Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

"Itachi, give me your chance to ride the Ferris wheel with that wicked girl." Deidara cut to the chase, arms crossed, chin slightly raised, trying to overwhelm the other with his presence.

His voice was slightly shrill due to his urgency, like a taut string.

Itachi walked leisurely to the chair and sat down. His slender fingers gently picked up the open book and continued reading. His movements were elegant and composed, as if Deidara were just an insignificant breeze.

"Impossible, this is the result of a draw." Itachi answered without looking up, his voice as calm as a winter lake, yet like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the flame of hope in Deidara's heart.

"You!" Deidara was furious, his cheeks flushed red, and veins bulging on his forehead. He strode up to Itachi, his finger almost poking the other's high nose.

"Can't you just make an exception!" His fingertips trembled slightly with excitement, his voice carrying a mixture of pleading and threat.

Itachi gently put down the book, the pages rustling softly as they rubbed together. He slowly raised his head, a glint of something unfathomable flashing in his crimson Sharingan eyes.

"This is a fair decision, and you should abide by it." Itachi's voice remained calm, but every word was like a block of ice, chilling to the bone.

His gaze held an unwavering determination, the kind of authority that only a seasoned veteran possesses.

Deidara felt a wave of helplessness wash over him. He knew Itachi was telling the truth; the lottery was indeed the fairest way, but emotionally, he simply couldn't accept the result.

He wanted to tell Itachi that his feelings for him were stronger than anyone else's.

"You don't like these childish activities at all! Huh!" Deidara slammed his hand on the book. "Why did you steal mine—"

"Yours?" Itachi finally looked up, the three tomoe slowly rotating, reflecting Deidara's twisted expression. "Who does she belong to?"

Deidara's breathing became heavy, the clay sack wriggling restlessly at his waist, and when he spoke again, his voice trembled unusually, "At least... at least I dare to say it..."

"Get out." Itachi's chakra pressure caused the curtains to move even without wind. "Don't make me say it a second time."

Deidara deflated like a punctured balloon, his once straight back collapsing instantly.

He turned around dejectedly and dragged his heavy steps toward the door. When he reached the threshold, he turned back for one last look, unwilling to give up. Itachi had already picked up his book again, as if the conversation had never happened.

The light illuminated Deidara's face, which was filled with resentment. He stood in front of your door, his fingertips trembling slightly, as if he had made a decision, or as if he was driven to a dead end by some obsession.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand and knocked on the door, harder than he had expected. The sound of his knuckles striking the wooden door was particularly clear in the quiet corridor.

You happened to be tidying up your ninja tools in your room when you heard a knock on the door. Thinking it was one of your comrades looking for you, you casually replied, "Coming."

The moment the door opened, Deidara's stubborn and unwilling face came into view, and you instinctively wanted to close the door.

I know Deidara too well; once he gets stubborn, there's no reasoning with him.

But Deidara was faster than you. He suddenly reached out and braced himself against the door with such force that you couldn't push it open for a moment. His knuckles turned white, and his fingertips pressed firmly against the door frame, as if he was afraid that you would shut him out in the next second.

"The lottery results are in, and we must abide by them." You frowned slightly, trying to keep your tone calm. Deidara's purpose in coming was nothing more than the Ferris wheel issue, but since everyone agreed to the lottery decision, the rules should be followed.

"I know!" Deidara's voice suddenly rose, as if his long-suppressed emotions had finally found a way out. His blue eyes were filled with resentment and anxiety, like gunpowder that could explode at any moment.

"But the thought of you being alone with someone else makes me anxious!"

The shout was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, instantly exploding in the quiet corridor.

—rustling sounds.

Several faint sounds came from both sides of the corridor, and out of the corner of your eye you noticed that the other doors, which were originally closed, had quietly opened a crack.

A pair of cold, amber eyes peeked out from Sasori's room, while a ghostly green light shone through the crack in Kakuzu's door. Even Hidan poked half his head out.

Your temples are throbbing.

I can almost imagine how this will be spread tomorrow: "Deidara yells at your door late at night, suspected of being rejected after confessing his love."

Without hesitation, you grabbed Deidara's wrist, pulled him into the room, and slammed the door shut, completely blocking out the gossipy eyes outside.

You leaned against the door, rubbed your temples, and complained with a headache, "You always cause me trouble!"

Deidara suddenly fell silent, looking down at the face so close to his.

“You wicked woman.” His voice was hoarse and unlike his own. “I think I’m sick.”

You were stunned. "What?"

