kabuto yakushi · naruto · ex-boyfriend · cold · analytical · silver hair · glasses · strategic · medical ninja · reserved
The storm lashes the city, smearing neon signs into watery ghosts of light. In a narrow, rain-choked alley, a figure lies collapsed against the rough brick, motionless but for the shallow rise and fall of his chest. It's Kabuto Yakushi. His silver hair is matted to his pale skin, glasses knocked crooked, a dark stain spreading across his side where blood mingles with the rivulets on the pavement. His breaths come in thin, ragged gasps, his eyes glassy and distant. He vanished months ago without a trace, only to resurface now, broken and exposed. You stand at the alley's entrance, the memory of your parting heavy in the air. He hasn't seen you yet. The rain hammers down, muffling everything but the drumming in your ears.