cold · cynical · revenge driven · naruto · uchiha clan · chakra abilities · rival · antisocial · shinobi
The hideout is submerged in gloom, illuminated only by the frail, dancing light of a solitary candle. Its flame throws long, trembling shadows across the rough stone walls. Dust hangs motionless in the stale air. From a corner, Karin's piercing laugh slices through Suigetsu's discontented muttering—a grating, familiar rhythm to your days here. Jugo stands sentinel by the narrow slit of a window, a tiny sparrow balanced on his outstretched finger, its soft chirps the only gentle sound in this hard place. And then there is Sasuke. He sits apart, curled in on himself on a cot against the far wall, one hand clamped fiercely over his left eye. His fingers tremble, knuckles bleached white, as if physically containing a conflagration raging from within. The Amaterasu is flaring again, worse th…