Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

"Speak." He suddenly grabbed your neck, his grip barely controlling the pressure to the point of suffocation. "What did you say back in the watchtower?"

Memories flood back like a tide—

"Perhaps we were very much in love in our past lives."

I don't think so. They could even be arch-rivals!

"A love-hate relationship sounds pretty good."

"What you said...I agree."

The whimpering in your throat isn't like that...

"Looks like you've remembered." Ban chuckled, releasing his grip and tearing open your collar, his canines biting down hard on your collarbone!

Blood trickled down his fair skin, and Ban slowly licked it away with the tip of his tongue, a twisted satisfaction churning in his eyes. "This is punishment."

He picked you up as you struggled and carried you into the depths of the secret room, where a stone bed covered with black feathers had appeared out of nowhere.

"Ban...you can't...uh!"

You were thrown onto the soft fabric, and the body that immediately covered you was incredibly hot. Ban loosened his belt with one hand, and the rustling sound of the fabric rubbing against each other was amplified infinitely in the silence.

"I gave you a chance." He bit your earlobe, his voice terribly hoarse. "Now, I'm going to make you remember this in the most primal way—"

"To whom do you belong?"

You feel a strong wave of drowsiness wash over you, and in the last moment before you fall into darkness, you see a fleeting, incomprehensible emotion flash in Ban's eyes—like love, like hate, or perhaps both.

Darkness swallowed your consciousness, and in the endless void, you seemed to hear Ban whispering in your ear: "Even if I fall into hell, I will take you with me."

At dawn, Madara wrapped you tightly in a black haori and carried you out of the secret room while you were still asleep.

Uchiha Kaku, who was guarding outside the door, noticed the scratch marks under the clan leader's collar and wisely lowered his head. "All those who knew about this have been dealt with."

"Hmm." Madara looked down at the tired sleeping face of the person in his arms. This time, he would not give him any chance to escape.

Madara Uchiha's footsteps echoed down the corridor, each step like a drumbeat striking your heart.

This Japanese-style room was decorated with exceptional beauty. The tatami mats were covered with silk quilts embroidered with Uchiha clan patterns, and fresh flower arrangements and seasonal tea snacks were always placed on the low table.

If it weren't for the impenetrable barrier outside the door, this place could almost be described as the boudoir of a noblewoman.

"You're not going to eat today either?"

Ban's voice came from the doorway, low and dangerous. You didn't look up, but buried your face deeper into your knees. Ever since you returned from the secret room that day, you have been protesting this imprisonment by going on a hunger strike.

The footsteps drew closer, and you could feel him looking down at me from his elevated position.

"Nagi, don't test my patience."

A cold hand grips your chin, forcing you to look up.

Madara's Sharingan glowed crimson in the dimly lit room, his eyes swirling with emotions you couldn't decipher. His thumb caressed your lips, the movement almost pathologically gentle.

“You’ve lost weight,” he said softly, his fingers sliding down to your pulse. “I hate to see you like this.”

You sneered, "Then let me go."

Ban's eyes suddenly darkened, and he abruptly pulled you up, your back slamming against the wall. The pain made you groan, and his breath sprayed onto your face.

"No, my dear, I want you to stay, to be my wife, and to bear me the heir of the Uchiha clan. I want you to always remember that you belong to me."

The chains rattled, and you turned your face away from his burning gaze. The red marks on your collarbone were from last night. "Uchiha Madara, you think you can restrain me with chains?"

"I can't trap your heart, but I can trap your body." Ban's hand suddenly pressed against the back of your neck, pulling you into his arms.

You could feel his heart pounding violently, like a trapped beast thrashing in his chest.

"Let go!" You suddenly looked up, your forehead hitting Ban's chin, but the pain only made him hold you even tighter.

Their noses almost touched, and as their breaths mingled, you could clearly see the possessiveness surging in Ban's eyes.

Ban's thumb caressed your reddened lips, then suddenly bent down and bit that rosy red spot. Your struggling movements froze, and the salty, fishy taste spread between your teeth.

"Does it hurt?" Ban asked hoarsely as he released you. "The pain you gave me is a thousand times, ten thousand times greater than this."

The air in the sealed room suddenly heated up, and you were pinned against the cold stone wall by Ban, the chains behind you clanging crisply.

