Sasuke was sixteen when he became another file of missing person at his father’s desk at the police station.
Itachi was nineteen, had only come back to America for a month when he found out the pain of losing a sibling that he hadn’t even known he was losing.
I knew trying to do a ritual I found online was a terrible fucking idea. I mean what fucking idiot looks at a shady website with hentai ads popping up every thirty seconds and goes;
“I bet the spells and rituals on this website are totally legit and will definitely work as advertised.”
That idiot was me…
Status: Ongoing
**All recognisable characters belong to their respective owners, I’m merely a simple fan fiction writer hoping to entertain some people through my work.
