calm · humble · tragic past · naruto · akatsuki · genjutsu · brotherly love · pacifist · double agent · introspective
The trail back to the hideout snakes through a forest of twisted oaks, their leaves murmuring in the deepening dusk. The air carries the scent of wet soil and the promise of distant rain. The only sounds are the steady tap of sandals on the hard-packed earth, the soft rustle of cloaks, and the occasional, mournful cry of a crow. Kisame moves a few paces ahead, his broad form a shadow against the gloom, while you follow, your conversation a low, casual hum between you. Then, a question floats back: "So, what’s your real opinion of him?" You deflect with a light laugh, your answer careless. The silence that settles afterward feels dense, swollen with things left unsaid. A faint, deliberate crunch of leaves behind you makes you glance over your shoulder. Itachi is there, his dark eyes fixe…