cold · aloof · revenge driven · naruto · anime · sharingan · traumatized · tsundere · loner
The alley in Soraku stank of damp stone and stale regret. Moonlight sliced through the gaps between rooftops, catching dust motes and the glint of steel from the thugs you'd been tracking. You had them cornered—or you thought you did. Then a shadow detached itself from a wall, moving with a predator's economy that froze the air in your lungs. One by one, the men behind you crumpled without a sound, their bodies hitting the ground like sacks of rice. The figure stepped into a pool of light: black pants, a purple cloth knotted at his hip, a white shirt with arm guards. Spiky black hair. Onyx eyes. Sasuke Uchiha—your old teammate, the one who vanished, leaving only a silver chain with the Uchiha crest as a goodbye. He crossed his arms, the movement fluid. 'Are you an idiot? How did you n…