Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

(If I can trap Black Zetsu... then I can go find her...)

This idea grew wildly in his mind, almost overshadowing his obsession with the Eye of the Moon project.

"Hey~ Oh, you're not thinking about women, are you?" White Zetsu suddenly leaned closer, a comical expression on his twisted face. "You've been so absent-minded lately~"

The air pressure around Obito suddenly dropped, and the Kamui dimension slightly distorted around his right eye, startling the White Zetsu who immediately retreated back into the rock wall. "W-Just kidding~"

Black Zetsu looked at Obito suspiciously. "You've been acting strangely lately. Don't forget our agreement!"

"Shut up." Obito's voice was as cold as ice. "I know what to do."

He turned and walked deeper into the cave. The flickering firelight on the rock walls cast a long, distorted shadow of him, like a lurking wild beast.

(A method to trap Black Zetsu...)

At the end of the dimly lit passageway, Obito stopped and slowly removed his mask, revealing his scarred face.

His fingertips touched the Sharingan in his right eye, where the touch of your hair still lingered—the warmth of your long hair brushing against his cheek when you left in the Kamui dimension.

The name "Nagi..." lingered on his lips, carrying an almost painful longing.

"Come find me when you've completely trapped Black Zetsu."

Obito's breathing became heavy. He suddenly slammed his fist into the rock wall, sending pebbles flying. Blood dripped from his knuckles, but was swallowed up by the Kamui dimension before hitting the ground.

(We need to speed up the plan...)

Whispers from the depths of the cave came from Black Zetsu and White Zetsu, but he couldn't hear them anymore.

My mind is filled with your image: the way you casually tidied your long hair, the way you smiled gently while soaking in the bathtub, the way you slightly furrowed your brow when Yahiko touched you on the beach...

Jealousy gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake, and Obito's Sharingan spun wildly.

He took out the specially made kunai, which was engraved with a complex sealing incantation. He had secretly prepared it over the past few days.

"Soon..." he whispered to the kunai, as if it were in your ear, "Soon I will be able to..."

Water droplets from the cave ceiling fell onto the kunai blade, reflecting a cold light, just like his eyes at that moment, a mixture of madness and reason, obsession and lust.

Rain washed over the dense forests on the border of the Land of Water, diluting the blood into pale red streams.

Kabuto knelt in the mud, his trembling hands still in the hand seals. His glasses were shattered, the lenses covered with raindrops and blood, blurring the familiar yet unfamiliar face before him.

The orphanage director lay in a pool of blood, a chakra scalpel he himself had fired protruding into his chest.

"Why...why is it you..." Kabuto's voice was hoarse and out of tune, rain dripping down his gray hair, mingling with his tears and falling onto the dean's increasingly cold face.

He had received intelligence that there was espionage activity here, and he was fully prepared for battle, but the moment he saw that kind face, his chakra blade veered off course.

The sound of snapping branches came from deep within the dense forest. Kabuto stiffly looked up, his vertical pupils contracting in the rain. With golden snake eyes and white hair, the legendary Sannin stood five steps away.

"Oh dear, it seems we're a step too late~" Orochimaru licked his lips, his vertical pupils contracting excitedly.

He could smell the lingering chakra in the air; that precisely controlled medical ninjutsu was a talent tailor-made for his research.

Jiraiya pressed down on Orochimaru's trembling shoulders. "It's just a child!" He frowned as he looked at the corpse on the ground, and his expression changed drastically when he recognized it as the director of an orphanage.

Orochimaru was already crouching in front of Kabuto, his icy fingers lifting the boy's chin. "Interesting... self-destructive tendencies, and..."

His fingernails suddenly tore through the sleeve of his pocket, revealing an arm covered in needle marks. "Oh? Self-human experimentation?"

"Enough!" Jiraiya slapped Orochimaru's hand away, but froze when he met Kabuto's hollow eyes. He was all too familiar with that despair, just like Orochimaru when he saw Nawaki's corpse.

Under repeated questioning from the two men, Dou mechanically repeated the mission report. When he said the word "accidental killing," his voice seemed to be abruptly cut off.

Rain dripped down his eyelashes, leaving transparent streaks on his pale face.

"It's all my fault... If only I had seen through the illusion sooner..."

"Illusion?" Orochimaru suddenly sneered, pulling a blood-soaked photograph from the dean's corpse.

He formed a hand seal, and the boy's face in the photo distorted and changed under the influence of chakra, eventually settling into a completely unfamiliar face.

Jiraiya gasped. "Memory manipulation? This is a technique from Root!"

