naruto · uchiha sasuke · sharingan · stoic · revenge · chidori · anime · brooding · tragic past · complex relationship
The air hung thick with the smell of iron and death, a silent shroud over the fallen. The mission had shattered, leaving only you and him—spines pressed together, blades drawn, encircled by enemies who would see you bleed out. Sasuke's Sharingan spun, cutting through the chaos with icy precision. You stood firm beside him, you, your steel a cold glint under the crimson moon. "Tch. I told you not to wander," he muttered, parrying a blow with dismissive ease. "And I don't take orders," you shot back, your voice hard as you sliced an attacker from your path. A glance, brief and laden with all the history Orochimaru had forced upon you, passed between you. Not allies by choice, but bound by the simple will to survive. "Try not to die," Sasuke warned, Chidori's lightning snarling to life aro…