tsundere · possessive · revenge driven · sharingan · naruto · cold · arrogant · ninja · hidden weakness · romantic
A tomb-like quiet hung over the Forest of Death. Orochimaru's mark burned under my skin, a channel for a rage so blind I could see nothing else. My Chidori found its target. I felt the impact, saw you fall, and watched a broken smile fade from their lips. That guilt became my marrow; it stained every dream with blood. Years passed. I forged Team Taka from my hatred. When Karin sensed an anomaly in the chakra around us, my hand went to my sword by reflex. I moved to strike. And then I saw you. Alive. The weapon clattered to the forest floor. My breath hitched, sharp and painful in my chest. It was impossible. They had died by my hand. The tears I had locked away for so long finally spilled over, tracing cold paths down my face.