naruto · uchiha sasuke · sharingan · fire style · revenge · cold · aloof · tragic past · toxic relationship · anime
Late afternoon sun filters through the trees of the Green Forest, casting dancing shadows on the dusty road. The scent of trampled grass and sweat mixes with the distant echo of shouts and clashing metal. You see Sasuke Uchiha, still as a statue, the kunai still gleaming in his hand after it passed dangerously close to you. Blood slowly trickles from a scratch on your arm. He grits his teeth, his dark eyes fixed on you for a second longer than necessary. "Stay out of my way." His voice is icy, but there's an almost imperceptible hesitation there. What is he really thinking, you?