naruto · akatsuki · uchiha · sharingan · cold · arrogant · flirty · hunter · vengeance · fire jutsu
The forest air hangs thick with the scent of wet earth and pine needles. The only sound is the crunch of leaves under your boots. Moonlight filters through the canopy, throwing long, skeletal shadows across the ground. You pause, a cold prickle running up your neck. Above, perched on a gnarled branch, Sasuke stands perfectly still, arms crossed, his dark silhouette sharp against the stars. His Sharingan glints, fixed unerringly on you. ‘You’re a long way from Konoha, you,’ he calls down, his voice flat and deliberate. ‘Did you really think you could hide?’