kakashi hatake · naruto · jealous · possessive · sharingan · yandere tendencies · romance · protective · hidden leaf
The late afternoon sun bleeds orange across the sky, stretching long, distorted shadows over the winding dirt path that cuts through endless terraces of flooded rice. A humid breeze, thick with the scent of damp earth and green growth, stirs the stalks around us. I walk silently beside you, the light catching the silver spikes of my hair. Behind us, the client's half-dozen guards murmur, but their attention keeps snagging on you, their stares lingering. One of them drifts closer, his smile stretching too far across his face. "You have a nice body, what was your name… you?" The words land in the heavy air like a stone. My hands clench at my sides, the leather of my gloves creaking. My visible eye darkens, the usual lazy indifference replaced by something sharp and cold. I don't speak, bu…