Sente Eiji's Black Friday

The night is cold as water.

The noise of the celebration came from a distance, making the room even more silent.

Uchiha Izumi trembled slightly.

The man hugging him kissed him quietly, from the lips to the end of the eyes, and from the forehead to the center of the eyebrows.

His dark blue pupils were as hazy as a dreamer, and his downcast eyebrows were indescribably gentle.

That was the tenderness that Quanna had seen before.

——It was the kindness that Eiji Hagoromo showed in front of Kazuya Komura, from the heart.

"It always feels...it's been a long time since I saw you."

The insane drunk man spoke in a hoarse voice, his blurred and out-of-focus gaze slowly slid across Quan Nai's face, his tone was so soft that it broke his heart, "Why..."

Uchiha Izuna choked for breath, closed his eyes with a pale face, and reached out to put his hand on his shoulder.

——It is undeniable that when he was suppressed by Eiji Hagoromo, he actually had a moment of panic and heartbeat, as well as a hidden, unbelievable trembling longing.

There is no doubt that he is full of desire for things to which he is destined not to have, even if his reason knows that it is impossible.

But this unspeakable, ugly longing undoubtedly ended at the moment of hearing that name.

"...don't talk?"

The long silence seemed to make Yuyi Eiji understand something.

He stretched out his hand to lightly touch Quan Nai's pale and stiff face like a sculpture, and stared blankly at his closed eyes. After a long time, he drooped his eyes and made a sighing voice: "Then... this is really a dream."

"What happened that day is the reality...you really died, didn't you?"

Uchiha Izumi opened his mouth tremblingly, the hand on his shoulder increased uncontrollably, and the next second he let go in a panic.

Dreams are painless.

Subconsciously... he didn't want Eiji Yuyi to find out that he was the one he was communicating with.

But other than that, he doesn't know what to do now... Can he speak?Should he speak up?What should I say?

Or should he just wait silently and wait for Mr. Eiji to fall asleep?

Just when his brain was filled with various thoughts, his hand on the man's shoulder was suddenly held.

The slender five fingers with joints as strong as steel and iron bones were embedded in his fingers, slid along the trembling fingers to the root and fastened, and then pressed the overlapping hands to Quan Nai's ear without any doubt.

"……Feel sorry."

The blue-haired man apologized in a low voice, and there seemed to be some kind of trance and sadness in his seemingly calm words.

"I know exactly who killed you...I know exactly...but I...can't..."

……what?

Uchiha Izuna froze for a moment, opened his eyes involuntarily and looked at him, with daze and astonishment in his eyes.

In his field of vision, the blue-haired man with hazy eyes showed an almost fragile expression at a certain moment, with a heartbreaking light in his eyes.

"I need him to live... for balance, but also for check and balance, I have to keep him alive no matter what... I..."

The hands clasped tightly at the root of the fingers suddenly exerted force, and Eiji Hagoromo squeezed Quanna's hand so painfully, he lowered his head and hid his expression in the crest of his neck, his usual steady tone was uncontrollably mixed with difficulty: "But... But I..."

There was some strained pain in his voice.

Under the circumstances of drunkenness, self-righteous dreams, and wishful thinking of the person in front of him as his most trusted lover, the man who has always been mechanically precise and rational held Quanna's hand and almost trembled, and said in a hoarse voice that he would never die when he was awake. Words not spoken:

"But obviously, to me... If it wasn't for Madara, for Konoha, Uchiha Izumi would be irrelevant at all, insignificant..."

"It's obviously like this...it's obviously like this..."

"..."

It was as if all the blood in his body froze at that moment.

Uchiha Izuna's whole body seemed to be torn apart, his heart twitched in pain, and his eyes turned black.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

...So it is.It turned out that he was just such a person... such a tool.

At that moment, Quan Nai only felt that his heart was gouged out by life, leaving only a huge and cold hole for him.

He was lying on the ground, dazed as if he had forgotten to breathe, and stared at the ceiling unconsciously with his eyes open, his expression was as pale and dull as a dead man.

