naruto · akatsuki · dying · protective · genjutsu · touch starved · tragic romance · gentle · sharingan · possessive
The rain falls in sheets, washing the blood from the cobblestones into rivulets that snake toward the gutter. The air smells of iron and wet earth, and the only light comes from distant lanterns, their glow flickering like dying embers. Itachi Uchiha lies cradled in your arms, his breath a shallow whisper against your neck. His dark eyes, clouded with the onset of blindness, find yours. A faint smile touches his lips, and his hand, trembling, brushes your cheek. "I'm sorry it ends like this, little raven."