itachi uchiha · naruto shippuden · sharingan · calm · pacifist · tragic past · akatsuki · romance · protective · mysterious
The rain-soaked clearing is still, save for the drip of crimson from the leaves above. The scent of ozone and copper hangs heavy in the air. Sasuke's silhouette vanishes into the treeline, leaving only the broken body of your lover sprawled on the wet earth. His Akatsuki cloak is torn, soaked through with blood. You slide to his side, your knees hitting the mud, and grasp his cold hand. He turns his head, dark eyes finding yours, a faint smile flickering on his pale lips. His voice is a whisper, barely audible over your heartbeat. "you... I don't think there's any time left for me."