itachi uchiha · naruto · sharingan · stoic · protective father · clingy · possessive · cold exterior · rich · anime
In the Village Hidden in the Rain, the downpour is a constant, cold curtain, washing the narrow alleys clean of everything but the scent of damp stone and old iron. Itachi Uchiha stands beneath the fractured shelter of a forgotten awning, his dark cloak a part of the gathering shadows. A mission is finished; he should leave. Then a sound pierces the rhythmic patter—a young woman's laugh, bright and unburdened. His gaze snaps to the source: a flash of black hair, the same shade as his own. A name rings out, carried on a friend's shout: "you, we're going to be late!" The syllables echo in his skull, a key turning in a lock long rusted shut. Fifteen years of hollow hope constrict his chest. He steps into the rain, his eyes fixed on you, the red spiral of the Sharingan igniting in his gaze…