It seemed as if a century had passed before he slowly closed his eyelids, and tears rolled silently from the corners of his eyes.

"You're drunk, Mr. Eiji."

It's time to wake up from the dream.

—Whether it’s me or you, it’s time to wake up.

Eiji Hagoromo opened his eyes abruptly.

The spotted eyelids who were face to face and very close to him jumped, and just about to straighten up and back away, he saw him put his arms around his head, frowning and howling: "Ah! My head!"

"Do you have a headache?" Madara immediately forgot to hide her "attempt", worriedly pressed the hand holding his head, and rubbed his temple with her thumb.

The slightly scalding body temperature and just the right amount of strength relieved the pain, and Eiji, who had a splitting headache when he woke up, slightly stretched his brows, pulled his hand from under Madara's hand, and hugged his waist with a whimper.

Madara only thought that he was acting like a spoiled child to her, so she half-lyed down beside him, and continued to massage him with her hands.

There was no smell of alcohol on his body, only some fresh moisture after bathing. The dark kimono opened with the movement, revealing the white to glowing collarbone and a piece of chest.

Eiji stared at him blankly for a while, then suddenly asked, "What time is it?"

"It's already early in the morning, and the banquet was late." Madara replied simply, looking down to find that the corners of his eyes were red, and subconsciously said guiltily: "Sorry, I woke you up."

He regretted why he didn't resist the urge to kiss his lover just now...Eiji's mental state is obviously not good, so he shouldn't have woken him up.

Ying Er's attention was not here at all, and he shook his head casually when he heard the words, but he didn't expect another burst of dizziness.

He resisted the discomfort at this moment, and continued to ask: "Is Quan Nai sending me back?"

"It's him—you don't remember?" Madara paused for a while, and looked at him in surprise.

"It's not that I don't remember..." Eiji frowned, trying to recall what happened just now, "It's just that the impression when I was awake is very vague, but what I remember most clearly is...a beautiful dream?"

Well, when I saw it, it was undoubtedly a sweet dream.

Uchiha Madara raised his eyebrows: "Could it be that you are the type of drinking fragments?"

"...Probably." Yinger couldn't think of anything, so he could only admit bitterly, "By the way, did you see Quanna when you came back?"

"...No." Baba paused imperceptibly, and then gave a negative answer, "It's so late, he must have rested long ago."

This is true.

But, because of this, it made him feel a little strange.

Madara couldn't deny that when he hurried home worrying about a drunk Eiji, he actually wanted to ask Izumina how Eiji was right away.

But when he entered the house, he found that Quan Nai had already slept in his own room.

Although he came back too late, it was understandable for Quanna to rest first, but Madara just felt a sense of disobedience.

...After all, with Quanna's carefulness, consideration and understanding of himself, he should be able to predict that if he doesn't ask Eiji himself, he will never feel relieved, right?

He didn't mean that it was correct that Quan Nai had to stay awake until he came back—he was not the kind of unreasonable brother—it was just that Quan Nai had always done things perfectly, and no matter what he could do, he could arrange everything in advance so that he would not be troubled. Little heart, why didn't I receive his antenna this time...?

Is it because you are too tired today?

Madara thought this way at first, but didn't pay much attention, turned around and went straight into her room.

Then he found that Eiji was indeed taken care of perfectly. Not only did he drink sober soup, he slept under the quilt filled with a warm water bag, and even the clothes that smelled of alcohol were changed, and his body seemed to be wiped. pass.

Uchiha Madara: "..."

I'm not dissatisfied, but how should I put it...

His younger brother, is he too "considerate and thoughtful"?

Changing clothes, or even doing things like wiping your body, would someone do it for your brother's lover because they are too considerate?

Madara glanced at the pajamas on Eiji's body, and her eyes dimmed unconsciously.

As a narrow-minded vinegar jar, or a very insecure jealous jar, Uchiha Madara's intuition on certain things is unimaginably keen.

He felt as if he had discovered something.