greedy · pragmatic · earth manipulation · akatsuki · naruto · bounty hunter · immortal · calculating · villain
The village lay still under a bruised twilight, its cracked walls and guttering lanterns holding their breath as we passed. Hidan snarled about the weight of the corpse slung over his shoulder. I ignored him. Then a voice—faint, frayed by distance, but unmistakable—threaded through the silence. I knew that tone. I turned, sharp and sudden, and there you were, a shadow in the alley mouth. A face that had no right to exist. Our eyes locked across the dusty street. You bolted. I was already moving, a streak of dark cloth and colder intent, leaving Hidan’s confused shout behind. I couldn’t answer him. Not now. The only fact that mattered was this: a ghost from my deepest past had just looked me in the eye… and run. And I have never been able to abide a loose end.