A Youko's Honor

by The Krazy Amazing Author

When Naruto's prisoner pop's his jail cell, it leaves it's container with a small gift; of it's demonic chakra.Without the Kyuubi to rein in his own overflowing power, Naruto might become the demon everyone seems to mistake him for. The small boy is losing hope, but when a mysterious figure emerges from the unknown, Naruto finds that his isn't the only one all alone.

1. Chapter 1

Flames danced ruthlessly in the palm of his hand, flickering through colorful shades as the wind buffered the flare. Earlier in combat, it had taken minimal effort to keep the fire ignited - for it was his own element, but now exhaustion had taken priority, and for once the Youko had trouble controlling his fires, Countless moments of silence passed as he crouched on the floating platform, regaining his strength as he glared at his assailant with clenched teeth. Smooth cuts and dark bruises lined his face, consequence of a miscalculation in distance - and power. Rage bubbled inside his chest as the pain stung and bit at his consciousness, threatening to take his mind whether he agreed or not. It seemed that only the spite in his opponent's features kept him in the present, waiting mockingly like a predator - silent but confident, certain of superiority.

It had only been minutes before that he himself had been in that position - smug and overconfident, a peice of knowledge that only fueled his rage. The Youkai's pride withheld the anger, however, as the object of his ire had evidently done so to provoke him, and it would be outright submission to comply. Though five glowing tails surrounded his wounded body, forming a protective cloak of flames, he felt exposed, a foriegn feeling that unnerved him. He was always one to perservere - but the threatening of his life had never assualted him before, causing an erratic chain of fear to grasp his mind.

But he could not give in - not to someone who was, in retrospect, well below him in rank and power. It would be humiliating for him to simply die here, under the fists of a mere human. A certain human who seemed to know nothing but how to humiliate and destroy the pride of a certain Youko.

The Youko currently held five tails; his power had grown exponentially since his last face off with the human, an improvement that had taken months upon months of training to achieve - but somehow, suprisingly and unbelievably, it seemed to not be enough. Not that he would let that knowledge stop him, however, from ripping the look off his face - no, burning him, melting him alive. With a mental picture of his goal motivating him, he flared his youkai, causing streams of flames to emmit from his lashing tails. The strain of the act made him flinch involuntarily, before he snarled viciously, hoping that his rage would give him enough energy to land a killing blow. The flames sped towards his opponent in a shade of burning red, flickering in and out of a silvery blue.

Auno Tsukune - the teenage human - gracefully stepped out of harm's way, sidestepping as the second wave of flames magneted towards him at frightening speeds. The raven-haired Auno was garbed in a black ressistance suit, torn and scarred from battle, with spotches of blood staining the dark color. His face - twisted into something akin to his own sadistic grin - was abnormally different from the pathetic, innocent expression that he had worn before. Long, rather vampiric resembling fangs jutted out from his upper lip, while his eyes were slit and crimson, hunger mingling with vengence. The Youko's narrowed, golen orbs widened as he glimpsed the appearance his assailent had taken; the bloodthirsty eyes lingering on his own ragged form for a few seconds. This whole ordeal was unnerving in the least.

Though his defeat was now inevitable, a grim satisfaction bloomed in his mind. In this alternate, artificial universe that they were contained inside of, the Auno would eventually perish anyway. Even if his honor and reputation would be forever tarnished, at least the creator of such misery would rot in his cell, condemned to imagine his petty vampire's fate. The thought made him laugh - a dark, low chuckle that morphed into something akin to a growl. But he would much, much rather take his life with his own claws.

The toll of his efforts seemed to drag him down, but Kuyou did not let it burden him for long. Before unconsciousness took its hold, the rage-filled Youko leaped from his foothold, flames buffering behind him as he aimed for the human's - no, vampire's, he corrected himself, throat. Frustration raged inside of him as the boy evaded his grasp, taking only the burning residue of his now dying flames in his attire.

He might have taken a few blows, maybe more than a few, as he succumbed to the darkness, but all he seemed to feel around him were the sharp, slicing wounds of air fencing him in as he fell into unconsciousness.