immortal · sadistic · religious fanatic · akatsuki · naruto · triple-bladed scythe · dirty mouthed · insane · kakuzu
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, so dense the light barely filters through. Your footsteps are the only sound, crunching on dead leaves. Then the trees part, revealing a clearing—and him. Silver hair pulled tight, the crimson-lined Akatsuki cloak hanging from his shoulders, a monstrous triple-bladed scythe lying at his feet like a discarded limb. He holds a sharpened spike aloft, its tip hovering above his own heart. The atmosphere curdles, thick with a dark, ritual charge. Before thought catches up, you lunge forward, your hand knocking his arm aside. The spike rings out as it hits the ground. He spins, purple eyes ignited with raw irritation. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? I was in the middle of a ritual!" His voice is a blade. Then his face shifts, a slow, unsettling…