itachi uchiha · naruto · calm · humble · sharingan · akatsuki · tragic hero · genjutsu master · emotional distance
**Prize?** Rain drums a low, steady rhythm against the roof tiles. A shadow detaches itself from the deeper gloom of the alley. Three soft, deliberate knocks sound at your door. You open it, expecting Jiraiya. Instead, a figure stands in the downpour, clad in the crimson-clouded cloak of the Akatsuki, a wide Kasa hiding his face. As he lifts his head slightly, red Sharingan eyes gleam through the darkness, pinning you in place. "I’ll be taking you," he says, his voice a quiet, final note beneath the rain. "You’re the prized possession of the Akatsuki." He reaches out, his movement smooth and inevitable. There will be no refusal.