Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

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In the instant you fell, you instinctively shielded Deidara's head, but your own elbow slammed heavily against the ground, "Hiss—"

You gasped and turned to look at the blond boy in your arms, only to find that his eyes were closed and he seemed to have fainted.

"...This is so annoying." You complained under your breath, but still carefully checked Deidara's condition.

Relieved to find he was just drunk and asleep, I picked him up again.

The hotel lights looked especially warm in the night. As soon as you stepped into the lobby with Deidara on your back, you felt two pairs of eyes shooting at you like sharp arrows.

Looking up, I saw Nagato and Yahiko standing at the top of the stairs, clearly having just finished processing documents and preparing to return to their rooms.

Nagato's red hair shone like a burning flame under the light, and a trace of emotion you couldn't understand flashed in his Rinnegan.

Yahiko smiled as always, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"I ran into Deidara drunk somewhere, and I was afraid something might happen to him, so I brought him back," you explained, feeling a pang of guilt for some reason.

Nagato's gaze shifted between you and Deidara, finally settling on your reddened elbow. "Are you injured?" His voice was low, carrying a hint of concern.

"It's nothing, I just tripped and fell." You instinctively tried to cover it up.

Yahiko stepped forward and said, "Let me help you."

He reached out to take Deidara, but froze as he got closer; he saw the obvious bite mark on your neck.

Nagato's Rinnegan locked onto that trace almost at the same time, and the air instantly froze.

"What's wrong?" You sensed something was off and looked up, puzzled.

Yahiko forced a smile, but his eyes were icy. "It's nothing...get some rest."

His voice was terrifyingly soft, yet he roughly yanked Deidara off your back.

Deidara grumbled in dissatisfaction while unconscious, but Yahiko ignored him and dragged him upstairs like a piece of cargo.

"I'll be going now!" You sensed an awkward atmosphere, said goodbye hastily, and quickly went upstairs.

The moment you disappeared, Yahiko's eyes turned completely dark. He released Deidara, letting the blond boy slide to the ground, then slammed his fist against the wall. "How dare he..."

Nagato watched this scene silently, a dark undercurrent surging in his Rinnegan. "The tanuki has chosen someone else." His voice was calm to the point of being cold.

“No, she’s just been deceived.” Yahiko’s voice was filled with suppressed, frantic rage. “She was clearly the one we knew first…”

Nagato walked towards the unconscious Deidara, looking down at him from his superior position.

Deidara, half-awake from excruciating pain, vaguely saw two demonic faces. The alcohol had clouded his mind, yet he still remembered to boast, "Wicked woman...so soft...mmm..."

"Calm down." Nagato pressed down on Yahiko's shoulder, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, then suddenly smiled—a smile that made Deidara involuntarily flinch. "You're right..."

Yahiko's smile widened, but his eyes remained cold. "It's alright... it won't be like this for long."

Their figures blended into the deeper darkness under the moonlight, while Deidara, left to linger in the corner, murmured unconsciously, "Wicked woman... one more time... um..."

Meanwhile, back in your room, you're staring blankly at the mirror, touching the bite mark on your neck. Recalling Yahiko's unusual silence earlier, a strange unease wells up inside you.

(I feel like... I forgot to lock the door.)

The thought had barely crossed your mind when you heard a soft click on the door. You turned around alertly, only to see a wisp of orange hair flash past through the crack in the door.

The next day, the sun shone brightly. The Akatsuki members stood in front of the amusement park map. After experiencing the roller coaster and the giant swing, they unanimously decided to choose some seemingly gentle rides for today.

You never want to touch those thrilling rides that make your stomach churn again. Following the signs, you arrive at an inconspicuous amusement facility where a huge, unremarkable metal plate stands quietly.

There were no elaborate decorations or towering structures around, and everyone looked at each other in disbelief, finding it hard to imagine that such an ordinary-looking large plate could be a highly rated project.

"This thing is fun?" Kisame scratched his head, looking at the large plate in front of him with a face full of doubt.

"Who knows? Maybe there's something special about it," Scorpion said coldly, arms crossed.

Orochimaru narrowed his eyes, a sense of foreboding rising within him. Just to be on the safe side, he stepped forward and stopped a passing staff member. "Excuse me, what is the name of this project?"

The staff member politely replied, "This is one of our amusement park's signature attractions, called 'Crazy Disco'."

"Crazy Disco?" Hidan scoffed. "Crazy Disco, huh? Let me see just how crazy this platter can be!"

Upon hearing the name, the others also had their own thoughts, recalling the seemingly ordinary pirate ship that turned out to be a hidden, thrilling killer once they boarded it, so they all became vigilant.

Everyone wondered if this "Crazy Disco" also had some hidden secrets. Everyone went up to the big plate, found a place to sit or stand, and stared intently at their surroundings, trying to predict what might happen. No one knew what would happen next.

With a crisp ringing of a bell, the project finally started, and the large plate suddenly began to spin without warning, and the speed increased rapidly.

