cluster amaryllis

Chapter 4

, "He will grow up to be the same age as you. At that time, you will see him the same as I see you now."

He suddenly held his breath, "...do you regard me as a younger brother?"

He felt a slight sweat in the palm of his hand.

"You are such a strange child." Zhishui looked at him sideways and laughed, but quickly recovered his indifferent expression, "But forget it, don't mind if I tell the truth... I really hate Zunfu where."

"It's okay," he took Zhishui's words without the slightest hesitation, and lowered his eyes to see the slightly shaking reflections of the two people in the lake, "I hate him too."

Zhishui turned to look at him quietly, he suddenly felt flustered, but the man just looked at him without saying a word.

The father, who held an important position in the police department, obviously admired that man so much.Although Itachi didn't understand why the man would say such a thing, he never asked a single word.

"Do you know what I was thinking just now?" The man finally spoke.

He couldn't see what the man was thinking, so he was silent for a while without answering.

"I can't tell if you're lying or not." The man stood up, looked into his eyes, and said to him seriously, "You are more suitable for Anbu than me."

That was the first time Shisui mentioned Anbu to him.

On the way home, he hesitated and spread out his palms, and walked slowly while watching.Those were clear palm prints that were frightening. The palms were dry and warm, without even a trace of sweat.

The man once grabbed his left hand and looked at it seriously. He wondered what he could see, but the man said that you are a weak person.

He tilted his head.

The man chuckled, "To put it bluntly, he is a fickle person."

The man who rarely mentioned the past to him once said to him that day.When passing through the Kingdom of Clouds, a woman who read the palm prints said that he was destined to die in the hands of a child.

"Hearing Mino's dead letter, I actually felt relieved." Zhishui laughed at himself and said, "Without women, there would be no children. I am indeed a cowardly and useless person."

Unexpectedly, Shishui would believe in such impermanence, Itachi who let go of his left hand looked at him intently.

As if seeing through his thoughts, Zhishui said with a cold smile, "Because she looked at my palm prints and said that my past events were pretty much the same."

Itachi also doesn't know much about Shisui's past.

As an orphan, he was a disciple of Jiraiya with the fourth generation, and soon after he became a Chunin, he entered Anbu, and his whereabouts during this period are even more unknown.

The age of Zhishui was much crueler than the one he lived in now, until he entered Anbu a few years later, it was still hard to imagine how the eccentric Zhishui of the young boy became what he is today.

The cheerful and stable appearance and the indifferent and gloomy interior are as incompatible as ice and fire, but no matter which Zhishui it is, he likes it equally.

The man's seemingly gentle hypocrisy has successfully deceived everyone in Konoha. The Shisui in his father's mouth is also an excellent ninja who is enthusiastic about the affairs of the clan, and there is no bad comment at all.Because of his closeness to Zhishui, it seemed that his father was relieved a lot.

Itachi didn't expect something like this to happen at first.

While realizing what his father was thinking, Itachi felt deeply disappointed.

The dull smell, getting stronger and stronger, is disgusting.

Two of the children who graduated in the same year as him passed the Chunin Exam that year and left the status of Genin.

Although he was able to do things in full accordance with the teacher's orders, the unreasonable impatience would erupt at some point, and the flame accumulated in his chest was burning dully. The art of fire.

But most of the time, he just followed Zhishui's side aimlessly.Shisui, who was about to get married before Kyuubi attacked the village, is still single because of the death of his fiancée Mino in that tragedy, and he doesn't seem to mind Itachi's closeness.

Itachi often walked into the building of the police department with a blank expression. The guards on duty naturally knew him as the son of the minister, but he usually walked straight into the office of Zhishui, climbed on the table and looked at the man. Handle Konoha's business seriously.

Before the Uchiha genocide, the police department not only managed Konoha's security and stability, but even assisted Anbu in defending the village. What Itachi saw at that time was Shisui who was busy with all kinds of incidents, big or small.

Zhishui has never asked him what he is doing here, and sometimes he will ask him some scrolls, rather than his own answer, he prefers to listen to the man's occasional ruthless and malicious judgments from Zhishui, And those words that are written down are exactly the opposite.

But most of the time, he got nothing from Zhishui.

