Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

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The thought slithered into his mind like a venomous snake. Itachi's gaze swept over Shisui's hand resting on your waist, and he suddenly remembered a rainy night during a mission when you had helped him up in the same way when he was injured.

The raindrops that dripped from your hair back then still feel scorching hot to this day.

"Ugh..." The sudden groan made both Uchiha tense up at the same time.

You unconsciously shrank closer to Shisui, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on your forehead. This action caused Itachi's Sharingan to spin at an alarming rate, and Shisui took the opportunity to pull you closer to him.

"Want to change seats?" Shizui's voice carried just the right amount of concern, but her finger subtly tapped your waist. "The centrifugal force is stronger here..."

Before the words were even finished, the pirate ship suddenly swung in the opposite direction! Shisui's carefully calculated posture was disrupted, and you fell forward due to inertia, landing right in the arms of Itachi, who had appeared in the front row at some unknown time.

Itachi's voice was lower and hoarse than usual, and the hand that held you felt an unusual heat through your clothes.

When he looked down to check on you, his nose almost touched your forehead. This distance was close enough for him to count your trembling eyelashes and for Shizuku to see the tiny red marks his fingertips left on your back.

Shisui's smile remained unchanged, but the three tomoe in his eyes had turned into a dangerous pattern. "You are so considerate."

"Each other." Itachi's response was as soft as a sigh.

You are currently in the center of a triangle formed by two Uchiha clans. The austere aura of Itachi and the warmth of Shisui are intertwined, mixed with the dizziness brought on by weightlessness, making you feel as if you have become some kind of prize to be fought over.

"I...I'm fine." You managed to straighten up, but froze when you saw the expressions on their faces.

The fleeting dark glint in Shisui's eyes and the taut jawline of Itachi both carried an aggressiveness you had never seen before.

"I'll take you out." Itachi's voice carried an unusually coaxing tone.

"No need for your help." Shisui smiled and stopped his outstretched hand. "I can take good care of her."

The two chakras collided in the air, sparking invisible sparks. As the ship shook violently again, you finally couldn't help but push them away.

You stagger to your feet, but your legs give way the moment you take a step, and two figures flash to your side at the same time.

Zhi Shui held your left arm, his palm burning hot. "Slow down."

Itachi braced himself against your right shoulder, his fingers icy cold. "Be careful."

Caught in the middle, you didn't see the crimson light that exploded in the Sharingan when the two looked at each other.

They didn't even notice that at the back of the cabin, Sasori's puppet tail had pierced through three rows of seats, and Deidara's clay spider was crawling down the floor toward Shisui's ankle.

Hidan staggered to his feet, his fingers gripping the safety railing so tightly they turned white from the force. His silver hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, and as he jerked his head, a few drops of sweat trickled down his twitching lips.

"What kind of crappy pirate ship is this—" His voice suddenly changed, and he hurriedly covered his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, even the cult tattoo on his neck trembling.

Orochimaru leaned against the back of the seat in front of him, his pale face turning ashen in the twilight.

He tried to maintain his composure with his usual cold laugh, but as the ship rocked for the last time, his slender fingers suddenly dug into the leather seat, and his snake-like eyes narrowed into slits.

"Hold on..." A hoarse voice mixed with suspicious swallowing sounds, golden vertical pupils stared intently at the stationary Ferris wheel in the distance, as if it were the only salvation.

Xiao Nan's blue-purple paper flower hair ornament was already askew. She buried her face deep into the collar of her Xiao robe, her long eyelashes casting uneasy shadows under her eyes.

Each time the ship reaches its highest point, the arms under the wide sleeves suddenly straighten, leaving crescent-shaped red marks on the palms under the fingernails.

The moment the safety bar snapped open, she practically floated to her feet.

"Never again..." Kakuzu's voice seemed to come from underground, and even the currency symbols in his green eyes lost their luster.

Lin's medical headband slipped down to the back of her head, her brown bangs sticking wetly to her forehead. She tried to form hand seals to use medical ninjutsu, but as the chakra flowed to her fingertips, acid reflux suddenly surged in her stomach. "Back to the hotel..."

The setting sun cast long shadows as he left, the empty seats of the pirate ship still swaying slightly. As the ride came to a sudden close behind, he turned around and started cursing at the ride, an action that nearly caused him to fall into a trash can.

Orochimaru's sneer finally turned into retching, and Konan's paper flowers silently shattered on the ground.

The hotel room curtains were blown by the night breeze. You lay on the bed, your eyes unfocused. The patterns on the ceiling twisted into two familiar figures in your vision: Shisui's smiling eyes and Itachi's deep gaze.

(Why that particular look...?)

Unconsciously, your fingertips trace the warmth of Shisui's palm on your wrist, while a strange stinging sensation at the back of your neck reminds you of the illusion of having a kunai pressed against your throat when Itachi's gaze swept over you.

“Ah…”

A soft sigh dissipated in the hum of the air conditioner. You sat up abruptly, grabbed the hair tie from the bedside table in frustration, and casually tied your long hair up. A few unruly strands of hair hung down beside your neck, swaying gently as you sat up.

