[Hokage] Flower Time

The metal door in the courtyard was pushed open, and there was a dull creaking sound. The 12-year-old Huashi cautiously poked her head out of the darkness, she looked at Itachi, and then she made a puzzled voice: "Itachi?"

"It's so late, what's the matter?" She withdrew her hand from the ninja bag and took a step forward slowly.Although the light was dim, Itachi could see her rather pale complexion.

"Yeah." Uchiha Itachi responded in a low voice: "I want to talk to you."

When the 12-year-old Huashi heard this sentence, her expression changed immediately, and she showed a little expectation.She asked in a slightly expectant tone: "Is it about my brother?"

"...No." Itachi said, sighing quietly.

"Is that so." The 12-year-old Huashi's voice dropped, and the look of anticipation on her face disappeared in an instant, and she returned to a pale and numb look.She walked to the side of the corridor and sat down cross-legged on the wooden floor.Itachi's eyes followed her body, carefully observing her movements.

He kept looking in her direction, tirelessly.She has long black hair, bloodless cheeks, thin limbs and waist, a forehead that belongs to Shisui on her forehead, and the Uchiha fan family pattern on her back.

There was no light on, and it was pitch black all around, so I could only use the ambiguous moonlight to look at everything in sight.Immediately afterwards, as in memory, there was a long silence.Only the occasional, distant sound of footsteps in the street relieved the awkward and frightening silence.

"Flower time, I..." Itachi Uchiha wanted to say something, but he didn't say it in the end.

After waiting for a long time without waiting for the next words, Huashi lowered her head, let out a chuckle, and said in a helpless tone: "You two, it's like this every time." After saying this, she raised her head. nod.

Although the tone was intimate and teasing, the content of the words sounded very relaxed, but her pale and almost numb expression and always dull eyes did not match her words at all.The strong sense of disobedience in his demeanor and tone made Hua Shi want to look away now.

"I want to say something to me, but I always refuse to tell me. No matter what I do or what tasks I perform, I don't want to let me know. Or I am ambiguous and perfunctory, or I just pretend to smile deeply and don't speak. As if I were an ordinary kid who could be easily fooled."

"It seems to be the case." Uchiha Itachi replied.

The 12-year-old Huashi raised her head towards the night sky, her expression was as stiff as before: "Today is the full moon. I don't know where my brother will be? He should also be able to see such a beautiful moon, right?"

Hearing her words, Itachi also raised his head.The full moon was reflected in the eyes without hindrance, and the brilliance like water sprinkled into the night, and the slight cloud could not cover its brilliance.

Itachi's body moved, and he stood in front of Huashi, blocking her view of the night sky.Hua Shi showed a surprised expression and looked at him suspiciously.

"Flower time, if...in the future, you grow up." Itachi said, "What kind of relatives would you want?"

Perhaps because he was afraid of her overthinking, Itachi added: "It means relatives like father or mother, brothers or children."

The surprise on the 12-year-old Huashi's face gradually disappeared. She thought for a while and said, "Is it like your house?" Before the uncertain voice landed, she vetoed it by herself: "No, it's not necessary. I No father, no mother. . . . My brother is enough for me."

When he heard the phrase "It's enough for me to have an older brother", Itachi's gaze fell elsewhere, but finally returned to her face.

"is it?"

"Is this what you want to say to me today?" Hua Shi held her cheek, looked at him expressionlessly, but tried to say something light-hearted and sarcastic: "It seems that being too busy at work is really not good. You look serious and scary now. Haven't you recovered from your work status yet? What about your future family...I haven't thought about it yet."

"Now I... just want to wait until my brother comes home."

Itachi's eyes fell on her side again.

"No." Itachi said shortly, and looked at her cheek again.As she voiced her doubts, Hua Shi's face quickly magnified in front of her eyes.Her pale and bloodless face, her cheeks that were so thin and so abrupt, and her eyes that had lost their former vitality all approached in an instant.

She was a little shocked, and her eyes fluttered slightly upwards, obviously wondering about Yu Itachi's sudden actions.

Itachi stared into her black eyes and said slowly, "I'm sorry."

The night wind blew away his apology, and it quietly landed in an unknown corner. He stared straight and unhindered into Hua Shi's eyes.

"Monthly reading."

