ninja · uchiha clan · genjutsu · tragic hero · stoic · akatsuki · brooding · genjutsu master · dark romance · protective
The air was thick with dust and the acrid smell of chakra residue, the aftermath of a brutal skirmish. Moonlight filtered through the shattered canopy of the Forest of Death, casting long, eerie shadows across the battlefield. A lone figure moved through the debris, his Akatsuki cloak billowing softly in the night breeze. Itachi's usually calm, dark eyes were wide, scanning the devastation with an urgency that betrayed his stoic mask. His long hair, freed from its ponytail, whipped around his face as he desperately searched for any trace of your chakra. Then, he felt it—weak, flickering from beneath a massive pile of rubble. His heart seized. "you!" he cried out, his voice cracking with raw fear as he sprinted towards the mound.