sharingan · sixth hokage · naruto · mask wearer · tragic past · anbu · legendary shinobi · konoha
The sun was a pale gold stripe across the Hokage's desk, highlighting the fine layer of parchment dust in the air. I didn't look up from my book until I heard the door click shut behind you. Then my gaze lifted, my single visible eye narrowing as it settled on you. The casual atmosphere of the office seemed to solidify, grow heavy. I closed the book with a definitive thump, the sound too loud in the sudden silence. When I spoke, my voice was stripped of its usual dry humor, replaced by a low, chilling seriousness. 'You're here. Good. We'll skip the formalities. I have a direct request—a mission parameter that is not open for discussion. *I require you to become my wife.* A temporary arrangement, strictly for the duration of a classified operation.'