The feeling of walking barefoot on the carpet calmed you down a bit. When you opened the French windows, the night breeze carrying the scent of sea salt rushed in, and the sound of the distant waves was like some kind of whisper.

"As expected..."

Before you could finish speaking, you heard a soft rustling sound of fabric behind you. Your body tensed instantly, and the Sharingan activated automatically as you saw a figure slowly emerging from the shadows of the balcony.

"Can't sleep again?"

Itachi's voice was softer than the night breeze. He had been standing there for an unknown amount of time. His black yukata blended almost seamlessly into the night, with only the moonlight illuminating his sharp jawline.

The teacups they held in their hands emitted wisps of steam, and the aroma of buckwheat filled the air between them.

Your fingertips subtly dug into your palm, "How could you..."

"Tea." He took a step forward, and the moonlight finally illuminated his face, revealing a rare heat in his usually unfathomable eyes. "It can calm the mind."

As the teacup was handed to you, the moment you took it, Itachi's fingertips brushed against the back of your hand, the temperature hotter than porcelain.

"Thank you." You lower your head and sip the tea, trying to hide your suddenly racing heart. The bitterness of the tea spreads on your tongue, but unexpectedly it soothes your tense nerves.

You stood silently in the moonlight, so close you could hear each other's breathing.

Itachi's gaze fell on your hair, which was being blown about by the night wind and still carried a faint scent of shampoo. He raised his hand slightly, but froze just before he was about to touch it.

"Lord Tanuki!" A cheerful voice called out from below. Shisui appeared under the cherry blossom tree in the garden, his dark green yukata open at the collar, and two jars of sake swirling in his hands.

The moonlight danced in his smiling eyes, creating a stark contrast with the gloom on the balcony.

"Want to go for a night stroll?" He shook the wine jug in his hand, the sound of the liquid sloshing around was particularly clear in the silence. "I've found a great spot."

You feel the temperature around you drop sharply, and a small crack suddenly appears in the weasel's teacup, from which steam gently escapes.

You subconsciously shifted your body slightly to the distance, a subtle movement that deepened Shisui's smile.

"Ah, Ichidō-Seven is here too." Shisui's voice carried a deliberate hint of surprise. "Want to join us?"

The three tomoe slowly spun in Itachi's eyes. He took half a step forward and stood beside you in a protective posture. "She needs to rest."

"Is that so?" Shisui had already jumped onto the balcony railing. He looked directly at you. "But Lord Tanuki seems to want some fresh air."

Caught between the two, you suddenly miss the simple dizziness of being on a pirate ship.

"I'm going back."

The sound of the door closing was like a sigh. On the balcony, Shisui and Itachi looked at each other in silence.

The moment Deidara pushed open the door, the door next door creaked open, and a strong aroma of alcohol wafted out.

"Hiccup...Isn't this the Explosive Boy?!" Jiraiya shook his sake bottle, his cheeks flushed with a drunken blush. He staggered forward a few steps, and his entire weight suddenly pressed down on Deidara's shoulder.

His yukata collar was loose and open, revealing his muscular chest. "A chance encounter late at night is fate! Come have a drink with this old man! Hmm!"

The last imitation of his verbal tic made Deidara's lips twitch, and the sake bottle was forcefully shoved into his hand, its ceramic surface still warm from Jiraiya's body.

Deidara stared at the remaining sake at the spout, and in a daze, he recalled the humiliation of being knocked out by a cup of sake during the game that day.

"Of course! Yes!" he stubbornly insisted, but the moment he tilted his head back to gulp down the liquor, he choked and coughed violently.

A burning sensation spread from my throat to my stomach, a burst of colorful light exploded before my eyes, my cheeks flushed red at a visible speed, and even the tips of my ears turned a lovely pink.

"Hahaha! Your alcohol tolerance is worse than that pig Tsunade raised!" Jiraiya patted Deidara's thin back, each pat making the boy cough even more violently.

The flask was passed between the two, the amber liquid shimmering in the moonlight, casting a distorted reflection in Deidara's unfocused pupils.

"Come on! I'll show you the night view of the Land of Water!" Jiraiya suddenly grabbed Deidara, and the blond boy was dragged like a cat being grabbed by the scruff of its neck, staggering and being pulled to the end of the corridor.

His golden hair had completely wilted, and he didn't even notice the clay bag slipping from his waist.

"Wicked...wicked woman..." he murmured unconsciously, his fingers scratching in the air as if trying to grasp some phantom, "Your swimsuit... um..."

Jiraiya sobered up considerably in an instant. He watched as Deidara staggered forward, and the blond boy suddenly turned around and confessed his love to the potted plants in the corridor.

"Hey! Wait!" Jiraiya hurriedly reached out to grab him, only to see Deidara suddenly form hand seals—

"Drink!" A giant clay bird appeared out of thin air, carrying the drunken boy as it soared into the sky.

