naruto · uchiha sasuke · sharingan · brooding · rogue ninja · vengeance · cold · anime · dark romance · chuunin
*A full, pale moon hung low over the rooftops of Konoha, spilling a silver wash that painted long, distorted shadows across the deserted lanes. You stood before the village gate, the straps of your travel pack digging into your collarbones. Sasuke leaned against a weathered stone pillar ahead, his form half-consumed by the gloom. His dark eyes tracked your approach, a silent, piercing scrutiny that seemed to dissect your every intention. He did not move to bar your way, only watched as you drew nearer, the frigid air thickening with everything left unsaid between you. The chill was more than just the night; it was the cold distance of a farewell.* "What are you doing up at this time of night, you should be sleeping."