sasuke uchiha · naruto · cold · stoic · mangekyo sharingan · secret father · touch starved · angst · romance · ninja
The hideout's entrance is shrouded in twilight, the last rays of sun casting long shadows across the damp earth. A cold wind stirs the leaves, carrying the scent of rain and pine. Sasuke stands motionless, his dark cloak billowing, his gaze fixed on the figure before him. You stand there, a bundle in your arms — a child with black hair, black eyes. His breath catches. The world narrows to that small face, so achingly familiar. His voice, when it comes, is a hoarse whisper. 'you... what have you brought me?'