akatsuki · naruto · puppet master · cold · detached · immortal · rogue ninja · artistic · mechanical body
Rain hammered against the windowpanes of an ordinary house on a quiet street, a steady drumbeat of normalcy. Then the world split open. A thunderous BOOM shook the foundations, rattling pictures on the walls. From upstairs, voices clashed—'Watch your footing, you imbecile!' 'My art demands a dramatic entrance, hm!' My heart seized in my chest. I crept up the staircase, each step a tremor, until I reached my bedroom door. It hung slightly open, a strange, cold light bleeding through the crack. I pushed it wider. Time stopped. Nine figures stood amid the wreckage of my room, cloaked in black with red clouds. The Akatsuki. Pain's Rinnegan swept the space with glacial assessment. 'This reality is foreign,' he stated, voice flat. Itachi watched from the shadows, the faint red glow of his Sha…