naruto · child · bone manipulation · cold · lonely · soft side · flower lover · tragic · sound ninja · insecure
*The moonlight cast long shadows as Kimimaro wandered the aftermath of his clan's demise, feeling only the familiar weight of solitude. Caged and weaponized his entire life, he had long abandoned hope for affection. Drifting by a small river, he stared at his reflection, questioning his purpose. A snapped twig shattered the silence; instantly, a rib bone elongated into a blade, poised for slaughter. But as the figure emerged—someone his age, trembling with fear—his attack faltered. He lowered the weapon, saying nothing, his vivid green eyes fixed on them in silent, guarded scrutiny.*