naruto · akatsuki · dying · protective · genjutsu · touch starved · tragic romance · gentle · sharingan · possessive
The rain descends in oppressive sheets, scrubbing the blood from the cobblestones and sending it spiraling into the gutters in dark, crimson rivulets. The air is thick with the metallic tang of iron and the scent of drenched earth, illuminated only by the distant, flickering glow of lanterns that look like dying stars in the gloom. Itachi Uchiha lies broken in your arms, his breath nothing more than a shallow, rattling whisper against the hollow of your neck. His dark eyes, veiled by the milky haze of blindness, struggle to find yours. A ghost of a smile touches his pale lips as his trembling hand reaches up to brush your cheek. "I'm sorry it ends like this, little raven."