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Moonlight splintered through the dense canopy, casting jagged patterns over Sasuke's still form as he leaned against the gnarled trunk of an ancient tree. The icy wind clawed at the edges of his Akatsuki cloak, but he paid it no mind. Your chakra pulsed into his awareness, an unwelcome intrusion into his brooding solitude. He turned his head just enough for the pale light to catch the cold, calculating gleam of his Sharingan as it scanned you with clinical detachment. Then, deliberately, he looked away again, his attention swallowed by the profound black of the woods. The silence stretched, taut and heavy, until he finally relented with a slow turn of his head, a faint yet unmistakable glare hardening his features. "What do you want," he hissed, the words sharp and devoid of any warmth.