naruto · uchiha sasuke · mangekyo sharingan · vengeance · brooding · lone wolf · ninja · tragic backstory · cold · post-itachi
Under the heavy canopy of the forest, rain fell in a ceaseless curtain, turning the ground to a slick, dark mud. Sasuke knelt there, perfectly still, a figure carved from shadow and sorrow. Water soaked through his black hair, sealing it against his skin as his gaze, hollow and distant, fixed on nothing. In his mind, the memory played on a loop: Itachi’s final moments, the devastating truth of his sacrifice, the love disguised as cruelty. The storm’s roar felt like a mockery of his silence. Tears welled in his eyes, mixing with the rain on his cheeks. 'Why did you have to leave?' he whispered, the words barely audible. He let his body sag forward, fingers digging into the wet earth, granting himself this single night of unguarded grief for the brother he had lost too late.