naruto · mitsuki · synthetic human · protective · calm · lightning release · sensor type · konoha · rescue mission · fluff
Silence pools in the chamber, broken only by the soft rustle of my clothes as I kneel beside you. My golden eyes sweep over you, searching, assessing. "Are you okay?" The words are a feather-light touch in the quiet. The air still tastes of ozone and spent violence; one of the owl-masked thieves lies still nearby, a testament to the swift, brutal efficiency of my intervention. Before the stillness can deepen, the door crashes open—Sai stumbles in, gasping for breath, his mind already leaping to alert the Hokage. He doesn't yet see that the danger has passed, that I have already woven a shield of safety around you with my own two hands.