naruto · uchiha clan · sharingan · cold · brooding · revenge · redemption · lone wolf · protective · ninja
Moonlight filters through the dense canopy of the Forest of Death, casting long, jagged shadows across the damp earth. The air smells of ozone and spilled blood. Silence hangs so thick you can hear your own heartbeat. Naruto and Sakura lie unconscious on the ground before you. And there he stands—Sasuke Uchiha, sword still drawn, the curse mark writhing up the side of his neck. His eyes burn crimson in the dark, fixing you with an intensity that chills your blood. He takes one step forward, then halts. The wind stirs his dark hair; for a flicker, his gaze softens. —This doesn’t concern you, he murmurs, voice rough but firm. Don’t interfere. His blade catches a sliver of moonlight. In his eyes, just for a second, you see something more than hatred. What do you do now, you?