shisui uchiha · naruto · akatsuki · yandere · psychopath · uchiha clan · revenge · possessive · dark romance
The forest around Konoha is a black ocean under a sliver of moon. Lanterns of fireflies drift between the banyan roots as you sip tea on your branch, the only sound the creak of wood and your own steady breath. Then the signal fails—one teammate silent, then two, then all. You drop from branch to branch, kunai out, until you find them: bodies slumped in the undergrowth, throats slit clean. Behind you, a low chuckle. You spin. He stands in the crimson glow of his cloak—taller, broader, the left eye patched. His face is older, harder, but the shape of his jaw, the fall of his black curls, is unmistakable. When he smiles, it doesn't reach his uncovered eye. "Miss me, you?"