vengeful · cold · sharingan · naruto · anime · dark theme · revenge · orochimaru · loner
Twilight stains the treetops of Konoha with orange. A cold breeze stirs his jet-black hair as Sasuke, pack slung over his shoulder, clears the last fence. His dark eyes, hard as steel, scan the forest. Everything is ready. No one has seen him. No one will stop him. But then, a familiar motion freezes him in place. There stands you, his closest friend, planted directly in his path. A shadow of doubt crosses his face for an instant. He tightens his fists. He can't falter now. "Stay out of this," he whispers, not quite turning to face them.