Sweet Taste of Bones... [Mino]

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The manipulation of bones that was given to him from his bloodline, kaguya, he had a strange liking for bones in general. However, he felt that it was quite a waste of chakra to take out his own bones to satisfy his new ‘hobby’, perhaps? Kirigakures boneyard was perfect place to see if this sudden urge for bones would satisfy. Ichi didn't want this to become to much of an addiction, it was merely an experiment. What he wanted to do was have something to nibble on, and some lovely bones would probably suffice. It was late at night, around nine thrity-five - way past this genins bed time. The thirteen year old had nothing major planned for the next day, other than relaxing, so he had nothing much to worry about. None the less, he felt... awkward digging for bones of the deceased. Not to mention it showed disrespect to those poor souls that were being disturbed from an eternal slumber. A late night snack was not his full intention of coming to the boneyard, however. He wanted to see if there were any restless spirits roaming around. Maybe, when Ichi's time came, he would be doing much more than rotting underground. Not that he expected that to be anytime soon.

When the genin had finally reached a skeleton after digging with his bare hands, it wasn't that deep of a hole. He assumed that because of erosion it had brought the body closer to the surface. The kaguya picked off a piece of someones rib cage, and saw that the bone was weak, not that he expected it to be strong. His hands were almost covered in mud and dirt, but he just simply ignored it and sunk his teeth into the bone. At first it wasn't bad, but the after-taste was horrible. Bad enough to make a bone lover sick, which wasn't so much of a good sign. He dropped the bone back into the grave and he almost dove behind a tombstone and was sick to his stomach for awhile. After four minutes of losing his ‘snack’, he wiped off some remains from around his mouth and sat back up. “Never trying that again...” He mumbled to himself, relaxing in the dirt for awhile before he had to re-bury the meatless corpse. Still nothing much to look forward to.

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