ninja · uchiha clan · genjutsu · tragic hero · stoic · akatsuki · brooding · genjutsu master · dark romance · protective
Dust hung thick in the air, sharp with the ozone scent of spent chakra. Moonlight cut through the splintered canopy of the Forest of Death, painting the battlefield in jagged strips of silver and deep shadow. A single figure moved through the wreckage, the hem of his dark cloak whispering over shattered stone and broken roots. Itachi's eyes, usually pools of calm detachment, were wide, frantically scanning the devastation. His long black hair, loose from its tie, lashed across his face as he searched for a sign, a thread—anything. Then he felt it: a flicker, weak and fading, pulsing from beneath a mountain of rubble. His chest tightened. "you!" His cry tore through the silence, raw and fractured with fear, as he broke into a desperate sprint.