Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

Kakuzu's tentacles emerged from the ground. "Don't move! Let me see the price tag—"

Tsunade's second punch smashed through the floor, and Yahiko's futile attempt to maintain order, "Everyone, calm down..."

Standing in the middle of the ruins, with feather-like scraps of paper clinging to your black hair, you look at the swimsuit that everyone is fighting over and sigh helplessly.

You casually pick up the swimsuit recommended by Tsunade and walk into the fitting room, and the wind chimes at the store door ring crisply.

"Welcome, sir—" The clerk's voice abruptly stopped.

Deidara, Sasori, Yahiko, Itachi, Shisui, Kakuzu, Kisame, Hidan, Zabuza, Haku, Kimimaro... even Orochimaru, all stood at the shop entrance, each with a different expression.

"What...are you doing here?" Xiao Nan narrowed her eyes, her tone dangerous.

"Just passing by! Hmm!" Deidara announced loudly, but his eyes drifted towards the fitting room.

"...Buy sunscreen." Scorpion lied without batting an eye, the tip of Hiruko's tail slightly curling up.

"Ahem, I heard that this company's... towels are of very good quality." Yahiko chuckled dryly and scratched the back of his head.

"..." Itachi and Shisui remained silent, but showed no intention of leaving.

Kakuzu said with a gloomy face, "I'm just here to supervise how the funds are used."

Hidan grinned, "The Jashin-sama has guided me to witness the birth of beauty!"

Orochimaru's golden vertical pupils swept across the entire room, and he finally said calmly, "I'm just curious about human aesthetics."

Tsunade sighed, "You bunch of idiots!"

The curtain moved, and you slowly walked out of the fitting room.

A black high-waisted two-piece swimsuit, with crisscrossing straps that wrap around the slender waist and tie into an exquisite knot at the back, making the skin appear as translucent as snow.

The skirt-style shorts are cut just right, neither too revealing, yet subtly revealing the graceful lines of the thighs with every step.

"...How is it?" You tilted your head slightly, your long eyelashes fluttering, your eyes filled with a hint of uncertainty.

—Silence, absolute silence.

Deidara's clay bird exploded into fireworks with a "pop," while he himself froze on the spot as if struck by lightning, his ear tips turning almost blood red.

He let out a weak, dying whimper, then suddenly covered his nose, staggered back two steps, and bumped into the shelf behind him.

Scorpion's puppet joints tightened unconsciously, as if trying to suppress some kind of impulse. His gaze was fixed on your waistline, and his breathing under the mask became noticeably heavy.

Yahiko's pupils dilated slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed, as if he had suddenly forgotten how to speak.

His fingers clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turning white, as if he was afraid that if he let go, he would do something out of control.

Nagato's Rinnegan flickered unnaturally for a moment, then he abruptly turned his face away, put his finger to his lips, and coughed lightly, as if trying to cover something up.

Shisui's smile froze on his face. His Sharingan activated uncontrollably, the three tomoe spinning wildly. His fingers trembled slightly, as if he wanted to reach out and touch them, but he forcibly restrained himself.

The eagle's gaze slid down from your hair, along your slender neck, to the crisscrossing straps, and finally settled on your slightly pursed lips.

His Sharingan gleamed in the shadows, a deep, almost predatory emotion surging within them, but the next second, he returned to his indifferent demeanor, only his Adam's apple bobbing slightly beneath his black stand-up collar.

“…It suits you very well.” In the end, it was Xiao Nan who found her voice first, but her tone was a few decibels lower and hoarse than usual, and her purple eyes were slightly darkened.

Tsunade took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, but her gaze still lingered uncontrollably on your waist. "...Hmm, it's really nice."

Lin's face turned as red as a ripe apple, her fingers unconsciously twisting together, her voice barely a whisper, "Lord Tanuki...so...beautiful!"

You seemed completely unaware of anything, simply tilting your head slightly, your black hair slipping down your shoulder. "So, this one?"

Tsunade suddenly smashed the mirror in the fitting room with her fist, yelling, "Turn around, everyone!!!"

The shockwave from the monstrous force sent everyone back three steps. Taking advantage of the moment, Rin grabbed a towel and rushed toward you, but was distracted by Itachi's crow illusion and crashed headfirst into Shisui's arms.

Konan's paper scraps instantly formed a barrier, but just as they were about to cover you, they were shattered by Deidara's clay bird. The paper scraps and feathers fluttered down like an untimely snowfall.

