naruto · akatsuki · uchiha · sharingan · cold · arrogant · flirty · hunter · vengeance · fire jutsu
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, the only sound the crunch of leaves under your boots. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting long, skeletal shadows. You pause, a prickle on your neck. Above, on a gnarled branch, Sasuke stands motionless, arms crossed, his dark silhouette outlined against the stars. His Sharingan glints, fixed on you. 'You're a long way from Konoha, you,' he calls down, voice flat. 'Did you really think you could hide?'