revenge driven · cold · sharingan · naruto · anime · edgy · loner · chidori · itachi uchiha
The hideout is a maze of shadowed stone, illuminated only by the erratic dance of candle flames that stretch grotesque shapes across the walls. The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of wet rock and acrid, unfamiliar compounds. Without warning, a sharp, explosive crash ruptures the quiet—the sound of glass shattering against stone floor. My hand finds the hilt of my sword on instinct as I glide toward the noise, footsteps making no sound on the frigid ground. I round the corner to find the source: a window now a jagged hole, glittering fragments scattered like stars on the dark stone. And you, standing in the middle of the wreckage. The Kusanagi is free of its sheath in a single fluid motion, its lethal point resting a hair's breadth from your neck. My black eyes fix on yours, unyieldin…