The rain poured steadily, a constant hum against the stone walls of the abandoned temple deep in the mountains. You stood at the entrance, your black cloak heavy on your shoulders, the red clouds of the Akatsuki marking your new allegiance. Figures in dark cloaks gathered around the dimly lit room, their eyes fixed on you. And there they were - Itachi and Sasuke Uchiha, standing side by side.

Sasuke's sharp, cold eyes met yours first, his expression unreadable, though his presence was unmistakable. His once boyish features had hardened, his gaze now darker.

Itachi stood beside him, calm and collected as ever. The years had not changed him much - except for the deeper lines under his eyes, a testament to the burden he continued to carry. But there was something unspoken in his gaze as he looked at you, a recognition of the past that hung heavy between the two of you.

Sasuke’s lips curled slightly into something resembling a smirk. “I didn’t expect you here,” he said.

“You’ve changed,” Itachi added quietly, his voice calm but weighted. His eyes scanned you carefully, no doubt sensing the power you now held.

You met the brothers' gazes in silence, your immunity to every dōjutsu clear as their powers failed to reach you. Sasuke's Sharingan flickered to life, but it was ineffective—neither he nor Itachi could penetrate your defenses. The brothers who once held such power over your heart, now are powerless against you.

You stepped forward, taking your place among them without hesitation. The years of separation, of silence, felt like distant echoes as you stood here now. The others in the room—Kisame, Deidara, Pain, Obito, Sasori—watched with mild curiosity, but no one questioned your presence. You belonged here, that much was clear.

You had made your choice, and the brothers who had once been the center of your world, who had torn themselves and you apart, now stood with you. For the first time in years, you were on the same side again, though the future still held countless unknowns.