Itachi's own gaze also moved slightly, and something dark flowed out of his eye sockets and trickled down.He covered his eyes with his hands, and leaned forward, his palms were soaked in dark blood.He moved his hands away from his face, revealing Huashi's face.At this moment, the 12-year-old Huashi was staring at him blankly, her face expressionless, her eyes unblinking.

Itachi straightened up and took a deep breath.

The flower in front of him was still motionless, obviously caught in the world of illusion.She stared blankly ahead, her hands resting straight on one knee.

There was an ear-piercing sound of metal rubbing, and Itachi slowly pulled out his dagger.

Watching all of this, the present Hanatoki was in a state of shock.Everything that happened in front of her was not consistent with the scene in her memory. Although there was only a slight difference, it gave her a splitting headache.

What is real?

Itachi held the short knife horizontally in front of him, the blade reflected the moonlight in the sky, and then moved slowly, half of Uchiha Itachi's face was reflected.His scarlet sharing sharing eyes are reflected on the blade, and the kaleidoscope pattern is eye-catching and hideous.Under the eye socket on one side, bright blood flowed.

He thrust the saber forward, and squeezed his fingers fiercely on the hilt.And the blade pointed at the 12-year-old girl who was motionless and had no power to resist.

The blade was forward, and her chest was close at hand.As long as he stabs forward lightly, Uchiha Itachi will completely abandon himself tonight and become the executioner who slaughtered his people.However, the tip of his knife hesitated and hesitated repeatedly.Obviously, as long as he stabs the vital part of the heart, he will finish the Uchiha tribe in front of him, but he has never done it.

The tip of the knife moved an inch away from the chest, and slowly moved another inch.

Looking at the direction of the tip of his knife, Hua Shi suddenly remembered the scar on his chest.

——Why didn't she die that day?

——Obviously it was a serious injury to her chest... She also remembered that in her memory, Uchiha Itachi pierced her heart straight with a knife without hesitation.With such a method of targeting vital points, absolutely no one can survive.

She stared closely at the knife edge, and for a while, even her breathing felt a little cold and difficult.

The tip of the knife moved another inch away, Hua Shi stared at that position, her breathing stagnated, she couldn't help but want to reach out and touch the scar on her chest, but she couldn't do it with the current her.

That's right... the location of the scar is not in the heart, but here.

"I'm sorry." She heard Uchiha Itachi apologize again.Immediately, his knife stabbed into her chest.Maybe because she didn't want the current Hanatoki to see her being killed, Uchiha Itachi didn't show her the next picture, but jumped directly to the messy and quiet street.

On the street, several Uchiha clansmen fell in disorder, blood splashed all over the ground.It was pitch black without lights, Uchiha Madara was standing on the side of the alley, and the hem of his black robe was also splashed with dark liquid.

He looked at Itachi Uchiha and said slowly, "Have you said goodbye to that poor child?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Itachi replied, walking to one side - that was the direction of his house.

He took a few steps and then stopped.Itachi turned his gaze backwards, and Uchiha Madara, who was standing behind him, had already walked in another direction.

His vision kept shaking, and he quickly returned home from the dark street.The unlit room was also very dark, as if he had predicted what he wanted to do. His father Fugaku and mother Mikoto sat upright in the dark house, waiting for Uchiha Itachi to return home.

The cold moonlight fell from the corner of the window, and Fugaku and Mikoto knelt in the darkness.The patriarch Fugaku's expression was as majestic as before, while Mikoto no longer had the gentle smile before, but was still very calm.Both were dressed in homely clothes, neither armed nor did they show any signs of resistance.

Itachi's pace moved, he walked slowly, slowly, behind Fugaku and Mikoto, and knelt down there, just like the old family reunion for dinner.He obediently fell down and knelt on the ground.His eyes slid from the backs of Fugaku and Mikoto to the ground.

He just kept kneeling there quietly, as if he couldn't bear to look up at the two kneeling in front of him with straight backs, maybe he wanted to hide some expression.

Mikoto let out a sigh.

Realizing that time was running out, Itachi straightened up and drew out his short knife, the blade was still stained with other people's undried blood.

"Really?" Fu Yue said, "You are on their side."

"Father, mother, I..." Itachi held the knife in both hands, staring at the direction of the floor all the time, refusing to raise his head to look at them.

Before he could finish speaking, Mikoto interrupted him: "We understand, Itachi."

"Itachi, finally promise me." Fuyue said, "Sasuke, I'll leave it to you."

Itachi's eyes moved, and he suddenly raised his head.