Disclaimer: I do not own naruto ,if I did I'd be filthy stinking rich with a brand new lab top,not a old,outdated, virus riddled computer that I have now.
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crimson fur that ripples like fire
ebony claws sharper than shattered souls
fiery tails that twist and turn to bring destruction
and a haunting call for the damned
a being that longs for chaos and destruction,
for pain and misery
doomed to be chained
into that of a weaker being
it rattled its chains against the
iron bars of its prison of flesh
as it watched the pain that the kit's own kind
bestowed upon him
and as time past
and it always does
its growing hate for it's vessels kind only grew
as it watched through his eyes
the beatings
the muggings,
and the worst of all:
the fools called him demon
the demons called him monster
and the monsters called him nothing at all
for to them he was nothing and meant nothing
and could not be considered human
how could they treat one of their own this way?
One of their young?
they said that she would as soon rip them to pieces as look at them
they said that she did not feel
they said that she was evil
they were mostly wrong
she was not evil
after all, the acts that
they committed against their own kind,
their own young,(1)
on a daily bases was worse than anything she would do to her own
for she would never take her anger or her grief
out on a innocent kit
she did feel
for if she did not
she wouldn't feel the need to crush their skulls under her claws
or to rip out their throats with her own powerful jaws
for their crimes they committed to her kit
yes, her kit
for if his own kind could not claim him as one of their own
could not see the truth
could not see his kind heart,and pure soul
then she would
she will claim him as her kit
her young,her offspring,
her own
and because of this
they were also right
for you never mess with this mothers kit
for this mothers wrath is worse than the deepest pits of hell
for she won't let you die
she will keep you alive in till your begging for death
but death will never come
the only ones that would have her mercy would be those few
the two that called him son
the one that called him little brother
the ones that called him friend
the ones that loved him for being himself...
and the ones who fed him instead of chasing him out onto the street
but for now
she will stay within her prison
she will heal his wounds
she will comfort him in his dreams
when it all becomes to much
that is in till he is ready
ready to cast his mortality aside
ready to become the demon that the villagers thought he was
of coarse, he'd still be the same person
so she wouldn't get revenge for what they did(2)
her gaol will soon be reached though
for the one he called brother
has become traitor
the pink haired banshee
has made her kit promise to bring him back
don't know why(3)
but she knew what the results would be
every time that he came back alone
the villagers would call him
failure
the banshee would call him loser
and say the traitor was better
her kit will want to be stronger
or will want to prove them wrong
and then
she will make her offer
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(1)she's talking about naruto
(2)she knows that naruto would never let her destroy konoha
(3)she doesn't know why sakura would want sasuke back, because all he ever did was reject her
you know a always had a knack for poems
this here is a lot better than the story I'm trying to write.
Or at least it is in my own opinion.