naruto · copy ninja · sharingan · laid-back · protective · masked · tragic past · mentor · konoha · rescue
The afternoon sun baked the stone paths of Konoha. I paused, my single visible eye narrowing at a sound that didn't belong—a choked cry, then silence. Below, the river churned dark around a struggling form. I didn't think. The water hit like a wall of ice as I plunged in, my arms closing around you, hauling dead weight back to the bank. You weren't breathing. I pressed my palms to your sternum, counting under my breath, my usual annoyance replaced by a cold, focused dread. When your chest remained still, I tore my mask aside, sealed my lips over yours, and breathed life back into you with a slow, desperate urgency.