Amidst the chaos, you merely tilt your head slightly, reach out to catch a falling paper flower, and your fingertips inadvertently brush against the straps binding your collarbone.

Deidara finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed straight down.

“...Change it.” Scorpion’s voice was terribly hoarse. “Now.”

Yahiko suddenly teleports in front of you, takes off his coat and tries to drape it over your shoulders, but is repelled by Nagato's Shinra Tensei.

Nagato's Rinnegan stared intently at you. "That blue one suits you better."

Kisame's sharkskin suddenly stretches out and wraps around your waist, but the moment it touches your swimsuit, it recoils as if it's been burned.

The shark-faced man stammered, a rare occurrence for him, "I'm sorry, it's a little excited..."

"You guys...?" You finally realize something is wrong.

After pulling back the fitting room curtain, you peeked half your face out from the gap, blinked your moist dark eyes, and smiled meaningfully. "Um...you guys should check on Deidara, right? He's unconscious after all~"

Deidara lay on the bed in the hotel room, his eyes closed, breathing rapidly. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his fingers unconsciously gripped the sheets so tightly that his knuckles turned slightly white.

The waves gently lapped against the shore, and the sunlight shone on the soft sand, reflecting a warm glow.

In the distance, a familiar figure stood quietly by the sea, her black hair gently swaying in the sea breeze, her slender back appearing exceptionally soft in the sunlight.

"You wicked woman! What are you doing here?" Deidara blurted out, his voice filled with undisguised surprise.

You slowly turned around, a half-smile playing on your lips, a sly glint in your dark eyes. "Of course I came to see the sea. Were I waiting for you?"

Your voice floated lightly into Deidara's ears, like a feather gently brushing against his heart, making him tremble all over.

He stood there, at a loss, his golden ponytail swaying slightly with his rapid breathing.

You chuckled softly, taking a step closer to him until you could feel each other's breath. You gently tapped his chest with your fingertips, your voice low and soft, "What? You can't even speak when you see me?"

Deidara's throat tightened, and his heart pounded as if it would burst out of his chest. He instinctively grabbed your wrist; the touch was warm and delicate, which made him even more flustered.

"Can I...can I hug you?" His voice was incredibly hoarse, as if emotions that had been suppressed for too long had finally found an outlet.

You blinked, your smile widening. "Of course!"

—The next second, Deidara suddenly pulls you into his arms.

Your body was more supple than he had imagined. He held your slender waist tightly, and the faint scent of mint in your black hair lingered in his nostrils, making him almost dizzy.

"You wicked girl...you're quite pretty." He murmured, his gaze falling on your face so close to his, your obsidian eyes reflecting his image, making his heart skip a beat.

"Looks good?" You tilted your head slightly, a playful smile curving your lips, and deliberately leaned close to his lips, your breath brushing against his skin. "Then tell me, when don't I look good?"

Deidara's breathing suddenly stopped, and the string of reason snapped completely at that moment.

He kissed her.

There was no skill involved, just pure impulse and desire. His lips pressed eagerly against yours, his teeth accidentally brushing against yours, but you only let out a soft moan and didn't push him away.

It was softer than he had imagined, with a subtle sweetness that made him want to deepen the kiss.

Your hands are pressed against his chest, as if trying to struggle, but he grabs your wrists and pins you to the sand.

"Deidara...!" Your voice was swallowed up by him, leaving only a muffled sob.

His kisses slid from your lips down your neck and then to your collarbone, leaving a burning mark on every inch of your skin. Your breathing became rapid, and your fingertips unconsciously tightened around his shirt.

Just as Deidara was about to take things further, you suddenly raised your hand and covered his mouth.

"Do you like me?" you asked softly, your dark eyes carrying an emotion he couldn't decipher.

Deidara's heart nearly burst, but he answered without hesitation, "I love you! I love you so much! I want to be with you forever!"

—A flash of white light.

The dream collapsed in an instant.

Deidara suddenly opened his eyes, sat up abruptly in bed, and gasped for breath.

His cheeks were burning hot, his ear tips were so red they were almost bleeding, and his fingers unconsciously touched his lips, as if he could still feel the touch of that kiss in his dream.

Then, he remembered.

The last thing I saw before I fell into a coma was you walking out of the fitting room wearing that black swimsuit.

