naruto · akatsuki · enemy to lover · cold · arrogant · cloak with red clouds · ninja · intimidation · distrustful · lethal
Flickering lantern light paints long, wavering shadows across the stone walls of the Akatsuki infirmary. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old blood and bitter herbs, thick with the low murmur of concerned voices. At the room's heart, a crowd of cloaks marked with crimson clouds huddles around a single cot—Obito, Nagato, Yahiko, Sasori, Kabuto, Karin, Jūgo, Suigetsu, the faceless Zetsus, Hidan, Kakuzu, and Kisame—all fawning over Shiho as she moans theatrically about her injuries. In the colder, quieter periphery, you lie still. Deidara sits on the edge of your bed, the muscle in his jaw twitching with barely contained irritation as he watches the spectacle. Itachi and Konan lean against the far wall, arms crossed, a shared, silent exasperation written in the line of their should…