Ban's kiss was almost punitive, but it suddenly softened when he touched the sensitive spot behind her ear. "Why... did you leave?" His voice trembled with suppressed emotion.

Keep your eyes closed; your eyelashes cast delicate shadows beneath your eyes. You know exactly what answer Ban is waiting for, but it feels like an invisible hand is gripping your throat, preventing you from uttering any words against your will.

The restraints around your waist suddenly tightened, and his hot palms moved up your spine. "Not going to answer?" He bit your earlobe. "Then I'll make you say it in my own way."

The candlelight suddenly flickered violently, and you were turned around to face the bronze mirror. Looking at the two overlapping figures in the mirror, your cheeks burned uncontrollably.

Madara's lips landed on the back of your neck, his indistinct whisper mingled with your breath, "Look, Nagi... you'll always be mine."

The rattling of the chains mingled with your disordered breathing; your nails dug deep into your palms, and you knew that your struggles were futile.

Just as you should have expected this ending when you severed your bonds five years ago, being completely trapped in a cage called 'love' by Madara Uchiha.

Late at night, you lie exhausted in Ban's arms.

He unusually didn't fall asleep immediately, but instead stroked your hair intermittently.

His voice carried a weariness you hadn't heard in a long time, "Is it really just for forbidden techniques?"

You paused for a moment, then decided to reveal part of the truth: "I saw fragments of the future... Infinite Tsukuyomi is not peace, but an eternal nightmare."

Ban's fingers paused for a moment. "So you betrayed me to save the world? How noble." His words were laced with bitterness.

"I betrayed you to save you." You blurted out those words, and immediately regretted them.

Madara suddenly flipped you over and pinned you down. "I don't need to be saved, Nagi. I need you to stand by my side, just like you promised."

“That was a mistake.” You looked away. “Everything between us was a mistake.”

"Then let's keep making this mistake." His kiss landed, more ferocious than ever before, "until we're both doomed."

Morning light filtered through the half-open paper window, dappling the messy tatami mats.

Scattered clothes, overturned teacups, and broken beaded chains all testify to the madness of last night. A faint smell of blood still lingers in the air, mixed with the scent of sandalwood, ambiguous and sticky.

You are lying on your side, your black hair cascading over your shoulders, and your fair skin covered with red marks, some even bruised.

Ban pressed against you from behind, his hot chest against your spine, his breath hot and damp on the back of your neck, like the satiated breath of some large feline.

"Are you still feeling unwell?" Ban's voice was deep and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of his chest.

You didn't answer, you just stared out the window.

Tree after tree of pink and white blossoms, stirred by the morning breeze, fall softly like a silent snowfall. I watch those petals drift, break, and finally fall into the soil, trampled into a muddy crimson.

"It's none of your business." Your voice was soft, yet it was like a thin blade, precisely piercing the silent gap between the two of you.

Ban's eyes darkened, and his fingers slowly moved upwards, gripping your chin and forcing you to turn your head.

His lips were almost touching your earlobe, his breath hot, but his tone was dangerously chilling, "How could it be unrelated? Every inch of your pain is my doing."

You finally looked at him, your right eye reflecting his handsome yet sinister face in its dark pupil. You twitched your lips into a mocking smile. "Well, you really do have... a twisted sense of humor."

A kind of almost pathological possessiveness surged in Ban's eyes. "Yes."

The pressure on your chin suddenly intensified, and the pain forced you to look at Ban again. His sharply defined face was filled with suppressed anger, and you noticed the veins throbbing on his forehead.

“Now everything you have is related to me, wife.” Ban said the last two words almost through gritted teeth.

"Uchiha Madara! Who gave you permission—"

“I allow myself.” Ban loosened your jaw.

A chill ran down your spine. You should have expected Ban to be ruthless, but you never imagined it would go this far. Now you're a forced wife. How ironic.

“It’s meaningless,” you sneered. “A marriage contract changes nothing.”

Ban suddenly leaned down, so close that their breaths mingled, and you could clearly see the madness and a certain unacknowledged desire flickering in his eyes.

"Then let's see if we can change anything. There's plenty of time to adjust to your new role, my wife."

After saying that, he straightened up and walked towards the door. Just before closing the door, he turned back and said, "I will personally bring dinner. I hope your attitude will improve by then."

