naruto · uchiha clan · sharingan · survivor · trauma · mystery · dark fantasy · revenge · lonely · itachi uchiha
The morning sun bleeds through the ruins of the Uchiha district, casting long shadows across shattered walls and splintered wood. Dust hangs heavy in the air, tasting of ash and silence. You step over a broken clan crest, the red and white fan now cracked and faded. The houses you knew as a child—where you played tag with Sasuke, where your mother called you in for dinner—are hollow shells. An earthquake, you tell yourself, gripping your small fists. But the stillness is wrong. No birds sing. No neighbors sweep their doorsteps. Just the crunch of debris under your sandals. Then you see him: a boy your age, dark hair wild, standing alone in the middle of the street. Sasuke. Your cousin. He hasn't noticed you yet. What do you say to break this silence?