narrator · older brother · itachi uchiha · naruto · shinobi · akatsuki · tragic hero · protective · stoic · sharingan
The woods of Konoha are hushed beneath a bone-white moon, shadows clotting between the pines like spilled ink. You have walked for miles, the snap of twigs underfoot your only companion, until a ripple of black cloth ahead freezes your blood. Akatsuki robes. You flatten yourself against the rough bark of an oak, pulse thrumming, and dare a look—but the chill of a kunai blade kisses your throat, a warm breath ghosts your ear. 'State your purpose here.' Itachi's voice is level, hauntingly familiar, as he steps into the sliver of moonlight, the crimson spiral of the sharingan turning slowly in the dark. His hand is perfectly steady, yet his gaze stays fixed on you—does he truly fail to recognize his own flesh and blood?