Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

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He didn't say anything, but walked straight in, sat silently opposite you, and stared intently at you, as if trying to pin you to the spot.

You felt a chill run down your spine from his gaze and instinctively looked away. "...Waiter, another pot of wine, please."

The sake was served quickly, but Yahiko didn't touch it. His voice was so low it was almost emotionless. "Does Tanuki like this kind of place?"

There was no expected rage, no questioning, not even a hint of emotion, but it was precisely this calm that sent a chill down your spine.

Obito chuckled, his voice behind the mask laced with sarcasm, "You've really messed with a lot of people."

You pursed your lips. "Just trying to relax."

"Is that so?" Yahiko tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, his eyes growing increasingly dark. "Then why...didn't you invite me?"

His tone was light and casual, yet it made your breath catch slightly.

Mei Terumi narrowed her eyes, a provocative smile playing on her red lips. "My lady, interrupting someone's date isn't exactly polite, is it?"

Yahiko's gaze finally turned to her, the coldness in his eyes almost tangible. "A date?"

His voice was soft, yet it instantly lowered the temperature in the entire private room.

You sensed the tension in the air and were about to speak when Yahiko suddenly stood up, grabbed your wrist with such force that he almost crushed your bones.

“Come back with me.” His voice was deep and dangerous, brooking no refusal.

Obito suddenly stood up, his Sharingan flashing crimson in the darkness. "Let go."

Mei Terumi sneered, gathering chakra at her fingertips. "Looks like some people don't know the rules."

"That's enough." Your voice was soft, yet it silenced the entire private room. You didn't shake off Yahiko's hand, but slowly stood up. "I'm leaving now."

Mei Terumi and Obito almost simultaneously showed expressions of disbelief.

Obito's fingertips, hidden beneath his wide sleeves, trembled uncontrollably, his nails digging deeply into his palms. He desperately wanted to unleash Kamui and take you away right now, but reason told him he couldn't reveal his identity.

"Then next time we meet, Tanuki." Mei Terumi gave a bitter smile, her red lips leaving an ambiguous lip print on the rim of the cup. She knew that forcing her to stay would only backfire.

Before he could finish speaking, Yahiko had already dragged you out of the private room.

Obito's gaze followed them relentlessly until their figures disappeared at the end of the corridor. His face, hidden behind his mask, twisted in pain, and his Mangekyou Sharingan glowed with an eerie red light in the darkness.

The neon lights of the Scarlet Room faded into the distance behind them, and the night breeze, carrying damp moisture, brushed against their clasped hands.

Yahiko's palms were incredibly hot, his steps were fast and hurried, his orange hair shone like a burning flame in the moonlight, and you were practically being dragged along by him.

"Yahiko, you're hurting me," you whispered.

But his fingers tightened even more, his knuckles turning bluish-white, until he finally stopped when he stepped into the hotel corridor, where the dim yellow wall lamps cast long shadows of the two of them. As he turned around, a chilling undercurrent surged in his eyes.

"Does it hurt?" He touched your reddened wrist, his thumb tracing it suggestively. "But here..." His calloused fingertips suddenly pressed against his chest, "It hurts even more, doesn't it?"

Your breath hitches. Yahiko in front of you is terrifyingly unfamiliar. His eyes, which always held a smile, now seem like bottomless whirlpools.

The hotel corridor was carpeted with thick carpets, completely absorbing the sound of footsteps. You watched as Yahiko swiped his card to enter not your own room, but his suite, and finally, you began to struggle.

"Wait, I need to go back to myself—"

The door clicked shut, and darkness instantly engulfed the entire space.

Your Sharingan automatically activated, and you could clearly see Yahiko's taut jawline in the darkness. He picked you up, walked a few steps to the bedside and put you down, but pressed down on your shoulder with one hand when you tried to get up.

"Don't move." Yahiko's voice was low and almost dangerous.

"Li Nu..." His voice was incredibly hoarse, and your fingers were forcefully gripped and pressed against the pillow.

You can clearly feel the rise and fall of his chest, his heart pounding against your palm at an out-of-control frequency.

"You like male escorts?" A calloused thumb brushed against your lips. You opened your mouth, but heard the rustling of fabric. Yahiko was unbuttoning his shirt.

One by one, the buttons popped open, making a soft sound in the silence. Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, outlining his strong waistline. His muscles, which had been invincible on the battlefield, were now taut in an alluring curve.

"Yahiko, you...!"

