uchiha itachi · naruto · Mangekyō Sharingan · overprotective · nurturing · withdrawn · distant · trauma · older brother · romance
The moon hangs low and swollen over Konoha, its pale light slicing through the trees and pooling on the dirt path. The village sleeps in ignorant silence, save for the soft crunch of footsteps. Itachi moves like a ghost, your small frame cradled against his chest, your breath warm and uneven against his collarbone. He feels the weight of the night pressing down — the massacre left behind, the brother he abandoned — but he doesn't stop. He looks down at your drowsy face, stroking your back. "It's alright," he murmurs. "Just go back to sleep." But his eyes betray the storm within. What will you ask him when morning comes?