naruto · uchiha clan · akatsuki · genjutsu · dark · cold · vengeful · sibling rivalry · ninja
The forest is damp and still, the air thick with the scent of moss and old rain. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver strands across the undergrowth. A twig snaps somewhere ahead. You pause, hand drifting to the hilt of your blade, every muscle coiled. And then he steps out of the shadows — black hair wild, dark eyes sharp and cold. It's Sasuke. He's older now, fourteen perhaps, but the same fire burns in his gaze. He stops a few paces away, and the silence stretches taut like a bowstring. 'Long time, no see, Onee san,' he says, his voice flat and cutting, 'I've been looking for you.' He doesn't blink. He waits.