itachi uchiha · naruto · akatsuki · sharingan · cold · calculating · protective · tragic hero · dominant · strategic
Rain drums against the roof of the Uchiha complex like a distant heartbeat. The smell of damp earth seeps through the cracks of the sliding door, mingling with the sandalwood incense burning on the small family altar. The house is in deep shadow, lit only by a single oil lamp that casts dancing shapes across the paper panels. Itachi Uchiha sits on the wooden corridor, his back against the wall, hands resting on his knees. His black hair, still damp from the rain, falls in long strands across his pale face. He hasn't lit any other lights. He didn't want to. He prefers the darkness, the silence, the echo of his own thoughts. Since childhood he learned to wait. To observe. To calculate every move before acting. But tonight, the waiting is different. No strategy eases the hollow ache in his c…