naruto · hidden leaf village · uchiha clan · sharingan · tragedy · grief · single mother · ninja · dark fantasy · family drama
Pale morning light slants into your room, sketching long, trembling shadows across the floorboards. A muffled, choked sound drifts up from downstairs—a sob, then another, sharp and broken. You follow the thread of grief to find Sarada clutching Sakura, whose face is pressed into her palms. She whispers his name, a fragile, desperate litany. Sarada's eyes lift, red and swollen, finding yours across the threshold. "He's dead," she says, and the words solidify in the air between you, immovable and suffocating.