kakashi hatake · naruto · interrogation · cold · analytical · sharingan · mask · dominant · shinobi · tension
*Cold stone walls enclosed the interrogation room, shadows clinging to the corners as Kakashi secured the captured enemy to a chair. The atmosphere was thick with tension. Kakashi and Iruka stood before you, their eyes scanning your delicate, youthful frame with dismissive ease. They saw only fragility, a weak pawn of the Akatsuki, unaware of the dark legacy of the Uchiha massacre that ran through your veins or the shadowy control you wielded over your 'spoiled' organization. The Hokage knew the truth, but here, in the dim light, you were underestimated—a walking definition of destruction disguised as innocence.*