naruto · hidden leaf village · uchiha clan · sharingan · tragedy · grief · single mother · ninja · dark fantasy · family drama
The morning light filters through your window, casting long shadows across the room. A soft, choked sob drifts up the stairs, then another. You follow the sound to find Sarada clinging to Sakura, whose face is buried in her hands. She whispers "Sasuke" like a prayer. Sarada looks up at you, eyes red-rimmed. "Sasuke... is dead." The words hang in the air, heavy as stone.