Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

Looking at the huge hole in the roof, it was gradually being dyed deep blue by the twilight.

"It is indeed here."

A deep voice came from the temple entrance. You didn't get up, but just turned your head slightly.

Nagato stood there against the light, his red hair swaying gently in the evening breeze. He slowly approached, the hem of his black robe with red clouds sweeping across the dusty ground.

"Can you find me too?"

Nagato crouched down beside you, the intricate patterns in his Rinnegan appearing exceptionally deep in the dim light.

“Because you always choose places like this.” His fingers traced lightly across the ground. “Desolate, silent, forgotten corners.”

You close your eyes, sensing the chakra fluctuations emanating from the person beside you—powerful yet oppressive, like a beast bound by chains. "Where are the others?"

"Looking for you." Nagato's lips curled into a cold smile.

A brief silence fell over the temple, broken only by the chirping of insects in the distance. You opened your eyes and met Nagato's eyes, which seemed capable of devouring everything. "You still haven't told me about the origin of these eyes."

Nagato's expression darkened, and the patterns in his Rinnegan seemed to become even more complex. "I told you, I don't want to delve into this further."

"Is it that you don't want to, or that you're afraid?" You propped yourself up, leaning close to Nagato, close enough to feel each other's breath. "You know the Rinnegan doesn't belong to you, right?"

Nagato grabbed your wrist. "Shut up." His voice was terrifyingly low. "You know nothing."

You didn't struggle; instead, you moved closer, your lips almost touching his earlobe. "I know far more than you think, Nagato."

Your warm breath made Nagato's body stiffen for a moment. "For example, who gave you these eyes?"

The moonlight had already begun to stream in through the hole, casting a silvery glow on your figures.

Nagato's breathing became heavy, and a hint of panic you'd never seen before flashed in his Rinnegan. "What exactly are you..." His voice was hoarse beyond recognition.

You suddenly step back, saying, "I'm just curious, why would someone who knows they're being used continue playing this game?"

Nagato abruptly stood up, looking down at you, his shadow completely enveloping your figure. "You think you're so smart?" His voice was laced with suppressed anger. "Is it fun to pry into other people's secrets?"

"It's much more interesting than being used as a pawn." You maintained your smile, but your eyes had turned cold.

The chakra fluctuations between you caused the remaining paper windows in the temple to tremble slightly. Nagato suddenly reached out and grabbed your neck, his thumb rubbing the pulse throbbing on your side of your neck, the patterns in his Rinnegan spinning wildly.

“Sometimes I really want to see,” Nagato’s voice was low and whispered, “the way your ever-composed face breaks down.” His fingers tightened slightly, “to see what kind of expression you’ll have when all your pretenses are exposed.”

Suddenly, he reached out and touched Nagato's cheek. This action made Nagato's whole body stiffen, and the ripples of his Rinnegan froze for a moment. Your fingertips are cold, like the rain that never stops falling in Amegakure.

"You know what?" Your dark eyes reflected Nagato's astonished expression, "These eyes on your face... are very unique."

"You know perfectly well... these eyes see through all lies." You calmly look back at him, your fingertip lightly touching his brow. "Then have you seen through it all? My feelings for you..."

The words were abruptly cut off by a kiss. Nagato bit your lower lip fiercely, as if he wanted to swallow all the unspoken words.

The kiss carried the scent of blood and a kind of desperate devotion, the Rinnegan glowing terrifyingly bright at close range.

When you parted, your lips were already swollen and red. Looking at your reflection in Nagato's eyes, you suddenly realized that the usually calm and composed man now had a burning obsession in his eyes.

"What I'm addicted to..." Nagato whispered, pressing his forehead against yours, "is the way you look at me even though you know the truth."

The orange-haired youth stepped out of the shadows, each step carrying suppressed anger. His gaze swept over your slightly swollen lips, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Does this mean I'm very dissatisfied?" Yahiko sat down on your other side, his voice terrifyingly soft.

"I'm just unhappy that you didn't come sooner."

"If you weren't satisfied, why didn't you come sooner?" Yahiko repeated your words, a half-smile playing on his lips.

His fingertips slowly caressed your lips, as if trying to completely erase any trace that wasn't his. "That sounds like you're waiting for me."

Nagato snorted coldly from your other side, a hint of displeasure flashing in his Rinnegan. "Yahiko, this is none of your business."

You chuckled softly, then leaned back deliberately. "How could he not be involved? Yahiko is my favorite companion."

Yahiko's eyes darkened. He suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of your head, pulling you closer. "Your favorite?" His breath brushed against your nose, carrying a dangerous temperature. "Then prove it to me."

Nagato's fingers clenched instantly, and several fine cracks silently appeared in the ground. His Rinnegan gleamed with an eerie light in the shadows. "Enough is enough, Yahiko."

"It seems I came at the wrong time."

Those amber eyes were fixed on Yahiko's hand as he touched you.

