Shisui Felt Hurt

"Oh, you're talking about that? Of course! Mom likes girls so much, won't the house be more lively after you all get married? Hahaha."

In the quiet room, Koki's words floated down like the last yellow leaf of late autumn, dancing slowly in the silent air.

As for Shisui, his world seemed to freeze along with Koki's words.

Suddenly, Shisui raised his head, his gaze fixed on Koki's lips as they opened and closed. His body trembled involuntarily, as if struck by an invisible force.

That subtle yet profound pain and sorrow, like a thousand needles pricking his heart, instantly gripped him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Koki's words were like a sharp knife, mercilessly cutting into Shisui's fragile heartstrings.

Koki...

Shisui stared intently at Koki, who stood at the door, her eyes flashing with anger and... a deep sense of grievance.

His vision blurred, as if shrouded in a thin mist, and everything around him became indistinct.

His thoughts became chaotic, like a sea ravaged by a raging storm, unable to find peace.

This was the person he cherished most. Shisui couldn't understand why Koki would say such hurtful things to him.

He only wished to be able to stay by Koki's side forever, that they could always be together, and asked for nothing more.

Will even these simplest of wishes become unattainable luxuries in the future?

Shisui lowered his eyes sadly, biting his lip tightly, trying hard not to make a sound.

"Shisui, are you alright?" Koki asked worriedly, looking at Shisui's pale face and tightly biting her lip.

He felt something was off about Shisui today; what could it be?

Shisui chose to remain silent.

Koki's gaze was fixed on Shisui's pale and fragile face. Seeing Shisui like this, he felt very sad and wanted to rush over to comfort Shisui.

"Brother, don't go over there, I feel unwell, let's go outside, okay?" Itachi sensed his brother's wavering, and he hugged Koki tightly, unwilling to let him leave.

Itachi didn't want to waste this rare opportunity to be alone with his brother.

Itachi's power wasn't enough to truly stop Koki, but he still stopped in his tracks.

"Brother, don't go over there." Itachi's voice trembled but was firm, and his hands clung tightly to Koki's shoulders.

"This..." Koki stood there, a hint of struggle flashing in her eyes. On one side was her most beloved younger brother, and on the other was her best friend. Koki was truly torn between the two.

"Koki, you guys go out first." Shisui forced a smile, her voice carrying a hint of pleading.

He saw Koki's hesitation and felt a pang of sorrow in his heart. He knew that he could never compare to Itachi's place in Koki's heart, and the bitterness in his heart was indescribable.

Since that's the case, it's better to let Koki leave. Besides, he also needs some time to sort out his out-of-control emotions.

"Alright then, let's go out first." Koki hesitated for a moment, then finally made her decision, turning to walk towards the door. "Shisui, if anything's wrong, you can tell me. Don't suffer alone."

"Okay." Shisui watched Koki's departing figure, her murmured words fading into the air, her voice barely audible.

He's really gone...

What a resolute figure from behind...

Only after Koki's figure disappeared did Shisui stand up and gently close the door.

He felt a wave of weakness wash over him, as if all his strength had been drained away.

He slumped onto the sofa, closed his eyes, and took deep breaths, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart.

My eyes welled up with tears, which swirled in my eyes before finally sliding down my cheeks.

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became oppressive, filled with a heavy, somber mood. An invisible sadness, like a thick fog, enveloped every inch of the space, and even the air seemed to freeze.

Then, a faint, intermittent sobbing sound slowly arose, the sound filled with grievance, as if a broken heart was crying silently.

Subtle and intermittent, like a wounded young animal, aggrieved and helpless.

Bathed in the glow of the sunset, the shadows of the long corridor cast a warm and soft orange-red hue on the two brothers' figures, like the most moving stroke in a painter's brush.

They stood side by side, one tall and one short, their close bond evident.

Itachi sat slightly forward, swinging his legs gently, his face beaming with joy. "Nii-san, can you stay with me like this again next time?"

Itachi's voice carried a hint of nervousness, yet was also full of anticipation.

For him, his brother's companionship was as warm as sunshine.

This joy and preciousness were too intense for him, making him both happy and afraid. Therefore, he eagerly hoped that his brother could give him a promise for the next time.

Koki turned her head and looked into her younger brother's expectant eyes, her heart softening.

He gently stroked his younger brother's soft hair, his eyes filled with affection, a tender smile playing on his lips. "Of course, I'll spend time with you whenever I have the chance."

In less than a year, Koki will enter the Ninja Academy and shoulder more responsibilities.

But before that, he still wanted to spend as much time as possible with his younger brother and share every precious moment with him.

Upon hearing his brother's promise, Itachi's eyes immediately lit up.

He flashed that innocent and adorable smile, then held up his little finger, "Let's pinky swear!"

Looking at her younger brother's innocent smile and expectant eyes, Koki felt a warm current well up in her heart.

He smiled gently, reached out, and lightly hooked Itachi's little finger around it, then pressed down hard on his finger.

"Pinky promise, a hundred years from now!" the two said in unison, then burst into laughter, as if their laughter could infect the whole world.

At that moment, they seemed to forget all their troubles and worries, leaving only each other's company and laughter.

As the Natsuhi draws to a close, the setting sun, like a painter splashing golden light, paints the sky into a magnificent sunset painting.

As night slowly falls, the sky changes from bright to dark, but the breeze remains strong, gently brushing against the cheeks, dispelling the daytime heat and bringing a touch of coolness.

The surrounding scenery took on a hazy, dreamlike quality as the twilight deepened, as if shrouded in a light veil, appearing and disappearing indistinctly.

The distant buildings are outlined with a firm silhouette in the afterglow of the setting sun, while the nearby trees sway gracefully in the breeze, the rustling of leaves like Natsuhi whisper, telling endless stories.

The air is filled with the fresh scents of grass and flowers, which blend together to create the unique atmosphere of Natsuhi that is intoxicating.