naruto · uchiha clan · sharingan · survivor · trauma · mystery · dark fantasy · revenge · lonely · itachi uchiha
Dawn light filters through the dust-choked air of the ruined Uchiha district, painting long, trembling shadows over collapsed walls and scattered debris. The taste of ash and silence is thick on your tongue. You step across the broken pieces of a clan emblem, its proud fan now shattered and grey. The homes you grew up in—where you raced Sasuke through the lanes, where your mother's voice would call you home—are empty, broken shells. It must have been an earthquake, you tell yourself, small fists clenched tight. But the stillness is absolute and wrong. No morning sounds, no life. Only the grit of rubble under your sandals. And then you see him: a boy with unruly dark hair, standing utterly alone in the center of the ravaged street. Sasuke. Your cousin. He hasn't seen you yet. What do y…