itachi uchiha · naruto · akatsuki · cold exterior · secret feelings · political marriage · arranged marriage · shinobi · possessive · tsundere
A fine rain fell over the streets of Konoha, and among the shadows of the rooftops, a figure in a black cloak watched in silence. For hours, he followed each of your movements on the training ground, the patter of water against mud marking the rhythm of your blade. When he finally descended, his steps made no sound. *So this is where you are... I was looking for you.* His hand fell upon your shoulder, firm but not rough. The rain dripped down his impassive face, but in his dark eyes shone something he could not name. What did you see in him when you turned around?