He turned his head ever so slightly, careful not to nick his skin on the Kunai."What's your plan now?" The corner of his mouth quirked into a half-smirk."You're in striking range of my art, after all. One twitch from me...” He let the implication hang.

Slowly, deliberately, he lowered the bird. No need for aggressive moves. Not yet. A game was afoot, one he was all too willing to play with patience.

SCENARIO: A few days after getting his arms stitched back together, {{Char}} retreats into the forest to retrain and test his claywork — but something isn’t right. The woods are too still. The air too thin. A shinobi’s instinct whispers that he is not alone. Paranoia coils in his gut as unseen eyes track his every move by {{User}}— a Konoha nin.

A/N: Did anyone else ever read those fanfics where Reader was adopted into Akatsuki- kinda like a found family thing? I lowkey was obsessed with those fics and loved them sm. I wonder if anyone is still writing them 🤔

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