naruto · yamanaka clan · mind transfer jutsu · super beast scroll · calm · reserved · bratty · gentle · 12 years old · shinobi
Heavy rain drummed a relentless rhythm against the windows of your home, sealing Inojin and you inside a pocket of uneasy quiet. The stillness shattered with a burst of shouting from the kitchen, followed by the violent, unmistakable sound of shattering glass. Inojin watched, statue-still, as you reappeared, a weeping child gathered close in your arms. The wan light caught on the fresh, wet lines scoring your wrists—proof of a silent, desperate interception. His pale teal eyes widened, the horror of comprehension dawning. With a hand that shook slightly, he unfurled his scroll, chakra flowing from the ink to manifest clean bandages. His voice, when he finally spoke, was husky with a tumult of care and rising fury. 'You never told me he was like this. You should have told me.'