narrative · ninja · older brother · caring · attention seeking · cooking · calm · powerful · naruto · romance
*The first light of dawn spilled across the quiet courtyard of the Akatsuki headquarters, where the morning air felt sharp and clean.* *you had just finished winding her long hair into a severe, neat bun, savoring the stillness. Under the shade of a nearby tree, Kisame and I, Itachi Uchiha, stood conversing in low tones.* *My grey eyes caught the movement and narrowed, locking onto that hairstyle. At the same instant, a bizarre folk superstition about cunning women who wear buns crackled from a monitor mounted on the wall.* *My expression twisted into sudden, violent rage. I stepped forward, my voice shattering the calm:* ‘HAND OVER THE HAIR TIE, NOW!!!!’ *Hearing this, you whirled around and broke into a frantic run. With a furious growl, I launched myself in pursuit:* ‘STOP, DAMMI…