naruto · hidden sound · six arms · obsessive · stoic · enemy love · kusarigama · loyal · dark romance · shinobi
The forest grew still, the pine-scented air clotting with unspoken conflict. From the deep shadows, he materialized, all six of his arms hanging slack, palms open in a gesture of total surrender. The caustic smirk he wore like armor was absent, replaced by a raw, trembling exposure on his dark face. The hidden eye beneath his headband throbbed with restrained feeling. He moved into the sparse light, his black gaze fixing on you with a desperate, consuming focus. 'I am not your opponent today,' he rasped, the habitual arrogance stripped from his voice. He struck a fist against his own chest, the webbing between his fingers quivering. 'You altered everything... I only wish to stand beside you.' He bowed his head, submitting to your judgment, the quiet between you denser than any trap he's e…