Although he didn't seem to mind his closeness, from the very beginning, Zhishui never played the role of a dear brother in front of him, all along, he followed the man silently.

He is always forgotten, and then hears the voice of Zhishui at unexpected times.Indifferent men also have casual and childish behaviors, and those occasional intimacy, for Itachi who doesn't know how to be coquettish or willful, are so few that they can be counted on one hand.

When I stayed in Zhishui's office, because of complicated affairs, sometimes I left very late. The moment Zhishui walked out of the office, he often looked bored, but when he turned off the lights and walked down the stairs, he was bored and indifferent The expression will disappear, replaced by a happy smile, even if it leaves the sight of the guards, it will not fade away.

Itachi, who left behind Shisui, was always rubbed on the head by the man, smiling and telling children to be polite.

It's different only once.When Itachi was eight years old, it was probably the first day of autumn.When he followed Zhishui out of the building in the evening, Zhishui once stopped, turned around, pointed to the eye-catching sign on the roof of the police department and asked him:

know what that is

Fan of Fire.He looked at the thing and thought to himself.

He looked back at Shisui and replied: The family emblem of the Uchiha clan.

The man showed an incomprehensible smile, and suddenly reached out his hands to his ribs, lifted him up high, and then firmly placed him on his shoulders.

He was riding on the man's strong shoulders in a daze, his hands were tightly held, and the beating sound of his heart beat against his eardrums.

"What's your name?" the man asked suddenly.

He replied without thinking, "Itachi."

"Idiot!" Although he couldn't see the man's face, he could hear the obvious smile. "What's your last name?"

"Itachi, Uchiha Itachi," he replied hastily, as if the man would leave him alone and walk away a second later.

His shoes kicked on the broad chest with the sound of the man's footsteps, he suddenly felt ashamed, his cheeks were unnaturally hot, looking nervously at the uneven road, he didn't know why he was so stupid I was worried that Zhishui would just accidentally fall over.

"Let's fly." The man scratched up his wrist, and then ran forward as fast as a child.

That was the direction to go home. His chest was tightly pressed against the man's head. His short, dark black soft hair was like grass that had just sprouted in spring, with a refreshing warmth.

When riding on the man's shoulders, everything around suddenly became strange, as if everything suddenly sank into the earth, as if you could touch the sky just by raising your head, there were patches of red flowers blooming in the direction of the village entrance on the left. Zhengsheng, like the crimson cloud that burns across half of the sky in the setting sun, spreads endlessly into the distance.

The autumn wind always blows away all the clouds in the sky, revealing a clean and bright blue sky. Even at dusk, all the clouds are pulled down and piled up beautifully on the skyline with folds. The smell inside was dry and fresh, and the wind on the road approached foolishly, gently blowing his hair up.

Sometimes he dreams about it.In the dream, Zhishui put him on his shoulders and walked quietly forward. They walked beside the red flowers like clouds. Those fist-sized red flowers in the small leaves were violent and silent, flooding the sky. A deserted village.Zhishui seemed to be going on like this forever, there were little bugs fluttering around him that shimmered like stars, and he breathed quietly, letting the man hold his wrist tightly.

Everything was deeply buried by the flame-like red flower, and everything disappeared from that rotten and dull world. The leaves in his dream were bright, quiet, prosperous and strong.

In the dream, the long road had no end, and he dreamed time and time again that those petals, like blood-stained finger bones, were stepped on by the still water that moved forward safely, and those slightly swaying red flowers seemed like countless pairs of flowers from hell. The outstretched white bones waved as if they were going to pull them into the ghostly hell together. Those blood-stained fingers brushed Zhishui's legs in a hurry, but they couldn't pull them back.

In the dream, he bent his body and pressed his head tightly against Zhishui's side face, listening to the man's calm breathing and heartbeat, the man's body smelled of red flowers under his feet, everything was so good, clear and quiet , empty and complete.

Later, 15-year-old Itachi walked into the depths of Akatsuki's labyrinth-like residence alone.After the blood-red brilliance of the setting sun receded from the earth, the small Japanese room was filled with moonlight, and the futon with red flowers on the black background smelled of snow when it was opened. no the same.

dream him