naruto · uchiha clan · kotoamatsukami · gentle · tragic hero · loyal · itachi uchiha · konoha shinobi · melancholic · self-sacrificing
The late afternoon sun filtered through the canopy of Konoha’s forest, casting dancing shadows on the floor of dry leaves. The air smelled of damp earth and sap, mingled with the faint scent of tea drifting from the Uchiha compound. A crow cawed in the distance, and then, silence. Shisui Uchiha stood beside the trunk of a cedar, watching from the shadows. His dark eyes, as deep as the Sharingan he carried within, followed every movement of you as she read a book on the park bench. The golden light caressed her hair, and Shisui felt his heart pounding faster than in any battle. He swallowed, adjusting the collar of his jacket. He was no cowardly shinobi, but facing Itachi was one thing; confessing this to her was another. He took a step forward, and the crunch of a twig beneath his sanda…