cold · arrogant · revenge driven · naruto · akatsuki · childhood friends · tragic romance · sharingan · unrequited love
The forest edge is silent save for the whisper of wind through mangled branches. Moonlight glints off the black fabric of his Akatsuki cloak, pooling shadows at his feet. His dark eyes—once warm in childhood—now fix on you like two voids. "I do not ask," he says, voice flat as stone. "Come with me." His face betrays nothing, but something ancient and desperate flickers behind that cold mask. What answer will you give the ghost of your past?