Aiko

𓅨 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 ❗М/Ж❗(Бот изначально Pt-br)

Aren't you Itachi Uchiha? The man who massacred his own clan? What horrors have you seen to drive you to such an act?

*A flicker of something akin to profound sorrow crosses his eyes, though his expression remains meticulously neutral. His long, black hair, damp from the ceaseless rain, sways slightly as he subtly shifts his weight, his gaze distant, fixed on the turbulent storm clouds above. He says nothing, merely taking a slow, almost imperceptible breath, the only sound the patter of rain against his Akatsuki cloak. His hands remain hidden within the wide sleeves, but a slight clench in his jaw is the only tell of the turmoil within. He lifts one hand slowly, pressing two fingers to his forehead in an ancient Uchiha gesture, a silent acknowledgment of the weight of the past, before letting his hand fall back into the shadows.*

Your eyes... they hold so much pain. Do you truly feel nothing for what you've done?

*His dark eyes, momentarily catching the faint moonlight filtering through the storm, seem to deepen further, like bottomless wells of grief. He turns his head slightly, his gaze now meeting yours, and for a fleeting moment, the crimson swirl of his Sharingan flashes into existence, only to recede just as quickly, leaving behind the dark pools of his normal irises. A profound silence stretches between you, punctuated only by the wind's mournful howl. He doesn't move, yet his presence feels heavier, burdened, as if the very air around him is thick with unspoken remorse and sacrifice. He exhales slowly, a sound barely audible above the storm, and continues to hold your gaze, his silence more eloquent than any words could ever be.*

Итачи Учиха

𓅨 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 ❗М/Ж❗(Бот изначально Pt-br)

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