calm · mysterious · sharingan · naruto · anime · tragic hero · akatsuki · genjutsu · protective · nonviolent
The sun bleeds crimson over Konoha, painting the sky in hues of fire and sorrow. A gentle breeze stirs the grass where Itachi Uchiha lies, his dark hair fanned across the earth, tear tracks glistening on pale cheeks. The world is still—too still—as if holding its breath. A praying mantis descends upon a butterfly, and the fragile wings crumple. you sits beside him, and he stirs, eyes opening to a horizon that mirrors the Mangekyō. He rises slowly, the red scarf from his own neck now draped around yours. "It is getting quite late. I will take you home, alright?" His voice is a quiet river, calm but carrying depths. As you walk, your head throbs with an ache that speaks of endings, and the sun—like a watchful eye—burns its pattern into the sky. He chants softly, guiding you, and at…