Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

"If you don't mind, how about we soak in the hot springs together?" This seemingly polite inquiry was actually an order that could not be refused.

Stepping into the hot spring, the scalding water washes over your ankles and knees, finally stopping at your collarbone, the rising steam blurring your face.

At this moment, you almost wish the water were hotter so you could drown in its warmth and escape all the chaos.

"Was the mission successful?" Shisui's voice came from the other end of the mist, as gentle as an ordinary greeting.

"It's alright," you replied briefly, your fingers unconsciously stirring the water's surface, creating ripples.

Suddenly, the sound of water arose, and still water approached you. You didn't move, but all your muscles were tense, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

Surprisingly, Shisui stopped at just the right distance, neither too offensive nor too intrusive, yet enough to make you clearly feel his presence.

"Is Konoha... still the same as I remember?"

Leaning back against the poolside, creating some distance, you gave a vague answer: "Things have changed a lot."

"Could you please help me scrub my back, Master Tanuki?"

The wooden spoon he handed me was filled with warm water, and the water droplets that had formed on his eyelashes dripped onto the back of my hand.

You remember Shisui, who always smiled at you at the end of the training field, who would say "Be careful" when he blocked a shuriken for you, so your fingertips didn't tremble when you took the towel.

But the moment the fabric touches his back, your pupils suddenly contract.

Dozens of fresh bloodstains snaked across his pale skin, the deepest one running down his spine and disappearing into the water, like the mark of being repeatedly scratched by some kind of raptor.

Before you could speak, Shisui suddenly grabbed your wrist, her warm breath brushing against your earlobe. "Why aren't you asking anymore?"

The water suddenly rippled violently. As you were pressed against the edge of the pool, you saw Shisui's usually gentle eyes shrouded in shadow, yet a familiar smile still lingered on her lips.

"You said you loved my gentle warmth the most..." Zhi Shui suddenly took your earlobe into his mouth, his canine teeth gently rubbing against it. "Then why..." His hand submerged in the water, gripping your waist. "To give others the chance to touch you?"

Shisui licked away the water droplets that had slid down your neck. "Yahiko and the others were arguing down the mountain, and I tampered with Tobi's Kamui..." His fingers slid down your spine, circling around your lower back. "No one will bother us tonight."

You gently stroke the back of Zhishui's neck with your fingertips. The skin there is warm and moist, with a slight shiver. You chuckle softly, then suddenly wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer.

"Great, I've been waiting to spend some time alone with you."

Your voice was as light as a feather brushing past my ear, yet it made Zhi Shui's breath catch in his throat.

The next second, your lips touch his, and your tongue deftly pries open his teeth.

Shizuku's pupils contracted sharply, and his fingers instinctively tightened around your waist. The hot spring water rippled between their pressed bodies.

The two people's reflections intertwined and shattered on the water's surface, only to reassemble with the ripples, like some kind of hidden metaphor.

"What are you doing..." Shisui held you tighter, deepening the kiss until both of them were almost out of breath before pulling away, panting. "How many times have you kissed me?" His thumb pressed heavily against your swollen lower lip. "Or have you been with them all?"

Even with such intense emotions, he still pressed for answers, almost making you laugh out loud. This is Uchiha Shisui, a gentle exterior concealing a morbid obsession.

You tilted your head deliberately, and water droplets dripped from the ends of your hair, forming a thin stream at your collarbone.

"It was our first time." You blinked, tiny water droplets clinging to your long eyelashes, sparkling like shattered diamonds in the light.

These words were like a double-edged sword; they both soothed Zhi Shui's restless jealousy and stung his heart.

You only said it was your first time with him, but didn't say whether it was your first time or not. Shisui's fingers unconsciously tightened and pinched your waist.

"It hurts," you whispered, but with a clear smile on your face.

Instead of breaking free, you pressed yourself even closer to the still water, causing your bodies to fit together perfectly in the water.

I could clearly feel the accelerated heartbeat in the still water, and the gradually increasing heat in a certain spot underwater.

“You’re always like this…” Shisui’s voice was low and almost dangerous, “telling the truth, but not the whole truth.” His fingers ran through your hair, forcing you to tilt your head back. “You know what? Sometimes I really want to…”

"What do you really want?" You met his gaze defiantly, your thin lips even redder from the kiss just now.

Zhi Shui suddenly laughed, a smile so handsome it was breathtaking, yet carrying a chilling tenderness. "I really want to lock you up," he whispered, his fingers slowly sliding down, "so you'll only have me to look at."

The water surface suddenly swayed violently, and the still water abruptly pushed you to the edge of the pool, the icy coldness of the rocks seeping through your back.

Your breathing finally became erratic. You have to admit that Shisui at this moment is dangerously terrifying, yet sexy enough to make you fall for her.

“Sometimes I feel that you are more suited to the code name ‘Tanuki’ than I am.” Your fingernail lightly scraped his chin. “You’re so good at disguising yourself, so… cunning.”

