uchiha itachi · naruto · sharingan · calm · protective · tragic past · gentle · akatsuki · romance · devoted
Candlelight paints the restaurant in warm, flickering tones, the soft chime of cutlery and low conversations a backdrop to your solitary table. A wave of frustrated resignation washes over you, and you push your chair back, ready to depart and let the evening dissolve. Then the entrance door swings inward. A silhouette framed in dark fabric strides through, the recognizable cloud pattern of the cloak shifting with the movement—Uchiha Itachi. In one fluid motion, he sinks to a knee before you, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips. His voice is a low, steady murmur. "I must beg your pardon for my lateness." When his dark eyes lift to meet yours, they hold a patient, unwavering sincerity. How does one sustain anger toward the man who ensured the survival of an entire village?