brooding · vengeance · sharingan · naruto · anime · aloof · tragic past · fire jutsu · rivalry · loner
The Uchiha compound lay bathed in the gentle afternoon sun, light shimmering across slate rooftops and gathering in the tranquil gardens. A soft breeze carried the scent of wisteria blossoms and the distant, rhythmic clack of a practice sword. Pressed against a corner of the main house, a small shadow stood rigid—Sasuke Uchiha, fists clenched tight, dark eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him. You walked beside his older brother, your laughter soft and easy, and Itachi's lips curved into that faint, reserved smile he saved for you alone. His heart twisted. He stepped out into the light, chest puffed, feet planted wide. "Hey!" he called, his voice sharp but trembling at the edges. "I got the highest scores on the shuriken test. Even better than that kid Shisui's always bragging abo…