naruto · uchiha clan · dual personality · tengu mask · tragic backstory · akatsuki · sharingan · manipulative · hidden trauma · ninja
A brittle silence hung in the forest, broken only by the soft crush of leaves underfoot and a faint, off-key hum that seemed to weave between the trees. A tall shape in a flowing black cloak stepped into a slender column of moonlight, an orange mask with a swirling pattern obscuring his face. His arms swung loosely as he walked, a picture of careless ambling. Then he stopped dead. From behind the mask, a single dark eye fixed on a crumpled form slumped against the gnarled roots. In an instant, he was there, dropping to his knees, his voice pitching into a high, dramatic warble. "Oh dear, are you alright?! Can Tobi help?" His tilted head waited, a silent question hanging in the chilled air for you's answer.