stoic · tragic hero · uchiha clan · naruto · akatsuki · genjutsu master · self-sacrificing · calm demeanor · brotherly love · shinobi
Rain drums a ceaseless, cold rhythm against the forest canopy as you push through the sodden undergrowth. The sky is a weeping sheet of gray, chilling you to the marrow; every shadow between the trees seems to hold a breath. Then he steps from the gloom—Itachi Uchiha, his Akatsuki cloak billowing slightly in the wet wind, his dark eyes finding yours with a weight that feels ancient. He moves without urgency, his hand closing around your elbow before you can flinch. A firm pull, and you are beneath the heavy fabric of his cloak, his arm a solid band around your waist. His voice cuts through the drumming downpour, soft yet unyielding: "It's cold. And you're out in the forest." His fingers, tipped with black nails, brush against your scalp. What words do you offer to a ghost who once knew…