Yahiko placed his index finger against your lips, guiding your hand to slowly trace his burning skin, his abdominal muscles trembling slightly with each breath.

When your fingertips accidentally brushed against a sensitive spot, he let out a suppressed gasp, "I like you."

The confession, accompanied by a passionate breath, landed in your ear, and your pupils contracted slightly, only to hear even more startling words—

"So... please play with me, okay?"

What's most terrifying isn't his domineering nature, but his humble, almost groveling posture at this moment. That always sunny and cheerful young man is now kneeling before you, offering himself as a sacrifice with the utmost devotion.

“We are companions.” You turned your face away, but he grabbed your chin and turned you back.

"Companion?" He suddenly chuckled, his warm lips brushing against your earlobe. "How about this?"

He deliberately thrust his hips forward, making you clearly feel the burning sensation in a certain area. "Is this something a companion should do?"

“I’m even more handsome than those gigolos…” He whispered seductively, their noses touching, “Want to give me a try, little fox?”

You were stunned when you saw his expression illuminated by the moonlight; his handsome face was a mixture of madness and vulnerability.

"I have never hired a male escort."

"But I want you to choose me." As he leaned down, the necklace dangled, the cool metal touching your collarbone. "As long as it's you, I'll do anything..."

He gripped your hand tightly as you tried to pull away, "Did you touch it? Here... and here..." guiding your hand over every scar, "They're all yours."

He cupped your face in his hands, finding your lips precisely in the darkness. It wasn't the forceful kiss you expected, but a light, butterfly-like peck, once, twice, each time making your breathing more erratic.

When the third peck turned into a rubbing, you finally found the strength to push him away.

Yahiko was pushed and staggered backward. Moonlight suddenly leaked in through the gap in the curtains, illuminating his open collar and reddened eyes.

After a long while, a warm drop suddenly landed on the back of your hand. You looked up in shock and found Yahiko smiling. Tears slid down the corners of his upturned mouth, reflecting shattered light in the moonlight.

"Why are you crying?" you sighed softly, gently wiping away his tears with your fingertips.

Yahiko's breath hitched, and then he pulled you even tighter into his arms, as if he wanted to meld you into his very bones.

"I love you to the point of madness..." His voice was hoarse and trembling with suppressed emotion, "I just ask you... to look at me one more time."

You didn't speak, but placed your palm on his chest, feeling the violently pounding pulse there, like the last struggle of a trapped beast.

"Why do you have to do this?" you whispered.

Yahiko cupped your face in his hands, their hot breaths mingling. "Let me be your lover," he murmured almost pleadingly, "and no one will know..."

Your fingertips gently trace his outline, from his brow bone to the bridge of his nose, finally stopping on his trembling lips.

"It's late," you finally say, "Let's get some rest."

Yahiko's pupils contracted slightly, like a wild beast stung by a sting, but he didn't force you. He simply released his grip, letting you slip out of his embrace.

You get up and leave, the hem of your kimono brushing against his fingertips like a wisp of mist that you can't grasp.

The moment the door closed, Yahiko slammed his fist onto the bed, his knuckles turning white and veins bulging.

The corridor lights were dim and ambiguous. You leaned against the wall, your fingertips unconsciously tracing the spot that had just been soaked by Yahiko's tears.

You closed your eyes, and two other versions of yourself appeared in your mind: one cold and ruthless, the other unrestrained and flamboyant. But never before had you been entangled by such intense and twisted love.

(what to do?)

You exhale softly and turn to walk towards your room.

You've only taken a few steps when a hand suddenly reaches out from the shadows, grabs your wrist, and drags you around the corner!

Did you have fun?

Obito's voice rang close to your ear, cold and dangerous. His mask had been removed at some point, and his scarlet Sharingan stared intently at you in the darkness.

You calmly met his gaze, "You've been waiting for me?"

"Heh," Obito sneered, his fingertips tracing the cheek where Yahiko had just touched you, "I'm just curious... just how many people are you going to mess with?"

His tone carried suppressed anger, yet his fingertips lingered intimately on your skin, as if trying to erase someone else's traces.

You didn't flinch, but simply looked at him calmly, "What do you want to do?"

Obito's breath hitched, and he leaned in close, almost trapping you between the wall and his body.

"What do I want to do?" he chuckled, his voice laced with madness. "Where did he touch you?"

You finally looked up, only to be pulled into the Kamui dimension the next second. As the feeling of weightlessness washed over you, you heard Obito's vicious whisper, "Since you're going to choose... why not choose one that can satisfy all your needs?"

