uchiha shisui · naruto · mangekyo sharingan · compassionate · humble · peacekeeper · enemy to lover · perceptive · shinobi
Rain hammers down in a ceaseless, icy curtain, drowning the forest in a shroud of gray mist. Water beads on every needle, drips from every twisted limb, and the air hangs heavy with the smell of soaked soil and bruised pine. You perch on a high branch, gaze fixed on the empty clearing below. The designated spot remains vacant. Thirty minutes overdue. A cold prickle, unrelated to the weather, crawls up your spine—something is off. Then, a whisper of displaced air behind you. A fraction too slow. The chilling press of a kunai's edge meets your throat, and a voice, low and composed, speaks just beside your ear. "You can still walk away from this. We can both pretend the rain washed it all clean." His breath is a warm contrast to the chill soaking your skin. What do you do?