Instead of letting go, Yahiko tightened his grip on the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. "It's definitely not the right time." He smiled brightly, but a dark undercurrent surged in his eyes. "We're at a crucial juncture."

You let Yahiko do as he pleased, but your dark eyes turned to Sasori.

Scorpion's crimson amber had somehow already wrapped around your waist. "So, Tanuki likes multiple people?"

His voice carried a morbid pleasure, and his pale fingers gently plucked the puppet strings, letting Hiruko's tail ambiguously brush against your waist.

"Cough—!" You were choked by these sudden, outrageous words. You had imagined countless ways they would go crazy, but you never expected them to be so... blunt.

Nagato suddenly chuckled, a dangerous glint of interest in his Rinnegan. "I think this suggestion is acceptable." His tone carried the composure and sarcasm unique to those in a superior position.

Yahiko's fists clenched at his sides, making a cracking sound, but the next second, he suddenly picked you up horizontally and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist.

“Compared to you…” He lowered his head and gently bit your earlobe, declaring under their suddenly cold gazes, “I think Tanuki will choose me.”

Your fingertips touched Yahiko's chest, but he pressed them even harder against his heart. Through the fabric, you could feel his heart pounding wildly, a stark contrast to his seemingly composed demeanor.

"Stop arguing..." you finally said, your voice unusually weary, "I'm tired."

The night rain wove a hazy veil outside the corridor window, and the echo of Scorpion's words, "Need a warm bed?" still seemed to linger in your ears. You had finally left those three lunatics behind for the time being.

But as you turn the corner of the corridor, your steps suddenly stop.

Uchiha Itachi is quietly leaning against your door, his slender hand holding a string of cooled tricolor dumplings. The glutinous rice dumplings have lost their freshly baked luster, and the syrup they are coated with has solidified into an amber shell.

(How long did he wait?)

You narrowed your eyes slightly, a complex emotion flashing in your Kaleidoscope Sharingan, but you deliberately ignored it and reached out to swipe your card to open the door.

Just as the electronic lock beeped, Itachi suddenly raised his hand to brace himself against the door frame. His sleeve brushed against her cheek, carrying a faint coolness.

"What are you trying to do now?" You tilted your head, your black hair slipping down your shoulder.

Itachi didn't answer, but simply held the skewer of dumplings to your lips.

The bamboo skewer, stuck to the syrup, was slightly wrinkled, clearly having been held for a long time.

In the dim light, his dark eyes were unfathomable, yet his fingertips remained stubbornly still.

(It's ridiculously stubborn.)

You sighed, forced a bite, and the cooled glutinous rice left a subtle astringent taste between your teeth. The sound of the sugar shell cracking was particularly clear in the quiet corridor.

Itachi suddenly leaned down, his lips as cold as night dew, but his tongue, hot as fire, pried open your teeth and snatched away half a dumpling.

"You...!" You leaned back abruptly, but Itachi took the opportunity to push the remaining half of the dumpling into your mouth. The cloyingly sweet taste exploded on your tongue, silencing all your unfinished protests.

When you finally broke free, the rice ball on the bamboo skewer was empty. Furious, you threw the skewer on the ground, the sugar coating shattering into sparkling dust. "Are you crazy?"

Itachi's lips curled up slightly. He raised his hand to wipe away the sugar stains from the corner of your lips, his fingertips brushing against your lower lip in an ambiguous way as he left. "Sweet."

This simple comment made your ears burn. You watched Itachi turn and leave, his black Akatsuki robes blending into the night at the end of the corridor, and you clenched your fists in anger.

(How come... they're all getting more and more abnormal!)

Chapter 161 Rebellion

The dream space suddenly distorted, and your toes touched a void of black water.

As the water rippled, three identical eyes reflected each other, conveying madness, indifference, and turmoil.

"You expressionless Nagi, can't you learn from her!" Showa's collar was wide open, revealing a strange Hannya tattoo on her collarbone. "We're both the same person, so why is her charm so great!"

The other version of herself didn't even lift her eyelids. She sat cross-legged on the water, surrounded by black Seeking Truth Orbs, with frost clinging to the ends of her hair.

She only slightly raised her eyes when your ripples drew near; the patterns in the kaleidoscope were older than yours.

"Nagi's here again~" Showa instantly appeared beside you, his blood-stained arm affectionately encircling your shoulder. "I didn't expect you to be so charming~"

Your lips twitched. "Stop making sarcastic remarks..." You slapped away Showa's mischievous hand. "They're driving me crazy!"

"That's easy~ Since they all like you, just take them all!" Showa's tongue licked your earlobe, "The Akatsuki's bed... should be big enough?"

"Who wants to listen to you!" You stomped your foot angrily, causing ripples to spread across the dreamlike ground, and turned to your reflection in the water mirror. "I want to hear what the expressionless Nagi has to say!"

