Naruto: The Beautiful Uchiha is Actually Me?

Chapter 153 The Dream Finally Ends?

Yan Yi's tears kept falling, and had even soaked a large area of ​​the bed sheet in front of her.

Just now, Itama had finally calmed down a bit, but now she's starting to struggle again, crying, and refusing to wake up. Seeing Itama's trembling, pained state, Yan felt as if her heart had shattered into a million pieces.

"Banban, can you hear me? Please wake up..."

Yan Yi's Sharingan was exposed, glistening with tears welling up in his eyes.

The three black tomoe circled the pupils on their own, but Yan Yi would rather not have these eyes than let Itama get injured and fall into a coma!

"Board...board..." Yan Yi kept muttering, hoping to wake up the board.

......

In the cell, Banjian clearly remembered the scenes of living together with Yan Yi in Konoha Village, the embarrassment of confessing his feelings to Yan Yi, and the emotion and tears when Yan Yi chose him later.

"Was it all... just a dream? No... it can't be..."

Itama sobbed, unable to believe that such vivid memories could be a dream, yet everything before him felt so real...

The shackles on my wrists and ankles were so cold and heavy, and the stone bed was just as hard and cold... The moonlight outside the window was also... desolate and weak, and there wasn't even a sound around.

tinnitus...

The tinnitus caused by the excessive quiet was constantly eroding Itama's sanity. He wished he was dreaming and wanted to wake up from this nightmare as soon as possible.

Just as Itama was huddled on the bed, burying his face in his hands and filled with despair, the cell door suddenly rang...

Kaka-

The sound of chains scraping against the door startled Muka, who immediately turned her gaze towards the doorway. Was it Yan Yi? Had Yan Yi come to see her?

Unfortunately, the person who came was an Uchiha ninja I had never seen before, and he walked up to me.

The board shrank back in fear, but there was a wall behind him, leaving him nowhere to hide or escape.

"Senju Itama..."

The man spoke, his tone as cold as a snowy winter day, mechanically saying, "You will be formally sentenced to death tomorrow at noon, understand?"

The man finished reading and left, leaving Banjian alone in the cold, dark cell.

"Death...death penalty?"

Itama stared wide-eyed, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief.

How could this happen? Didn't Yan Yi say he would let me live well and protect me?

"Waaaaah..."

The pain in his chest was so intense that he could hardly breathe, and the despair of facing death overwhelmed him.

This part of my memory has never appeared before! Why... why is this happening? In this extremely vivid dream, Itama began to doubt whether this was the real reality.

Am I finally going to die?

Although he tried to face death with equanimity, he still couldn't truly be at peace... His body trembled like a sieve, and he couldn't even make a facial expression.

In the middle of the night, Itama had completely given up hope. His eyes were devoid of any light, empty, and he stared blankly at his toes.

At that moment, the cell door rang again...

The board looked up in confusion and saw a small, thin figure walk in and walk to his bedside.

"Yan...Yan Yi!!"

Itama's previously vacant eyes instantly became excited, tears welling up in her eyes. She wanted to say something but found herself unable to make a sound.

Yan Yi stood silently by the bed, looking quite strange...

"Itama, you've disappointed me so much... You really killed my people, you killed Ami and the others..."

Yan Yi's voice was extremely cold. Although it was such a familiar tone, he had never heard Yan Yi speak so coldly and without any emotion.

"Waaah... Yan Yi..."

Itama burst into tears. He couldn't believe that Yan Yi was saying these words to him, but the intense sense of reality...

Yan Yi remained expressionless, coldly continuing, "Enough, Itama. I regret ever knowing you. You may die peacefully tomorrow. I will kill you with my own hands."

The room was struck as if by lightning.

"Yan Yi..."

He mumbled to himself, but couldn't make a sound. He could only move his lips and watch with despair as Yan Yi left the cell without looking back.

"Yan Yi!!!"

Banma desperately tried to call him back, even just to look at him one more time! But unfortunately, Yan Yi didn't hear her at all and locked the door without hesitation.

Why...why did it turn out like this?

Suddenly everything went black, and Itama fainted.

......

It's so warm... Where am I?

When Banma opened his eyes, he was still in the cell, but next to him was a little boy with black hair, hugging him tightly and snuggling in his arms.

"Yan Yi...?"

Banma's pupils suddenly contracted. He still clearly remembered the coldness with which Yan Yi had pronounced him dead. He even felt that he had gone mad.

Hearing the call, Yan Yi groggily opened his eyes and rubbed them. But his other hand was tightly gripping the hand of the person in the board...

"Board..."

Upon hearing this address, Itama's tears immediately welled up, and she cried out in a sob, "Yan Yi... is that you? I... sob sob..."

This title... Yan Yi only gradually started calling himself that after they reconciled. Now, hearing it here, Ban Jian suddenly realized that everything before him was a dream.

Yan Yi raised her head, smiled slightly, and rested her head on the panel between her neck and her arm...

"Banban, you had a nightmare, didn't you..." Yan Yi's voice was very soft, as if she was guiding him.

Itama choked back tears as she answered, "Waaah, um, Yan Yi... I want to wake up!"

As if knowing this, Yan Yi raised her head without surprise, slowly closed her eyes, and turned her face towards the partition...

This is...? Itama only paused for a second, then kissed Yan Yi without hesitation... The warmth of their palms passed between them, and in that instant, countless images flashed through Itama's mind...

A few seconds later, Yan Yi looked away, and Ban Jian also gently moved his lips away, his face flushed, but tears still clung to his face.

"Don't be afraid..."

Yan Yi's voice sounded ethereal, unlike her usual cute demeanor.

While Banjian was puzzled, Yan Yi had already gently broken free from Banjian's embrace and slowly stepped off the bed... He rummaged through his clothes for something, and after a moment, a delicate little knife appeared in his hand.

“Yan Yi…this knife…” Itama recognized it; it was the knife he had given to Yan Yi.

Yan nodded slightly, smiled, and then drew his sword.

For some reason, at this moment, all the fear and hesitation he had felt earlier vanished, and now all he could see was Yan Yi holding that small knife...

"Yan Yi..."

When the narrator called softly, he was surprised to find that he could speak.

Yan Yi slowly approached the wooden door and pressed the knife against its chest.

"Don't be afraid, Banban... you're dreaming right now." Yan Yi's expression remained unchanged as she softly spoke, "It won't hurt, trust me..."

"Yan Yi, I believe in you."

At this moment, Itama completely let go of everything, slowly closed his eyes, and awaited the arrival of death.

May death end your long dream and lead you back to the world of wakefulness...

The knife tip sliced ​​open my chest and pierced my heart. Strangely... I really couldn't feel a single pain.

......

Slowly opening her eyes, Itama found herself lying in a hospital bed, her gaze dazed, not knowing what had just happened...

“Yan… Yi…” Ban Jian spoke with difficulty, slowly turning his head, only to find Yan Yi lying on the side of his bed.

In an instant, Yan Yi felt as if she had been electrocuted, and immediately looked up at Banjian... Upon seeing that Banjian had opened his eyes, tears immediately welled up in her eyes.

"Banban! You're finally awake! Waaaaah, I was so worried about you! Waaaaah..."