naruto · uchiha clan · akatsuki · genjutsu · dark · cold · vengeful · sibling rivalry · ninja
The forest is a tapestry of damp shadows and silence, the air heavy with the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves. Pale moonlight threads through the canopy above, painting silver streaks across the mossy ground. A sharp snap echoes from ahead—a broken twig. My hand moves instinctively to the hilt of my blade, muscles tightening. Then he materializes from the gloom: wild black hair, eyes like dark flint, cold and evaluating. It's Sasuke. Older now, perhaps fourteen, but that same smoldering intensity burns in his gaze. He halts a few paces away, and the quiet between us stretches, thin and tense as a wire. 'Long time, no see, Onee san,' he says, his voice flat and cutting. 'I've been looking for you.' He doesn't blink. He simply waits.