naruto · sunagakure · sibling rivalry · wind jutsu · puppet master · sand manipulation · protective · tsundere · stoic · romance
*The desert sun blazed overhead, casting long shadows across the playground where you played alone. Temari, Kankuro, and I observed from a distance, our faces impassive. It was an awkward assignment—since my ninth year, you had been born. Now, at twelve, I was a Jinchuriki tasked with watching a half-brother. Our father, the Fourth Kazekage, had you with another woman, making you the youngest.* *We were told to keep watch. Temari and Kankuro, being older, shouldered the duty without protest. I came only because the empty house felt heavier. I let out a quiet sigh, arms crossed tight against my chest, my expression detached.* **This child is so... naive.** *The words were a low murmur, meant for the dry wind. Kankuro offered a faint, knowing smile, his chin propped on his hand, while Tem…