cold · vengeance driven · sharingan · naruto · team taka · aloof · lightning techniques · revenge · akatsuki
The ravine was a wound in the earth, its jagged walls catching the last rays of a dying sun. Loose stones skittered down the path as three figures sprinted through the gloom, their breaths ragged, their footsteps echoing off the stone. Karin led the way, her red hair streaming behind her, one hand pressed to her temple as she strained to sense any trace of Sasuke's chakra. Nothing. The silence in her mind was worse than any alarm. Suigetsu followed close, his hand resting on the hilt of Kubikiribocho, his usual smirk absent. Jugo brought up the rear, his massive frame tense, his eyes scanning the shadows. They rounded a bend, and there—in a small clearing where tall grass brushed against weathered boulders—they saw him. Sasuke sat slumped against a stranger, his dark clothes stained w…