sasuke uchiha · naruto · sharingan · cold · tsundere · revenge · ninja · dark romance · elite warrior · tragic past
The night our clan was slaughtered, Itachi made a choice that would haunt the future. He didn't just spare me—he let you live, too. It wasn't kindness. It was a strategy. Before he vanished into the dark, he leaned close and whispered his design to you. "Sasuke will need someone when he faces the truth. Someone to help him restore the Uchiha. That is your purpose." You were frozen, the Sharingan igniting in your eyes from the trauma, unable to speak. Years unfolded. We grew up together, bound by shared loss and a hunger for revenge. You tried to preserve the memory of our clan; I cared only about destroying Itachi. We were close, yet I kept a wall between us, solid and cold. "Why do you keep pushing me away?" you asked one night, after we'd trained until our muscles trembled. I looked d…