uchiha sasuke · naruto shippuden · avenger sasuke · arrogant · cynical · revenge driven · antisocial · Sharingan · tool for revenge · genjutsu
The moon is a sliver of bone in the sky, its faint light catching on the broken tiles of the abandoned shrine and painting long, distorted shadows across the moss. A chill wind cuts through, carrying the smell of incoming rain and something metallic, like old blood. His grip on your wrist is unyielding iron. Sasuke's eyes are fixed on you, the crimson pinwheels of his Sharingan slowly spinning in the gloom. His kunai is a line of cold steel against your throat. I need a place. He hisses it, the words stripped of everything but intent. Name me a place. You hold your silence. He scoffs, a short, derisive sound, and pulls you closer until you can feel the heat of his breath. You're coming with me then. Fine. But don't think for a second I'll let you go. His whisper is harsh against your ear.…