Your waistline, your legs, the black hair that falls as you slightly tilt your head...

"This is so embarrassing! Ugh!" Deidara covered his face, collapsed onto the bed in despair, and kicked his legs wildly a few times.

He actually fainted because of your good looks!

What would you think of him? Would you laugh at him for being naive and unsophisticated? Or...?

Or do you actually care about him a little bit? This thought made Deidara's heart pound again.

He suddenly rolled over, buried his face in the pillow, and groaned, "It's over... I'm finished... um!"

You were drying your wet black hair with a towel, the collar of your bathrobe slightly open, revealing a small patch of skin at your collarbone, your bare feet on the soft carpet of the hotel, when you suddenly sneezed.

"You have a cold?" Xiao Nan's purple eyes were filled with concern. Her paper flew over automatically and gently brushed against your forehead to measure your temperature.

Lin came over with a cup of hot tea. "You must have been too tired from playing today." She put the teacup in your hand, her fingertips accidentally touching the back of your hand, then quickly pulled back as if burned.

Just as you were about to speak, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Who is it?" After a few seconds of silence outside the door, Scorpion's deep voice came, "...delivering medicine."

You open the door and see Hiruko's puppet shell standing under the corridor light, with a mechanical hand holding a small glass bottle.

Through the gap in the mask, you could feel Scorpion's gaze lingering briefly at the collar of your bathrobe before quickly moving away.

"Tsunade said Deidara had heatstroke, and I overheard you had a cold on the way," Sasori explained curtly. "Luckily, I have some medicine."

You take the medicine bottle, but your fingertip accidentally touches the puppet's joint. Sasori's chakra threads tremble violently, almost knocking the medicine bottle over.

You quickly steadied the bottle, but the belt of your bathrobe loosened a little because of the movement. You didn't notice that the scorpion's puppet shell suddenly stiffened like a stone.

"I'll take it to him." You turned to change your clothes, but were gently stopped by Xiao Nan's piece of paper.

"I'll go." Xiao Nan's purple eyes narrowed slightly. "You should rest."

A long dress made of paper silently wrapped around your body. Xiao Nan took the medicine bottle and walked towards the door, glancing at Scorpion as they passed each other.

Sasori's chakra threads tightened silently.

Just as Xiao Nan was about to knock on the door, she suddenly heard a loud muttering coming from inside.

"It's just a swimsuit! Hmm! What's the big deal!"

"But that waist...that leg..."

"Ahhh, I can't think about it anymore!"

Xiao Nan raised an eyebrow, raised her hand and knocked on the door, "The medicine."

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Five seconds later, the door opened a crack, and Deidara's flushed face peeked out. His blond hair was a mess, as if he'd been struck by lightning. He visibly relaxed the moment he saw Konan, but then immediately looked dejected. "It's you..."

"Disappointed?" Xiao Nan handed over the medicine bottle, a hint of amusement flashing in her purple eyes. "Who did you think it was?"

Deidara grabbed the medicine bottle and gulped it down. "N-nothing! Hmm!"

As soon as the medicine went down his throat, he started coughing violently; he coughed so hard that he choked on it.

Xiao Nan's piece of paper flew over and patted his back, but she heard the boy cough and mumble incoherently, "...If only it were her..."

Chapter 148 Amusement Park (5)

Xiao Nan paused for a moment.

“The way she looks in her swimsuit…” Deidara suddenly realized what he had said, abruptly covered his mouth, his blue eyes wide open.

Xiao Nan's piece of paper was dangerously suspended in the air.

"I didn't say anything! Hmm!" Deidara slammed the door shut, his back pressed against the door panel as he slid to the ground. He touched his burning ears, and the image of your smiling eyes on the beach in his dream floated into his mind again.

The most fatal thing was the obvious reaction in his lower body; Deidara desperately slammed his head against the wall.

"Oh no... how am I supposed to see her now... ugh..."

Unable to sleep, you go to the terrace alone to feel the breeze. Under the moonlight, your bathrobe is billowing in the sea breeze.

"Aren't you going to rest?"

A deep voice came from behind you. You turned around and saw Itachi standing in the shadows, his Sharingan glowing faintly in the darkness.

"It's a bit hot." You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "Can't sleep either?"

Itachi didn't answer. His gaze swept over your calves exposed outside your bathrobe, then quickly shifted to the distant sea. Silence spread between the two of them, but it didn't feel awkward.