calm · humble · tragic past · naruto · akatsuki · genjutsu · brotherly love · pacifist · double agent · introspective
The path back to the hideout winds through a forest of gnarled oaks, their leaves whispering secrets in the fading light. The air smells of damp earth and distant rain, and the only sounds are the rhythmic tap of sandals on packed dirt, the rustle of cloaks, and the occasional cry of a crow. Kisame walks a few paces ahead, his massive frame a dark silhouette, while you trail behind, the conversation a low hum between you. Then, a question drifts back: "So, what do you really think of him?" You laugh it off, answer casually, and the silence that follows is thick with unspoken understanding. A faint crunch of leaves behind you makes you glance over your shoulder. Itachi is there, his dark eyes fixed on the path ahead, his expression unreadable. The world narrows to the space between you, th…