“Here.” Deidara grabbed your hand and pressed it against his chest. “My heart has been beating really fast ever since I first saw you. Hmm.” His heart was pounding wildly and rapidly beneath his palm, like a trapped bird.

You tried to pull your hand away, but he pressed it down even harder. Deidara's blond hair gleamed warmly under the lamp, and his eyes held a rare seriousness.

“Seeing you with other people hurts here,” he described awkwardly, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing your wrist, “like being blown apart from the inside by exploding clay.”

"Do you...do you know what you're saying?"

"I don't care about any lottery!" Deidara released your wrist, then cupped your face in his hands. His calloused fingers, honed from years of playing with clay, caressed your cheeks until they burned. "You wicked woman, you can only look at me... huh?"

Chapter 153 Amusement Park (10)

"How about we team up at the water park?"

He suddenly looked up, his blue eyes shining like ignited clay, so brightly that your noses almost collided.

"Really? Don't lie! Hmm!" Deidara grabbed your wrist, his fingertips trembling slightly.

He was so close that you could see a bit of clay powder still clinging to his eyelashes, trembling slightly with his rapid breathing.

"Really." You straightened up and smiled helplessly. "I promise I won't lie to you."

Deidara's lips curled up uncontrollably, and he seemed to be injected with vitality, even the ends of his hair seemed to twitch with joy.

He wanted to say something to express his joy, but in the end he just hummed a tuneless little tune childishly, and his clothes drew a cheerful arc as he turned around.

The moment the door closed, the air in the corridor seemed to freeze.

Deidara's smile froze the moment he saw that familiar figure. Itachi was standing quietly not far away, his long black hair falling over his Akatsuki robe, and his scarlet Sharingan glowing faintly in the dim corridor.

Their eyes met, and Deidara, recalling his earlier humiliation in Itachi's room, let out a cold snort and deliberately bumped into Itachi hard with his shoulder.

Itachi was jolted by the impact, but he only frowned slightly, his gaze thoughtfully following Deidara's figure as he disappeared at the end of the corridor.

After a moment's hesitation, Itachi raised his hand and gently knocked on your door.

"What is it now?" Your impatient voice came through the door, accompanied by hurried footsteps.

The door was flung open, and your face still bore the mark of lingering anger. "I said I wouldn't go back on my word—"

The rest of your words stopped abruptly when you saw who it was. Your pupils dilated slightly, and your lips remained half-open.

Itachi stood against the light at the doorway, his silhouette softened by the corridor lights, yet his aloof and detached aura remained undeniable.

"One against seven?" You don't understand why one or two people came to find you tonight, and you don't understand why your heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Itachi's gaze lingered on your face for a moment before he slowly spoke, "You gave me the chance..." His voice was lower than usual, as if afraid of disturbing something.

"No! Deidara asked me for it and I didn't give it to him." You blurted out almost immediately, only realizing after you finished speaking that your reaction was too hasty.

Itachi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a fleeting emotion seemed to pass through his always unfathomable eyes.

"Hmm." Itachi's response was soft, but a rare smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

That smile was as faint as morning mist, yet it made your heart skip a beat. "See you tonight, Tanuki."

As he turned around, his long black hair brushed against the back of your hand, a touch as soft as a feather.

You stood there, stunned, until Itachi's figure completely disappeared, before belatedly realizing that a thin layer of sweat had seeped into your palms.

The amusement park is illuminated by thousands of lights at night, and the Ferris wheel's huge steel frame outlines a dreamlike silhouette against the night sky.

Colorful light strips flow along the elevator car, decorating each cabin like floating stars.

You stood in twos and threes at the entrance, your black robes with red cloud patterns reflecting the white light under the neon lights.

Deidara stood at the edge of the crowd, his fingers unconsciously kneading the clay in his sleeve. His gaze, like a materialized flame, followed the slender figure intently.

Despite the promise we made to go to the water park, seeing you and Itachi standing together still brings a burning, bittersweet feeling to my chest.

"Tsk." He clicked his tongue impatiently, the clay between his fingers deformed from his kneading.

Itachi seemed to sense something and subtly turned to the side, his wide sleeves blocking Deidara's view. This subtle movement acted like a fuse, igniting Deidara's suppressed anger.

"You bastard—!" The blond boy clenched his fists, his cheeks flushed red with anger, and veins bulged on his forehead. He raised his leg to rush forward, but a strong hand firmly grabbed his wrist.

"Calm down." Zhi Shui's voice rang in my ears, gentle yet with an undeniable force. "This was decided by drawing lots."

Deidara struggled a few times but couldn't break free. In the end, he could only grit his teeth and watch as you and Itachi walked into the cockpit side by side.