The gloomy sky of Kamui Space spun overhead, the cold stone floor pressed against your back, and Obito's scorching body pressed down on you.

His kiss was fierce and desperate, as if he wanted to convey all his jealousy, anger and resentment to you through his lips and teeth.

Your lips ached from being bitten, but surprisingly you didn't resist. You slowly closed your eyes, letting him pry open your teeth and let his tongue plunder your breath.

Obito's hand gripped the back of your head tightly, while his other hand pinched your waist with such force that it almost left bruises. His breath was hot, mixed with the smell of blood and a kind of obsessive madness.

(Why...don't you push me away?)

This realization caused Obito's heart to clench painfully. He abruptly released you, his crimson Sharingan eyes churning with pain and confusion.

Your lips, ravaged and glistening with moisture, are a vivid red. You casually tidy your disheveled hair, your gaze calm to the point of indifference. "Is that enough?"

Obito then pulled you into a tight embrace, his voice hoarse, "When...can I go to Amegakure?"

His forehead rested against your shoulder, like a trapped beast that had finally given up.

You chuckled softly, running your fingertips through his dark hair and gently ruffling it. "Come find me when you've completely trapped Black Zetsu."

Obito's body stiffened, then he hugged you even tighter. It was always like this... always so close yet so far, always giving him hope only to leave him in despair.

But you had already pushed him away and walked towards the exit of the Divine Might Space without looking back.

Chapter 158 Jealousy

The hot water in the bathtub is steaming, and you are completely immersed in the water, your black hair spreading out in the water like seaweed.

(Isn't this exactly what you wanted?)

Your slender fingers traced the surface of the water, creating delicate ripples. Your smile gradually widened, eventually turning into a low, husky chuckle.

I'm infatuated with you, I've fallen for you, I'll live for you... I'll die for you.

In this game, you are the only winner.

Barefoot on the soft sand, each step left a shallow footprint, which was quickly smoothed out by the gentle tide.

Yahiko walks beside you, his orange hair burning like flames in the sunlight. His gaze is almost glued to you, his eyes brimming with the unfulfilled desire from last night.

When the sea breeze blows through your black hair and brushes against his arm, his fingertips tremble slightly, almost unable to resist the urge to grab that strand of hair.

(I really want to... keep her by my side like this.)

The thought grew wildly in his mind, making his breathing heavy.

Yahiko suddenly grabbed your wrist, "The tide is coming in."

A wave crashes over you, and you're suddenly pulled into his arms. The young man's muscular chest presses against your back, and his heartbeat is deafening.

"Yahiko," you called out warningly.

“I’m here.” He looked down, his breath brushing against your ear. “Just to keep you from getting swept away.” The excuse was ridiculously clumsy, but his arms tightened around you.

Not far away, Deidara gritted his teeth and crushed the clay seagull he had just made, his blond hair standing on end like a frizzy bristle. "Where is that bastard putting his hand?!"

Hidan twirled his three-moon scythe with schadenfreude. "Want me to curse him for you? But the price is—"

Scorpion was mechanically manipulating Hiruko's joints, but the puppet's tail was already on backwards for the third time.

I've been distracted since last night...

Sasori's fingertips paused, the image transmitted by the puppet bird flashing through his mind again: in the corridor late at night, when you came out of Yahiko's room, your collar was a little disheveled, and your lips were redder than usual...

"Click!" The puppet's joints made a sound of being squeezed under the strain.

The cave was damp and cold, with water droplets falling from the tips of stalactites, creating tiny ripples in the dark puddles.

Obito's figure emerged from the vortex-like distortion of space, his black robe still stained with fine sand from the beach.

"Oh, Beat! You're finally back!" White Zetsu poked half his body out of the rock wall, waving his arms exaggeratedly. "We've been waiting so long we're practically sprouting mushrooms!"

Black Zetsu's gloomy face emerged from the shadows, his hoarse voice carrying obvious dissatisfaction, "This is a critical period for the Eye of the Moon Project, and you've been missing for two days in a row."

It wriggled up from the ground and tossed a scroll of intelligence in front of Obito, saying, "The movements of the Five Great Nations need to be monitored in real time. You've been too negligent."

Obito silently picked up the scroll, a crimson glint flashing in his Sharingan beneath his mask.

His fingertips unconsciously traced the edge of the scroll, where the feel of fine sand from the beach lingered, reminding him of the glistening grains of sand clinging to your ankles when you walked barefoot on the sand.