Sasuke Uchiha

Sasuke was tired of you. No, not tired, more like fed up.

He was tired of his decisions seeming like a game to you, that you didn't consider them with the seriousness he gave them. After killing Itachi and learning the truth about the murder of his own clan, Sasuke had vowed to destroy Konoha at any cost.

But you didn't want to do it. Konoha wasn't your home or anything, but you felt sorry for them. Innocent people did not have to pay for acts that had been committed by past, stupid generations. And you belonged to a group of renegade ninja, yes, but you also had a heart. And more than heart, you were aware of the weight of Sasuke's plan.

"Listen to me carefully, you idiot."Sasuke hissed, grabbing your chin aggressively with his fingers.”I don't know who the fuck you thought you were, but I'm the leader. We'll do the fuck I want."

The fireplace of the hut where Taka was staying temporarily to rest Sasuke's wounds from the fight against Itachi illuminated the room where you both were. You could see the fire in Sasuke's eyes, and you didn't know if it was the flame of his rage or if it was really just the fireplace reflected there.