The Inevitable Game Of Eternity

Shisui : Betrayer's Whisper

As the tension thickened in the cold air of the ancient castle, Izuna, Shisui, and Itachi knew they had no choice but to split up once more. They shared a silent nod, a mutual understanding that their chances of survival might increase if they weren't all together, easier targets for Madara and his newly turned allies.

"Stay sharp," Itachi said, his voice steady despite the turmoil swirling inside him. "And if either of you finds a way out or a weakness in Madara's power, don't hesitate. We can't let him turn all of us."

Shisui nodded firmly, though his eyes betrayed a hint of the fear he was keeping under control. "I'll do whatever it takes, Itachi. But if I don't make it, promise me you'll keep fighting. Don't let this castle become our grave."

Izuna gave a tight smile, a fierce glint in his eyes. "We won't let him win," he said, more to reassure himself than anyone else. "Let's meet up again-alive."

With that, they scattered into the labyrinthine depths of the castle, each taking a different corridor that twisted further into darkness. The silence was almost suffocating, broken only by the distant echoes of their hurried footsteps. Shadows seemed to close in around them, and every flicker of torchlight felt like a warning of something lurking just beyond sight.

Shisui moved quickly, his mind racing through possible strategies. He knew he couldn't keep running forever. He had to find a way to outsmart Madara, to turn the game against their twisted ancestor. But then, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he felt a chill that wasn't just from the castle's cold air.

He wasn't alone.

In an instant, Shisui's Sharingan flared to life, his eyes sweeping through the darkness. "Show yourself!" he demanded, voice echoing through the empty stone hall. He could sense it-a presence lurking, watching him from the shadows.

A low chuckle filled the air, one that Shisui recognized all too well. "Shisui... so quick to react. I'd expect nothing less from you." Obito's voice seemed to come from everywhere at once, wrapping around Shisui like a vice.

"Obito!" Shisui called out, his voice laced with a mix of anger and desperation. "Is this really what you want? To do Madara's bidding, to hunt down your own clan like prey?"

A figure emerged from the darkness, and there stood Obito, his face a mask of calm cruelty, his eyes glowing with that eerie crimson that marked him as Madara's creature now. He tilted his head slightly, almost as if amused by Shisui's question.

"What I want," Obito said, his voice dripping with cold malice, "is for you to see the truth, Shisui. This power-it's everything we've ever dreamed of. It's freedom from all the limitations that held us back."

"Freedom?" Shisui spat back, his Sharingan spinning furiously. "You call this freedom? You're nothing more than Madara's puppet! I won't let you drag the rest of us into this nightmare."

Obito's smile widened, revealing his sharp fangs, gleaming in the dim light. "You can resist all you want, but soon enough, you'll see things my way." In a flash, Obito vanished, moving with inhuman speed. He reappeared behind Shisui, striking with the precision of a predator.

Shisui barely had time to react, twisting his body and leaping backward, but Obito was relentless. He attacked in a blur of motion, each strike more ruthless than the last, forcing Shisui into a desperate defensive stance.

"You were always the fastest among us," Obito said, his voice almost a taunt as he closed the distance between them. "But you're not fast enough to outrun eternity."

Shisui gritted his teeth, knowing that he couldn't hold back any longer. He focused his chakra, activating the full power of his Mangekyou Sharingan. "Kotoamatsukami!" he shouted, attempting to cast the most powerful genjutsu he possessed, one that could bend even the strongest wills to his command.

For a split second, Obito's eyes flickered, and he paused, his movements halting as the genjutsu tried to take hold. Shisui's heart leapt-this was his chance! If he could turn Obito's mind, he could free him from Madara's influence and turn the tide of this battle.

But then, to Shisui's horror, Obito's eyes blazed even brighter, shattering the illusion with a burst of pure willpower. He laughed, a sound that echoed through the castle halls like a twisted melody. "Did you really think that would work on me, Shisui?" Obito said, shaking his head in mock disappointment. "I'm beyond your tricks now."

Before Shisui could react, Obito seized him by the throat, his grip cold and unyielding. He lifted Shisui off the ground, holding him there effortlessly. "You've always been the one who could see the future," Obito said softly, almost regretfully. "But even you couldn't foresee this, could you?"

Shisui struggled, his hands clawing at Obito's iron grip, but his strength was fading fast. He could feel the cold radiating from Obito, leeching the warmth from his body, and the world around him began to blur.

"Just give in," Obito whispered, leaning closer. "It will be easier that way. Let me show you what it means to truly live."

"No... I won't... let you..." Shisui gasped, but his voice was weak, his vision tunneling as he fought to stay conscious. He felt the sharp sting as Obito's fangs pierced his neck, the cold bite spreading through his veins like ice.

The pain was unbearable, but it was nothing compared to the despair that filled Shisui's mind. He could feel his life slipping away, his thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind. But even as the darkness closed in, he focused on one thing-the faces of his friends, the ones he had sworn to protect.

Obito drew back, his lips stained with Shisui's blood, and for a moment, he almost looked regretful. Almost. But then that twisted smile returned, and he dropped Shisui to the floor, watching as his body convulsed, the transformation beginning.

Shisui's eyes, once so full of life and determination, turned that same haunting crimson. He looked up at Obito, his face contorted in agony, and then, slowly, his expression changed. A cold, cruel smile spread across his lips, and his eyes glowed with that unholy light.

"Welcome to the darkness, Shisui," Obito said, extending a hand to his newly turned ally. "Together, we'll turn this world into something far greater than it ever was."

Shisui took Obito's hand, his smile now a mirror of the same hunger and malice that had consumed Sasuke and Kagami. "Let's finish what we started," Shisui said, his voice now hollow and devoid of his former warmth. "The others won't stand a chance."

As the two vampires stood side by side, ready to continue their hunt, Madara's laughter echoed once more through the ancient castle. He watched from the shadows, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as his grand plan unfolded before him.

"Only two left," Madara said, his voice filled with a twisted glee as he turned his gaze towards Itachi and Izuna, who were still somewhere in the depths of the castle. "It's only a matter of time before they join us. And then, the Uchiha clan will be reborn in darkness."

The hunt was far from over, and the remaining Uchihas knew that their greatest challenge was yet to come. As they struggled to stay one step ahead of their vampiric kin, they realized that escaping this castle might not only be impossible-it might mean losing their souls forever to Madara's twisted game.