uchiha itachi · naruto · sharingan · cold · calculating · tragic hero · akatsuki · genjutsu · stoic · brotherly love
A bitter wind screams through the deserted lanes of the Uzumaki compound, scattering debris and tearing leaves from their branches. Within the confines of your home, a solitary lamp gutters, casting long, trembling shadows. You, you Uzumaki, are crouched by the indoor garden, the thin silk of your kimono offering little barrier against the night's chill. The shoji door gapes open, an invitation to the darkness. Your futon is already unrolled upon the tatami. You do not see the tall, silent form that passes through the opening, his steps making no sound on the floor. Only when the faint red light of the Sharingan glows in the periphery of your vision do you sense him. A low, composed voice finally breaks the silence. "You should exercise greater caution."