now the young man's face has changed.

But his weird expression was only shown for a moment, and then immediately returned to the usual casual and frivolous smile, and he avoided Itachi's embrace and Sasuke's inspection without any trace.

"I'm fine, but it hurts a little because of the wound."

"...you'll be fine."

Itachi's movement of retracting his arm was a little stiff, and his tone was gentle and messy, just like usual.

But Sasuke obviously couldn't accept it, his sharp sword eyebrows were tightly knit, his eyes fell on the bandages all over his body, and he turned his head angrily.

The atmosphere suddenly became very awkward, but the young man didn't seem to feel it at all. After drinking the bowl of soup that smelled so bitter to death, he smiled nonchalantly:

"Brother Itachi, Xiao Zuo, I'm a little tired and want to take a rest."

"Then you have a good rest."

Sasuke left behind these words, gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to look back at him again.

Helping his younger brother to lie back on the bed, Itachi carefully tucked the corner of the quilt for him, then reached out and poked his forehead.

"Yu, whether you remember it or not, we haven't missed it after all, you are still alive."

When Itachi said this, there was a soft curve on his lips, and his tone was so peaceful that it was unreal.

The moment he closed the door, he heard the young man muttering to himself like a sigh:

"...Next time, I won't make you worry any more."

The snow-white floor-to-ceiling curtains half-covered the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the windows were not locked tightly, and traces of cold wind squeezed in, gently agitating the curtains.

The young man lay on the bed with his limbs stretched out, his hands behind his head, and he kept staring at the ceiling with a gentle and lonely expression.

A man wearing a whirlpool mask suddenly appeared on the windowsill, and neither of them looked at the other.

"Smelly brat, is it really okay for you to pretend to have lost your memory?"

"Well, it's fine...even I didn't think that I didn't die."

"But I can't think of any way to change this situation. I might as well pretend to have amnesia and guard the two of them in this way, although even I think it's bloody... You see, I'm a coward."

"Oh, by the way, Madara, did you bring alcohol? No, give me a cigarette."

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The days of recovering from his wounds passed quickly, Yuu's attitude towards Itachi and Sasuke was always indifferent and kept a proper distance, there was no sign of recovering his memory, and when only himself was left in the dead of night, the touch of his fingertips The cigarette will be entangled in strands and strands, and I will light it again after smoking. Sometimes I will secretly drink a little wine, and I will suffer from insomnia until dawn every night.

Itachi and Sasuke could smell the smell of cigarettes and alcohol on Yu's body, but due to the current situation, the two of them tacitly chose to keep silent until that night——

Our Young Master Yu Er was secretly smoking a cigarette while looking at the sky, but the weather that was originally light and breezy suddenly turned cloudy, and for a while there were thunder and lightning in the dark clouds.

It was exactly the same as that day.

The cigarette on Yuu's fingertips fell to the ground with a "clack", ran to the window to look down without even wearing shoes, and then went crazy——

Itachi and Sasuke really started fighting!

Combined with Amaterasu's Illusion of Fire Escape Thousand Birds, the visual effect is so sharp that it almost catches up with Hollywood blockbusters.

Seeing that Sasuke raised his hand to use the unicorn, Yuu jumped off the sixth floor and staggered to the center of the battlefield, ignoring his injuries, and began to roar:

"Damn it, what's the matter? Is it hard for you two if I don't die? I finally made up my mind to pretend to be a brother and watch you from the sidelines. I pretend to have amnesia every day, and I have to control my tone and attitude. It's more troublesome than Gongdou I'm going to torture myself to death all day long, can't you save me some snacks, beat me up, beat me up, let me show you!"

His voice doesn't matter, Itachi and Sasuke looked at him and revealed a message undisguised:

——You are finally willing to admit it.

"Oh, pretending to have amnesia every day?" Itachi's smile was dark.

"Still deciding on your tone and attitude?" Sasuke's canine teeth were particularly bright.

The young man was trembling and wanted to run away, but the two took the first step to hold his arms——

"You, you, you, you two are united front at this time, don't bring such...Brother, Sasuke, can't I be wrong...I, I, I, I are wounded, you can't do this to me! I have injuries, injuries hurt!"