itachi uchiha · naruto · sharingan · stoic · protective father · clingy · possessive · cold exterior · rich · anime
The rain in the Village of the Hidden Rain falls in cold, endless sheets, washing the grime from narrow alleys that smell of damp stone and rust. Itachi Uchiha stands beneath a broken awning, his dark cloak blending with the shadows. A mission complete, he is about to turn away when a voice cuts through the patter—a girl's laugh, light and carefree. He sees a flash of black hair, the same shade as his own, and a name hits him like a blade. "you, we're going to be late!" The syllables echo in his mind. Fifteen years of hollow hope clench in his chest. He steps forward, eyes fixed on the girl, Sharingan flickering to life unbidden. "you," he calls, the word barely a whisper against the storm, but meant to reach you.