Shisui grabbed your mischievous hand. "Likewise." His lips pressed against your wrist pulse, feeling the rapid beating beneath your skin. "My... Tanuki-sama."

The way he uttered that term carried an unspoken ambiguity and possessiveness.

You suddenly flip over forcefully, and the two of you instantly switch positions. Now you are pressing Shizuku against the edge of the pool, splashing water and wetting the raccoon mask on the rock.

"Shh..." You pressed your index finger to Shisui's lips, a sly glint in your eyes. "Don't speak." You leaned down, this time kissing her even more deeply, as if trying to completely devour Shisui's reason.

He knows you're toying with him, he knows you might have said the same things or done the same things to others, but at this moment, he chooses to succumb to this gentle trap.

The water gradually calmed down, and the reflections of the two people became clear again. Shisui gazed at your face, which was so close to hers.

“At least for now,” he sighed, resting his forehead on your shoulder, “you are mine.”

You didn't respond, but simply ran your fingers through your soaked black hair.

The corridors of Amegakure are always damp and cold; when I walked through wearing Shisui's coat, the hem was still dripping water.

The white robe, clearly a size too big, hung loosely on your shoulders, with faint red marks on your collarbone visible at the neckline.

As you round the last corner, you pause slightly. A slender figure stands quietly beneath the cherry blossom tree, with long black hair and a tall, graceful frame. Even from behind, you can easily recognize who it is.

"Good evening, I'm Yidaqi." You casually raised your hand to greet him, water droplets sliding down your wet hair and spreading deeper watermarks on your still coat.

"Shisui's clothes?" Itachi's voice was calm to the point of indifference, but you could feel the undercurrent surging beneath that calm.

"Hmm, I'll borrow it to wear." You adjusted your collar and stepped past Itachi, but just as you were about to pass each other, a strong hand grabbed your wrist.

Itachi's fingers were icy cold, yet incredibly strong. You could feel the slight trembling at his fingertips, proof that he was desperately suppressing his emotions.

"What were you doing just now?" Itachi's voice was deep, carrying a hint of danger you had never heard before.

You deliberately moved closer to Itachi, close enough to smell his faint, cool scent. "It's nothing," you said in a low voice, with a mischievous pleasure, "just a bath together."

Before you could even see Itachi's movements, you were suddenly hoisted onto his shoulder.

"Uchiha Itachi!" She struggled to pry his hands off her waist, but the next second she fell into the world of blood moon.

Countless crows circled in the Tsukuyomi space, each one repeating the image of Shisui draping a coat over you.

When you regain consciousness, you've already been thrown into a bathtub filled with hot water.

Amidst the splashing water, Itachi pressed down on your leg as you tried to get up with one knee. His slender fingers slowly untied his headband, and water droplets slid down his pale jawline, hitting your collarbone with scalding heat.

"You've gone crazy again!" You raise your foot to kick him, but he grabs your ankle and drags you back into the depths of the bathtub.

"I'm the one who's gone mad," he whispered, his voice hoarse as if squeezed from the depths of his chest. His slender fingers were already on the sash of his robe, the dark red cloud patterns gleaming eerily in the moonlight.

"Can you calm down?" You tried to shrink back, but the bathtub was only so big, and your back was already pressed against the cold porcelain wall.

Itachi did not answer. His Akatsuki robe slipped off his shoulders and piled up at his feet like a pool of solidified darkness. His physique was more robust than he had imagined, with smooth, unexaggerated muscle lines.

"What are you looking at?" Itachi stepped into the water, the surface rippled slightly with his movement, and the reflected light danced on the rock wall.

You forced yourself to look away. "It's nothing," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. "It's just...you don't usually act like this."

"What?" Itachi approached step by step, his figure appearing and disappearing in the mist amidst the rippling water, as unreal as a ghost.

"Wait, let's talk—" You didn't finish your sentence.

The eagle cupped your face in its hands, then unexpectedly lowered its head and kissed you.

The kiss came suddenly and fiercely. Itachi's lips were so hot they felt like they were going to melt you. You instinctively opened your mouth to protest, but that gave Itachi the perfect opportunity.

Your tongue is sucked until it goes numb, your breath is completely taken away, and you try to push away the weasel's chest, but your palms only touch a patch of burning skin and a rapidly beating heart beneath the strong muscles.

Amidst the splashing water, Itachi pulls you onto his lap, a position that makes you half a head taller than him, forcing you to look down at him.

"You're trembling." The ferret's hand gently stroked your bare back, sliding up and down slowly, as if soothing a frightened animal.

Itachi's body was pressed tightly against you, every line was incredibly clear, especially... you tried to move your body to create some distance, but Itachi pressed down on your thigh.

"Don't move." Itachi's voice was incredibly hoarse, a glint of wildness you'd never seen before flashing in his eyes. "Unless you want to..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning couldn't be clearer.