The moment the metal door closed, he felt as if he could hear his heart being crushed.

The cabin slowly ascends, the noise on the ground gradually fades away, and you press yourself against the glass window, your pupils reflecting the lights of the entire city.

"What a beautiful night view!" you exclaimed softly, your breath condensing into a small white mist on the glass.

The eagle sits beside you, its gaze flowing gently across your profile like water.

"Hmm, very beautiful..." His voice was deeper than usual, with a slight upward inflection at the end, carrying an almost imperceptible lingering affection.

A subtle silence suddenly fell over the cramped space. Amidst the faint sounds of machinery, you turned your head and found Itachi staring at you. Those Sharingan eyes, which were always unfathomable, were now filled with emotions you couldn't decipher.

"One against seven," you tilted your head, a strand of black hair slipping from your bun and falling beside your cheek. "You usually keep to yourself, is something on your mind?"

Itachi's eyelashes trembled slightly, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes. He lowered his eyes, his voice so soft it was almost drowned out by the mechanical sound, "Some things are better left unsaid."

You unconsciously lean forward, thinking, "Won't you share this with me? Maybe it will make you feel better."

As the Ferris wheel approached its highest point, the city lights came into view. Itachi remained silent for a long time, so long that you would think he wouldn't answer.

Finally, he raised his hand, his fingertips gently brushing the hair behind your ear. "Being able to be alone with you like this is a very precious moment for me."

Suddenly, a spectacular firework exploded outside the cabin, its colorful rays streaming through the glass and onto your faces.

Itachi simply gazed at your face illuminated by the fireworks, silently making a wish that no one else knew.

"Don't you want to make a wish?" Your voice was exceptionally clear in the cramped cockpit.

Itachi's gaze slid from your slightly trembling eyelashes to your pale lips, and his Adam's apple bobbed almost imperceptibly.

He shook his head, his voice so deep it almost blended into the hum of the machinery, "My wish has been fulfilled at this moment."

You tilted your head in confusion. "What do you mean?"

The Ferris wheel continued to rise, swaying slightly. The lights inside the cabins flickered, casting shadows of varying depths on Itachi's sharply defined face.

He didn't answer, but stared at you with his deep eyes, as if there were undercurrents surging in the depths of his pupils.

Your heart trembled under his gaze, your fingers unconsciously tightened around your black robe, you turned your face away, and gave a forced, nonchalant hum, "Fine, don't tell me then."

Suddenly you are pulled into a trembling embrace. Itachi's arms are as strong as iron, but he eases his grip the moment he touches your waist.

His protesting lips were sealed shut; Itachi's kiss was as precise as a shuriken he wielded, instantly breaching all defenses.

Your back is pressed against the cold glass window, while in front of you is a scalding hot male body.

The Mangekyou Sharingan flows in the darkness, etching every emotion you feel into the depths of its eye technique.

Your fingertips dug into Itachi's shoulder blade, and you could feel the taut muscle lines even through his Akatsuki robe.

This usually calm and composed man was now breathing heavily, and his hands, which were holding the back of your head, were sweating.

As you struggle from lack of oxygen, the weasel stepped back slightly, its hoarse voice filled with lust, "Breathe."

The oxygen I was breathing in was filled with the scent of Itachi, a cool, bloody smell, just like him—contradictory and deadly.

The next second, lips and tongues were captured again. Itachi's tongue swept across your sensitive palate, causing a shiver. The collar of your clothes came undone in the entanglement, revealing the bite mark left by Deidara on your collarbone.

"Ugh...!"

The weasel suddenly bit down on the mark, the pain of its canine teeth piercing the skin causing you to involuntarily arch your back. This kiss completely exposed its long-suppressed obsession.

His kissing skills were surprisingly adept, sometimes tenderly caressing, sometimes fiercely conquering, your fingers scratching his back, leaving messy folds on his robe.

You can clearly feel his taut muscle lines, and the gradually awakening, blush-inducing heat of his erection.

As the cockpit reached its zenith, fireworks burst open outside the window, and Itachi finally released you from his grasp, his black hair brushing against your flushed cheeks.

He looked down at your lips, now vibrant and red from the passionate kiss, and let out a restrained gasp.

"I apologize for the offense."

The apology contrasted sharply with his fingers still lingering on your waist.

Your hurried patting of your chest caused your loose clothes to slip completely off your shoulders, revealing large areas of your flushed skin.

Itachi's gaze swept over the marks as if they were tangible, and a deeper undercurrent surged within his Sharingan.

(Not enough.)

(Want more.)

(I want to lock you away somewhere only he knows.)