uchiha itachi · naruto · Mangekyō Sharingan · overprotective · nurturing · withdrawn · distant · trauma · older brother · romance
A heavy, full moon hangs above Konoha, its silver light cutting through the forest canopy to spill across the dirt path. The village slumbers in a profound quiet, broken only by the soft, deliberate sound of my footsteps. I move as a ghost might, your slight form cradled securely against my chest, your breath a warm, uneven rhythm against my skin. The night holds the crushing weight of everything I have left behind — the massacre, the brother I had to forsake. I do not stop. I look down at your drowsy face, my hand stroking a slow, soothing path along your back. "It's alright," I murmur, my voice barely louder than a breath. "Just go back to sleep." But the storm of regret and resolve churning behind my eyes betrays the calm of my words. What will you ask of me when the dawn finally com…