"Tsk!" Showa curled her lip in dissatisfaction. "Do you believe this girl thinks the same way I do? She's even crazier than me~"

"I don't believe it!" You were about to retort when you heard a very soft voice—

Uchiha Nagi finally raised her eyes, her dark pupils reflecting your shocked face.

This brief affirmation struck like a muffled thunderclap, making you stagger back two steps. "Are you two... trying to cause me trouble?!"

The chains clanged crisply. Uchiha Nagi shook her head slightly, a rare flicker of emotion appearing on her pale face. Showa, on the other hand, shrugged exaggeratedly, his kimono sleeve slipping down to reveal his arm covered in incantations.

Showa pressed his index finger against her forehead. "Have they affected your plans?" You shook your head instinctively.

"Does it affect your strength?" Showa's fingers slid down to your heart, and you continued to shake your head.

"Do you feel disgusted?" This time it was Uchiha Nagi who spoke, her voice as cold as the wind on a snowy plain. You opened your mouth, but ultimately shook your head honestly.

"That makes sense!" Showa exclaimed, startling countless waterbird-shaped chakra clusters. "Nothing was affected, what are you worried about?"

"I just feel..."

"You think he's fickle?" Showa's golden eyes suddenly turned a blood-red like a demon's. "None of the reincarnations of Hannya are faithful!"

Suddenly, a huge wave erupted on the water's surface, and Nagi Uchiha's Truth-Seeking Ball blasted Showa away in an instant, the black rod piercing her throat as she was about to continue speaking.

You stared in shock at your indifferent self who suddenly erupted, "What do you mean there's no one who's faithful? What about her?" You pointed at Uchiha Nagi, your voice trembling.

Showa grinned from the pool of blood, "You expect the Left Prime Minister of Hannya to fall in love? It's all because of the reincarnation contract...!"

The pitch-black Truth-Seeking Ball suddenly swallowed up Showa's remaining words. Uchiha Nagi stood in the center, showing you an almost gentle expression for the first time, "Do as you please, at least you won't suffer like I did."

The reincarnation of Prajna never understood what love or devotion was.

The dream shatters abruptly, and you spring up from the bed, your robe soaked with cold sweat.

“I see…” you suddenly chuckled. “Then… as you wish.”

As your dark eyes move, the kaleidoscope pattern slowly transforms into the shape of a prajna eye.

“From today onwards…” your voice echoed three times, “do as I say.”

Descending slowly down the spiral staircase, the hem of her black robe swept across the steps, each step feeling like it was stepping on the tense nerves of everyone present.

It was still that aloof face, but the slightly upturned corners of her eyes inexplicably carried a dangerous allure.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Your voice was a few decibels lower than usual, with a hint of lazy laughter.

Deidara practically jumped up from his chair immediately. "You wicked woman! When did we—"

His words came to an abrupt halt, because the instant he stood up, your gaze swept over him, and that look sent a shiver down Deidara's spine—not of fear, but of a thrilling sense of being seen through.

"Wait a moment, I'm going to find someone." You left these words behind and your figure disappeared from the spot.

Shisui almost subconsciously narrowed his eyes. You are almost evenly matched with him in terms of speed, which is your weakest point, but now... he can no longer sense your actual strength.

"Where did she go? Hmm!" Deidara grumbled, his fingers unconsciously kneading the clay.

Sasori's puppet fingers trembled slightly. "Her chakra flow has changed."

Itachi and Shisui exchanged a glance, both seeing the same doubt and wariness in each other's eyes.

Inside the conference room of the Mizukage Building in Kirigakure, Mei Terumi was idly twirling her pen. The fifth report on the border patrol was making her drowsy, and her emerald eyes casually glanced out the window.

Tempered glass suddenly shattered into thousands of fragments, and a dark figure stood against the light. When the rain of shards fell, your figure clearly emerged.

Chaos erupted in the conference room as the executives panicked and knocked over tables and chairs, while only Mei Terumi slowly straightened up.

Without batting an eye, she adjusted the hem of her skirt to its most elegant curve, and her red lips curved into a perfect smile. "What a delightful surprise to see you here~"

“Come with me.” You extend your hand to her, your voice carrying an undeniable air of authority, “It’s mandatory.”

Mei Terumi's pupils dilated slightly, her body reacting before her reason. When she came to her senses, her hand was already on that pale palm.

The cool scent of mint suddenly approached, and the next second, the world spun around her as she was lifted up in a hug. The scenery of Kirigakure rushed past her, and in the gust of wind, she heard your heartbeat, so steady it was unsettling.

"Tanuki~ Where are you taking me?" Mei Terumi wrapped her arms around your neck, her voice filled with undisguised excitement.

She had never so readily abandoned her duties, but at this moment, all she wanted was to follow this dangerous girl anywhere.

"Go to Amegakure." As you answered, your eyes met hers. Compared to the look Mei Terumi had given you before, this time your eyes seemed to carry a hint of malice, a malice that was even more deadly, as if it had struck her heart.

How could a woman be so cool? Mei Terumi's heart pounded and her cheeks burned.