Everyone was caught off guard by this sudden change, and their bodies swayed involuntarily as the plate rotated. Most people reacted quickly and grabbed the railing next to them to prevent themselves from being thrown off.

Nagato watched as Konan was flung to the edge like a feather, his slender fingers just about to touch the hem of her clothes.

The centrifugal force sent him tumbling headlong into Hidan's legs. "Nagato, watch him!" Hidan's three-month scythe got stuck in the gap in the disc, and he spun around like a windmill. "My pants are going to fall down!"

Nagato awkwardly let go, then turned to see Shisui catch Konan with a perfect Body Flicker.

"I refuse to believe it!" Deidara stubbornly propped himself up with his elbows, but was thrown onto Sasori just as he was about to stand up straight.

Unable to bear it any longer, Sasori used chakra threads to tie him up like a dumpling and threw him into a corner.

"Deidara, stop being so stubborn!" Hidan laughed gleefully, then suddenly spotted a new target: Orochimaru was clinging to the railing like a gecko, his golden vertical pupils filled with resistance.

"This is how you play, it's so exciting!" Hidan's eyes lit up, and he slid over to his knees to pry Orochimaru's fingers off.

"Get out of my way!" Orochimaru's snake eyes narrowed to slits, and the white snake that darted out from his sleeve was flung into a bow by centrifugal force just as it bit Hidan's wrist.

The two rolled to the center like tangled ropes, Orochimaru's kimono hem fluttering, revealing his pale calves.

"Hahaha!" Tsunade pointed at Orochimaru and laughed so hard he slapped the floor. "You've finally met your match—ah!"

Orochimaru's tongue suddenly extended, wrapped around Tsunade's ankle, and pulled her down. Tsunade, one of the Legendary Sannin, drew a graceful arc in the air and landed squarely on Jiraiya.

"Wait! My back—"

The draft of "Icha Icha Paradise" flew everywhere, and Jiraiya slapped it in the center of the disc in a starfish shape.

Kisame seized the opportunity to pick up a page: "Her snow-white skin was like...tsk tsk, senpai really knows how to write~"

"give me back!"

"None of you are getting away!" Hidan shouted excitedly, grabbing Orochimaru's belt with one hand and reaching for Kakuzu's tentacles with the other. "Come on, dance, you bastards!"

Kakuzu's abacus beads were scattered everywhere. "Repair fee! Compensation for emotional distress!" His tentacles instinctively wrapped around the nearest support, which unfortunately turned out to be Kisame's Samehada.

Your body is flung toward the edge like a kite with a broken string, your fingertips futilely tracing the smooth surface of the plate, your vision blurred by dizziness, until a warm, cool force suddenly encircles your waist.

His back slammed into a hard chest, and a cool, aloof aura instantly enveloped his entire body.

Itachi's arm was as solid as cast iron, pinning you firmly between the railing and him. You instinctively reached back and grabbed his Akatsuki robe, the taut muscle lines beneath the fabric making your fingertips burn.

"Th-thank you, one against seven..."

Before he could finish speaking, the disc suddenly jolted violently, and Weasel groaned as he pulled you into his arms.

Your cheek pressed against his violently heaving chest, and you could clearly feel his out-of-control heartbeat through the fabric, a pace that seemed unlike that of an Uchiha genius.

His fingers, hidden beneath his black sleeves, dug deep into the soft flesh of your waist, as if trying to knead you into his very bones.

"Don't move." Itachi's voice was lower and hoarse than usual, and his breath was unnaturally hot as it sprayed on the top of your head.

His Sharingan remained fixed on the distance, where Sasori's puppet strings, Shisui's kunai, and Yahiko's chakra chains were searching for your figure amidst the chaos.

You try to look up, but Itachi suddenly presses the back of your head down.

His fingertips ran through your loose black hair, meticulously combing each strand with an almost morbid caress. "You always..."

Itachi's thin lips almost touched your earlobe, his voice as soft as a sigh, "...approaching everyone without any defenses."

Chapter 151 Amusement Park (8)

As the disc tilted again, the coldness of the metal seeped through the thin fabric of the clothing, while the body temperature of the person in front of them was alarmingly high.

His knee forcefully rammed between your legs, creating a cage-like position.

This overly intimate contact makes your pupils shrink; you've never seen a weasel like this before.

"Look at me." Itachi pinched your chin and forced you to look up. His Sharingan had turned into a kaleidoscope pattern, with eerie lines flowing across the scarlet background.

His thumb grazed your lower lip hard, almost tearing the skin. "Why did you allow Deidara to bite here?"

Your breath hitches. The weasel's eyes at that moment remind you of a raptor locking onto its prey, the possessiveness surging within them a stark contrast to its usual calm and composure.

His chakra became viscous and extremely aggressive, like an invisible net wrapping you up layer by layer.