"Danzo's doing." Orochimaru threw the photo into the muddy water, watching Kabuto's face turn deathly pale. "He was afraid that your reunion would reveal secrets, so he replaced your image in the Dean's memories. How pathetic... How does it feel to be killed by the person you trusted most?"

Kabuto's breath caught in his throat. He remembered Danzo patting him on the shoulder and saying "For Konoha" before he left, and the confused look in the Dean's eyes when he died.

His stomach suddenly spasmed, and he bent over and dry heaved, but only vomited a few mouthfuls of sour water.

"Look at this, Jiraiya." Orochimaru's voice coiled around your neck like a venomous snake. "This is the Konoha you swore to protect with your life, the root under the light, which has long since rotted to the core."

Jiraiya's clenched fist trembled slightly. He remembered Nagato crying, Orochimaru's sarcastic smile when he left the village, and now there was another boy whose life had been destroyed.

The cracks in the Will of Fire continued to widen in his heart, and rain dripped down his white hair like countless cold interrogations.

“Join us.” Orochimaru reached out to Kabuto, his sleeve slipping down to reveal pale skin. “I happen to need… an assistant.”

Dou looked at the hand and remembered the afternoons when the sheets in the orphanage were drying in the sun, and the director's words: "Be a light that illuminates others."

Now the light has gone out, and it was the very village he had always served that extinguished it—how ironic, just like the twisted smile he wore now.

"Okay." He heard himself say, his voice as soft as a wandering soul. The moment he grasped Orochimaru's hand, he felt something shatter completely in his chest.

Jiraiya opened his mouth, but ultimately remained silent and stepped aside.

The rain grew heavier, and the three figures gradually disappeared into the dense forest. No one noticed that Kabuto quietly picked up the blood-stained photo, nor did anyone see the chakra scalpel he had hidden in his sleeve gleaming coldly.

This time, he will not wield his sword for anyone, except... to destroy this false world.

Your and Yahiko's shadows stretched long on the carpet, almost merging into the darkness at the end.

"I'm very happy today." Yahiko suddenly stopped, his orange hair gleaming warmly under the light.

His arm naturally wraps around your waist, at just the right angle, right in the center of the mechanical spider puppet's field of vision at the corner of the corridor.

Before you could react, Yahiko's fingertips were already on your cheek, his thumb lingering intimately on the corner of your lips. In the reflection of the puppet monitor, the gesture looked like you were tilting your head back for a kiss.

Yahiko suddenly lowered his head, his orange hair falling down to cover the tips of their noses where they met. From the puppet's perspective, it was clearly you who took the initiative to stand on tiptoe and offer your lips to him.

The mechanical spider's compound eyes flickered violently.

Hiruko's joints creaked under the strain, and Sasori stared intently at the image projected on the puppet screen, the puppet strings taut between his fingers.

The mirror reflected his distorted face; his face, which had always been as delicate as a doll's, was now hideous and terrifying because of jealousy.

"Hehe...hehe..."

A low, husky laugh echoed in the room. Scorpion looked at himself in the mirror, his red hair disheveled and falling across his forehead, his amber pupils shrinking into dangerous slits.

He reached out and touched the mirror; the cool touch reminded him of your skin.

(How dare Yahiko...how dare he touch her?)

Countless bloody images flashed through her mind: turning Yahiko into a human puppet who would forever kneel, blowing Deidara to pieces with the most poisonous traps, and making everyone who coveted her suffer a fate worse than death...

Suddenly, spiderweb-like patterns appeared on the mirror's surface, and blood beads seeped from Scorpion's fingertips, yet he seemed to feel no pain.

The images on the screen continued, Yahiko's hand was already on the back of your neck, and that damn orange-haired bastard even glanced provocatively at the angle of the monitor.

(He knew... he actually knew I was watching!)

This realization caused Sasori's rationality to completely collapse, and Hiruko's poisonous needles suddenly shot out, turning the entire wall into a hedgehog.

He staggered to his feet, the puppet strings dancing wildly around him like an enraged venomous spider.

"They're all going to die..."

His hoarse voice trembled with madness as Scorpion ripped open his collar, revealing a deep, old wound on his pale chest—the wound you had stitched up for him last year.

At that moment, your black hair fell over his heart, and your eyes were so focused that it seemed as if he were the only person left in the whole world.

(I was the one who touched her first...)

Memories overlap with reality, and the venom of jealousy boils in the veins.

Scorpion suddenly chuckled, the laughter growing louder and louder until it turned into a sobbing, panting sound.