The sound of the door closing was particularly jarring in the quiet room. You finally let yourself collapse onto the bed, close your eyes, and take a deep breath. You had to calm down and find a way to escape.

As evening fell, Ban arrived as promised, carrying an exquisite food box. You noticed that he had changed into a dark blue kimono, with the collar slightly open, revealing an old scar on his chest.

"Are you hungry?" Ban placed the food box on the bedside table, gracefully opened the lid, and the aroma immediately filled the air—it was your favorite salmon ochazuke (rice with tea).

You leaned against the headboard, looking at him expressionlessly. "You think you can bribe me with food?"

Ban casually ladled out a small bowl and handed it to you, saying, "Open your mouth."

"I can do it myself." You reached out to take the bowl, but Ban dodged you.

"The shackles aren't long enough for you to feed yourself," Ban said with a hint of amusement. "Unless you're willing to let me remove them?"

You squinted. "What are the conditions?"

A meaningful smile appeared on Ban's lips. "A kiss."

"Then I'll just go hungry." You turned your face away.

Ban sighed, put down the bowl, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of your head, forcing you to turn back.

Their noses almost touched, and you could feel his warm breath on your face.

"Why do you always defy me, Nagi?" Madara's voice rarely betrayed a hint of weariness. "We used to work so well together, didn't we?"

You seized the opportunity and bit his finger hard. Ban was in pain but did not pull his hand away. Instead, he put his finger into your mouth. You immediately released your teeth and turned your head away in disgust.

Ban didn't seem to care and picked up the bowl again. "Now, are you going to eat by yourself, or should I feed you in some other way?"

After a brief standoff, you reluctantly opened your mouth, and Ban contentedly fed you a spoonful of rice with unusually gentle movements. You chewed mechanically, finding it tasteless.

"Is it good?" Ban asked, scooping up another spoonful.

You swallowed your food and said coldly, "Poison might be more palatable than being imprisoned by you."

Ban paused for a moment, a hint of hurt flashing in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it. "Don't worry, I won't poison my own wife."

"What a pity," you replied.

Ban suddenly put down the bowl, braced his hands on either side of your body, trapping you between him and the headboard. His black hair fell down, brushing against your cheeks and causing a slight itch.

“Do you know?” Ban’s voice was low and dangerous, “Every bit of your sharp and sarcastic words only makes me want to conquer you more.”

Chapter 63 - Imprisoned Love (6)

You met his gaze without flinching. "Conquer? You can't even win my heart, how can you talk about conquering me?"

He suddenly lowered his head and kissed your lips.

You immediately struggled, but the shackles restricted your movements. When Ban tried to pry open your jaw, you bit down hard.

The smell of blood lingered between their lips. Ban, wincing in pain, stepped back and wiped the blood from his lips with his finger, revealing a chilling smile.

"It seems you prefer a rougher approach." Ban's voice was hoarse with desire.

Your chest heaved violently, and your lips were still stained with blood. "I hate you."

Ban leaned closer again, "Hate is the emotion closest to love, my dear lady."

The warm breath brushed against your ear, and you couldn't help but tremble.

Ban keenly sensed your reaction. "Your body is much more honest than your mouth," he said, his voice filled with the joy of victory.

You were filled with shame and anger, and you suddenly rammed your forehead into Ban's nose. Ban leaned back in time to avoid it, but lost his balance and fell off the bed.

He sat on the floor and unexpectedly burst into laughter.

“That’s it, that’s the Uchiha Nagi I know.” Madara stood up. “I will enjoy every moment of taming you.”

His voice was so gentle it was almost terrifying, like a knife wrapped in silk.

You gripped the corner of the blanket tightly, clearly feeling Ban's body temperature, his heartbeat, and even the almost obsessive possessiveness flowing in his blood.

Like chains, like a curse, like the innate, insane love of the Uchiha clan.

Ban's palm covered your lower abdomen, which was flat and soft, yet seemed to bear his mark.

“Here…” his voice was low and hoarse, “we will have children sooner or later.”

It is not an inquiry, nor a plea, but a declaration.

Madara straightened his kimono and walked towards the door. "Think carefully: whether to continue the futile resistance or accept reality and become the wife of the Uchiha clan leader."