"Are you drunk too?" You tentatively reached out to touch his forehead, but your wrist was grabbed and pressed against your head.

The weasel's nose brushed against your carotid artery, lingering there far longer than necessary.

"I'm perfectly sober." The eagle's canines gently rubbed against the lingering bite mark on your collarbone, a mark left by Deidara last night.

"More clear-headed than ever."

Deidara's screams came from afar; Kisame had deliberately flung him onto Kakuzu.

The noise brought Itachi back to his senses. He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his Sharingan had returned to normal, but the force binding him remained unchanged.

"Back to Amegakure." Itachi's lips brushed against your earlobe, leaving a feather-like touch. "I have something to say."

He looked down at your flushed cheeks, "Next time..."

The sudden vibration of the disc drowned out the rest of his sentence, but as you blinked in confusion, he gave a rare, somewhat morbidly possessive smile.

The three tomoe in your Sharingan spun wildly, reflecting your bewildered expression.

Itachi's lips almost touched your brow, and he finished his sentence almost silently: "...Don't let anyone else touch you again."

This was not a negotiation but a declaration. When he finally released his grip, deep red finger marks were left on your waist and wrists, starkly contrasting against your fair skin.

Itachi's gaze lingered on those spots, a hint of satiated desire flashing in his eyes.

The moment the disc stopped, Itachi had already retreated three steps away, as if the loss of control had never happened.

"Ouch, my back is killing me," Tsunade said, rubbing her back, her golden ponytail swaying gently with her movements. "But that big plate was really fun."

Even though Deidara was in pain from the fall, he immediately straightened his back when he saw you standing next to him.

His golden hair shimmered, and his blue eyes were brimming with excitement. "You wicked girl! I'll definitely protect you in the haunted house later, hmm!" He patted his chest and said confidently.

Kakuzu stood to the side, his small green eyes gleaming with shrewdness, his fingers constantly fiddling with the abacus. "The ticket for this haunted house costs three thousand taels!"

Orochimaru straightened the collar of his kimono, which Hidan had messed up, and coldly swept his golden snake eyes over the crowd. "Boring amusement park rides," he muttered, but still stood in the line.

You feel the burning gaze behind you, and you know it's Itachi without turning around. Ever since that accident, you haven't dared to look Itachi in the eye.

Hidan immediately burst into laughter, his silver hair trembling with his movements. "Hahaha, have you forgotten what happened when we watched that horror movie last time?" He mercilessly exposed his weakness.

Deidara's face instantly turned bright red, and anger blazed in his blue eyes. "Hidan! Are you looking for death? Hmm!" The clay in his hand began to deform, and it looked like it was about to explode.

"That's enough." Itachi's deep voice silenced both of them.

He stood not far behind you, his long black hair tied back, his red Sharingan eyes appearing and disappearing in the shadows.

You felt a pang of anxiety, took a deep breath, and headed towards the entrance of the haunted house. "Come on, take care of yourself," you said, feigning indifference, but your heart was pounding like crazy.

The entrance to the haunted house resembled a gaping maw, with a chilling wind blowing out, carrying the smells of rust and dampness. Deidara quickly followed, and the others entered one after another.

Tsunade walked at the back, her face pale. She tried to keep her back straight, but her slightly trembling fingers betrayed her fear.

Orochimaru keenly noticed her unusual behavior, a playful smile playing on his lips. "Are you sure you're in a good enough condition to get through this project?" he asked, deliberately drawing out his words.

Tsunade bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "Stop talking nonsense! Of course you can!" She strode into the haunted house, but her legs went weak when she saw the first blood-red prop.

"Ah!" Tsunade cried out in surprise, her body falling backward uncontrollably. Orochimaru caught her with lightning speed and, feeling the violent trembling of the person in his arms, he sighed, a rare occurrence for him.

"He has hemophobia but still acts tough." He complained in a low voice, but carefully adjusted his posture to make Tsunade avoid the red props.

Hidan jumped around in the haunted house, sometimes jumping onto Kakuzu's back and screaming, and sometimes scaring Kakuzu who was counting money.

"Hey, Kakuzu, look over there, there's a female ghost counting money!" he shouted, pointing at the props in the corner.

Kakuzu was so startled he almost jumped up, then realized he'd been tricked and angrily chased after Fei Dan, yelling, "You good-for-nothing! What good will it do you to scare me to death?!"

Konan and Kimimaro walked quietly at the back of the group, both maintaining an elegant posture, as if they were taking a stroll rather than visiting a haunted house.

Lin was protected by Kisame and Zabuza in the middle, and although she was scared, she remained relatively calm.

You walk ahead alone, your long black hair shimmering faintly in the dim green light. Suddenly, a chilling gust of wind sweeps across the back of your neck, and you abruptly turn around—

"That's terrifying! Protect me!" Deidara had somehow gotten close and was now hugging you tightly from behind.

His chest pressed against your back, his rapid heartbeat seeping through your clothes like a startled fawn.