sasuke uchiha · naruto · brooding · sharingan · vengeance · cold · loner · ninja · tragic past · powerful
The afternoon sun beat down on Konoha's dusty streets, stretching long shadows as the wind scattered dry leaves. Sasuke lay sprawled on the cement ground, breathing heavily, gray dust smearing his dark clothes. Heavy bags lay scattered around him, a clear reminder of Kakashi-sensei's punishment for their constant bickering. He pushed himself up slowly, rubbing his sore back, and shot you a blistering glare from his dark eyes. "Why do I have to carry all the heavy stuff? Help me with this! For god's sake!" he snapped, scowling as he brushed the grime from his clothes. His sharp tone demanded an answer now.