Amidst the sound of shattering tiles, the giant bird flew crookedly into the depths of the moonlight, scattering a trail of gold dust and the smell of wine.

"It's over, it's over..." Jiraiya's back was soaked with cold sweat. He could almost see Orochimaru's sneer, Sasori's poisonous stinger, and Kakuzu's green eyes holding an exorbitant compensation bill.

You sneak out of the hotel window, leaning against the bridge railing, your black hair ruffled by the night wind, the ends brushing against the stone animal heads. Just as you breathe a sigh of relief, you suddenly sense an unusual chakra fluctuation above your head—

A familiar voice boomed from high above. Deidara rode on a clay bird, his blond hair disheveled by the night wind, his cheeks flushed an unnatural red.

He wobbled as he swooped down the bird, flipping and leaping off just before it hit the bridge.

Chapter 150 Amusement Park (7)

"Why is it you again, you idiot!" You sighed, rubbing your forehead, and turned to leave.

A muffled thud came from behind, followed by the rustling of cloth against the stone slabs. Before you could turn around, a scalding hot body slammed heavily onto the bridge.

"Who are you calling an idiot! Hmm!" Deidara's blue eyes were veiled with drunkenness, yet they shone with an astonishing brightness.

"Ugh...!" Your back pressed against the cold stone slab, and before you could react, burning lips were pressed against the side of your neck.

Deidara, like a playful puppy, nibbled and bit at your neck, his canine teeth inadvertently scraping across your artery, sending a slight shiver down your spine.

"Which bastard gave you the drink!" You struggled to push his shoulder, but the boy used his knee to push your legs apart.

Deidara grabbed both of your wrists with one hand, lifted them above his head and pressed them against the stone slab. His fingers, calloused from years of playing with clay, rubbed against your wrists until they felt hot.

"You smell so good, you wicked girl..." The drunken blond boy buried his face in the crook of your neck, his tongue licking the red mark he had just bitten.

The alcohol made his breath several times hotter than usual, spraying onto your sensitive collarbone, "more addictive than popping clay... um..."

You suddenly stop struggling and look straight into Deidara's misty blue eyes, his gaze as clear and cold as moonlight.

That look was like a bucket of cold water poured over the boy's head. He froze on the spot, his lips still pressed against the red mark on your collarbone.

"What..." Deidara's voice suddenly stammered, a flush of drunkenness spreading from his cheeks to his ears, "Is it... that you've only just realized how handsome I am? Hmm!"

He tried to sound arrogant, but his lack of confidence stemmed from his inability to look you in the eye.

"Pfft...!" You suddenly burst out laughing, your eyebrows curving into crescent moons. "Narcissist."

Deidara, embarrassed and annoyed, was about to bite you again, but you quickly covered his mouth before he could, until you felt a wet touch on your palm—this guy was actually licking you!

Deidara's blond hair tickled your chin, and your breath, still smelling of alcohol, gradually became steady.

"I'll forgive you for now, since you're drunk..." Your fingertips dug into his burning cheeks.

You struggled to get up, but Deidara held you even tighter. His lips brushed against her earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine. "Let go!"

"I won't let go... unless you admit my art is stronger than Sasori's!" Deidara rubs against your neck playfully, like a large dog.

You finally managed to free one hand and smacked him on the forehead. "Wake up!"

"Ouch..." Deidara let go of her hand in grievance, and you took the opportunity to stand up and pat the dust off your clothes.

"Can you stand up already? It's so embarrassing!" You looked at Deidara, who was still hugging his calves, and sighed helplessly.

Deidara tilted his head. "What is shameful?"

Looking into his innocent blue eyes, you suddenly remember the first time you met this boy, he also looked at you with such pure eyes. Back then, Deidara wasn't as...clingy as he is now.

"Get up, I'll take you back." You reach out your hand.

Deidara's eyes lit up. "Then will you carry me on your back? Hmm!" He opened his arms like a child asking for candy.

Don't even think about it!

"Just memorize it~ My head is so dizzy..." Deidara rubbed his cheek against your palm, his lips intentionally or unintentionally brushing against the inside of your wrist.

Feeling a subtle itch spreading from the point of contact, you sighed, "...Just this once."

Deidara cheered and nimbly jumped onto your back.

His chest was pressed against your back, his heartbeat could be heard through the fabric, you could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, and the restless hands around your waist.

"You wicked woman! Do you like me?" Deidara suddenly asked in your ear, his warm breath making your ear tips burn.

"...I don't like it." You answered decisively.

"I don't believe you! Say it again!" Deidara shook his body in dissatisfaction, his legs clamping tightly around your waist.

"Hey! Stop swaying, you're going to fall!" You quickly steadied yourself, but then felt Deidara's hand move up from your waist and gently pinch your cheek.

"I don't care! Tell me quickly that you like Deidara, the greatest artist in the universe the most!" His voice was tinged with drunken coquetry as his fingers playfully pinched your face.

"Stop fooling around! You're really going to fall..." Before he could finish speaking, Deidara suddenly tilted to the side, and you all lost your balance and fell onto the stone pavement together.