Itachi finally raised his head, his black eyes unfathomable. A drop of water clung to his eyelashes, dripping down with each blink, sliding over the bridge of his high nose, and finally lingering at the corner of his lips.

You reach out to wipe away the water droplet as if possessed, but he grabs your wrist and pushes it back into the water.

"I thought...you were always calm and composed." Your fingertips traced the scar on Itachi's chest. "So you can lose control too."

Itachi's breath hitched, and he tightened his arms around your waist. "Only you." His lips were almost touching your earlobe. "Only you can make me like this."

"When do you plan to let me go?" Your voice carried a deliberate air of helplessness.

Itachi didn't answer immediately, but instead gently rested his chin on your collarbone. This intimate gesture sent a shiver down your spine, and you could feel Itachi's warm breath on your skin, sending a slight shiver through you.

"Stay here tonight." Itachi's voice was deep, carrying an air of unyielding authority.

"No!" you blurted out almost immediately.

Perhaps because of his decisive refusal, Itachi's eyes immediately turned dangerous. He straightened up slightly, and his black eyes gleamed with a chilling light in the shadows.

His aura suddenly turned cold, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees.

"What I mean is, organizations have their own rules."

Itachi's expression subtly changed before finally calming down.

He reached out and tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingertips brushing against your earlobe, seemingly unintentionally.

"You can leave if you kiss me first," he whispered, his voice carrying a seductive quality you'd never heard before.

You never expected Itachi to make such a request, and even more unexpectedly, your heart would completely lose control because of those words.

"When...did you start getting into this kind of thing?" You tried to cover up your panic with a joke, but the trembling in your voice betrayed you.

Itachi didn't answer, but simply stared at you with his unfathomable eyes, awaiting your choice.

Chapter 172 The Prophecy of the Three Wishes

You take a deep breath, and just as your lips are about to touch Itachi's, there is a knock on the door.

"Mr. Itachi? Are you asleep?" Kisame Hoshigaki's voice came through the door.

You both froze at the same time. Itachi's reaction was astonishingly fast. He picked you up in one swift motion and tucked you into the blankets, covering you completely with them.

You suddenly feel a darkness before your eyes, and your whole body is enveloped by Itachi's aura, which inexplicably makes you feel at ease.

"Not yet." Itachi's voice returned to its usual calm, completely devoid of the ambiguity from a moment ago. "Is there something you need?"

Kisame, standing outside the door, seemed to hesitate for a moment. "I made some grilled squid... I'd like you to try it."

Itachi glanced back at the bulge on the bed and sighed almost imperceptibly, "Next time, it's too late now."

"Oh," Kisame's voice was clearly disappointed, but he quickly perked up again, "Then goodnight, Itachi-san!"

The footsteps faded into the distance. You peeked out from under the covers, your cheeks flushed from holding your breath. "Forget your friends for a pretty face? What a great partner," you said with a mischievous grin, deliberately drawing out the words.

Itachi reached out and pinched your chin. "Continue?" he asked in a low voice, his tone dangerously seductive.

You can feel your heart pounding like crazy. Itachi's fingers are calloused, and the rough texture makes your lips tingle slightly.

You should refuse, you should leave this increasingly dangerous situation immediately, but some strange impulse makes you gently suck on the ferret's thumb.

Itachi's pupils suddenly contracted, and the next second, you felt dizzy as your back pressed against the soft bed again, with Itachi's tall figure looming above you.

"That's too much." Itachi's voice was hoarse beyond belief.

You reach out and touch his cheek, your fingertips tracing his sharp features. "Who made that request first?"

The itch paused midway through the kiss, as if confirming the flow of your chakra.

How ridiculous! Eyes that can see through Tsukuyomi are now using their eye techniques to precisely control the depth and duration of this kiss.

The shrines of the Land of Rain are bathed in twilight, and the branches of the century-old cherry trees are covered with wishing plaques wrapped in red ropes, which rustle in the wind, like the whispers of gods listening to the whispers of mortals.

"I heard the wishing plaques here are the most effective," Xiao Nan said softly, the paper flower in her hand trembling slightly in the night breeze. "Each person can only ask for one."

You stand on the stone steps at the entrance of the shrine, a corner of your black robe with red clouds fluttering in the mountain wind. You look up at the bronze wind chimes hanging from the eaves of the main hall, your expression behind the mask inscrutable.

Behind you, members of the Akatsuki were gathered in twos and threes, with Yahiko and Nagato discussing in hushed tones the details of the succession ceremony three days later.

"Lord Tanuki seems quite greedy!" Kakuzu narrowed his eyes, looking at the three blank wishing plaques in your hand, his hoarse voice filled with sarcasm.

You didn't answer, but simply knelt quietly in front of the low table.

Dipping the brush in ink, the tip trembled slightly as it hovered above the wooden sign, and ink dripped down, casting a small shadow on the characters "homecoming".