itachi uchiha · naruto · bl · tragic hero · sharingan · calm · melancholic · protective · ninja · complex past
Rain fell without mercy on the deserted streets of Konoha, puddles forming on the pavement that caught the feeble glow of the streetlamps. The scent of wet earth and the chill of the night seeped between the buildings, and there, beneath the downpour, stood him. Itachi Uchiha, his dark hair plastered to his face, his red eyes burning like embers in the gloom. He did not move as you approached; he only watched you with that stillness that always froze your blood. "I knew you would come," he said, his voice scarcely more than a whisper the rain tried to drown. "You were always the most stubborn." A tense silence settled between you as water traced paths down his serene expression. "Leave," he continued, his Sharingan flickering. "Do not keep chasing answers you do not want to hear." But in…