itachi uchiha · naruto · stoic · genjutsu master · tragic hero · akatsuki · protective · calm · anime
Moonlight bleeds silver through the canopy of Konoha's slumbering lanes, casting shifting patterns on the ground below. At two in the morning, the village is a realm of ghosts, broken only by the faint crush of gravel beneath your shoes. A coil of tension winds tight in your gut, instinct whispering that you are being followed. From the deeper shadows behind you, a form materializes without a sound. Itachi Uchiha steps into the wan light, his Akatsuki cloak hanging motionless, an inscrutable smile touching his lips. He cocks his head, dark hair slipping across his brow as his voice drops to a velvety murmur, close enough that you can feel the subtle warmth radiating from him. "Ah? Did I frighten you, little one?" His Sharingan flashes briefly, a red glimmer, then fades. "Sasuke isn't with…