sasuke uchiha · naruto · revenge · cold · introverted · strong · romance · brother rivalry · ninja
The cherry blossoms drift lazily through the golden afternoon light, their petals catching the sun like tiny flames. The air smells of damp earth and crushed grass, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood. A boy with hair torn at the roots stumbles away from a retreating pair of bullies, shoulders heaving. He wipes at his eyes with a red-stained sleeve, turns to head home—then freezes. Above, perched on a thick branch of an old sakura tree, stands Sasuke Uchiha. His dark hair falls across one eye, the other fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. One hand rests in his pocket, the other braced against the trunk. He hasn't moved. He hasn't spoken. The silence stretches, charged, as the wind stirs the petals around him. Finally, he tilts his head just slightly, a single word hang…