He picked up the teacup you had used on the table and slowly licked the lip prints remaining on the rim of the cup with the tip of his tongue.

A sweet, metallic taste spread through his mouth; he couldn't tell if it was the glaze of the teacup or the tip of his tongue that he had bitten.

Footsteps suddenly came from the corridor. Sasori's pupils contracted sharply, and the puppet strings tightened instantly. When that familiar chakra approached the door, he almost lunged at it.

"Li Nu?" Scorpion's voice was hoarse beyond recognition, but the footsteps went straight past without stopping at all.

Scorpion stood frozen in front of the door for a long time before slowly sliding down to sit on the ground. The light screen reflected his appearance at this moment: his red hair was messy, his clothes were wide open, and he looked like a madman tormented by love.

"Ah..."

He covered his eyes and chuckled softly. So this was the taste of jealousy—more painful than a thousand needles piercing his heart, more unbearable than poison corroding his bones.

(Since he's already gone mad...)

Scorpion suddenly grabbed the controller of Hiruko, his emerald eyes gleaming with an eerie light in the darkness.

(Let's go even further then!)

Chapter 159 - Bewitching Fragrance

The steam in the bathroom hadn't dissipated yet, and you stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window wrapped in a pure white bathrobe.

The starry sky outside the window is dazzling, but it cannot illuminate the inexplicable unease surging in your heart. The moment your fingertips touch the glass, the cold touch makes you shiver slightly.

"Two more days..." you murmured to yourself, the sash of your bathrobe loosening slightly with each breath. Obito's plan, Yahiko's entanglement, Sasori's recent unusual silence—all these fragments swirled into a turbid vortex in your mind.

Sleepiness comes suddenly and overwhelmingly, and the sound of silk sheets rubbing together is unusually jarring as you sink into bed.

In the hazy light, I seemed to smell a faint scent of pine mixed with the cool aroma of engine oil—the unique smell of the Scorpion Puppet Strings.

The feeling of suffocation came without warning.

It felt as if countless transparent threads were wrapped around my limbs, and the more I struggled, the deeper they tightened. My dream was filled with gray and white noise, and I could vaguely hear the clicking sound of metal joints turning in my ears.

You want to shout, but you find that even the tip of your tongue is suppressed by an invisible force.

"Ugh...!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, his back soaked in cold sweat, his bathrobe collar wide open, revealing large expanses of pale skin.

The moonlight outside the window had been swallowed up by dark clouds, and the whole room was shrouded in thick darkness.

Da da da--

Very light footsteps echoed down the corridor, as if someone had deliberately softened the sound of their wooden clogs.

As you prop yourself up, your body going limp, the moment your bare feet touch the carpet, a chill runs up your spine from the soles of your feet.

The moment the door opened, the harsh white light from the corridor wall lamps made you squint.

In the empty corridor, only your shadow stretched long, and the green light of the emergency exit at the end flickered dimly.

"Is it just my imagination...?"

Just as the door was about to close, a suppressed gasp suddenly exploded behind me.

Warm breath mixed with the smell of pine wood and machine oil brushed against the back of your neck, and you froze. Before you could turn around, a pair of cold hands covered your eyes.

"scorpion...?"

There was no response, only the faint sound of mechanical joints operating against your spine.

The bathrobe belt suddenly came loose and slid down my shoulder, and a sharp pain exploded from my right shoulder the instant it fell.

"Ugh—!"

The sensation of canine teeth piercing the skin was terrifyingly clear; the scorpion's lips and tongue pressed tightly against your bleeding wound, and the sound of its Adam's apple bobbing was unusually clear in the silence.

You can feel the warm blood being sucked and swallowed, the sticky sound of water mixed with the other person's disordered breathing, amplified infinitely in the darkness.

"You...are drinking my blood?"

Your voice trembled slightly as you tentatively raised your hand, placing your palm against Scorpion's chest. The puppeteer's heart was pounding wildly, sending uncontrollable vibrations through his clothes.

Her fingertips traced the lines of his taut neck, finally touching his unusually hot cheek.

"what happens...?"

Scorpion suddenly released his teeth, his bloodied lips brushing against your earlobe. "You let him touch here."

His fingertips traced the heavy kiss marks on your neck, his voice hoarse and incoherent, "And here." His hand slid down your waist, pausing at the base of your legs, hidden by your bathrobe, "Here too...?"

Suddenly, the elevator dinged as it arrived in the hallway. Scorpion shoved you into the room and locked the door behind him, nailing three kunai to the door panel.

A low growl, barely containing his anger, came from outside the door, "Tanuki? Are you alright?"