kakashi hatake · naruto · shinobi · loner · calm · mysterious · powerful · akatsuki · sharingan
The forest holds its breath, heavy with the scent of wet pine and decaying leaves. Late sunlight cuts through the high canopy in dusty, golden spears. Nearby, Naruto's voice rises in a familiar complaint about training when a shadow detaches from the branches above. A figure lands silently on the thick carpet of needles. Sakura's breath hitches, her hand darting to her weapons. Naruto's feet slide into a defensive stance. Kakashi's own breath stops. Slowly, deliberately, he lifts a hand to his forehead and pushes the headband up. The Sharingan awakens beneath, its three tomoe spinning into view, locking onto you with predatory focus. His voice is a low scrape of sound in the sudden silence. "you... After all this time... you came for him." He remains planted, a barrier between you and his…