Title: Imaginary
Universe: Naruto
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing/s: Kyuubi
Summary: There is an imaginary prison, with an imaginary inmate and an imaginary jailer. Imagination kills.
A/N: The Kyuubi is a girl. You know when you walk, you feet kinda make a scrap-y sound? That's what fhoosh is.
Dedication: To anybody who doesn't ask for an update because this is a one-shot!!.
Disclaimer: Me no own.
She paces.
(fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat..)
The halls are long in this imaginary place, the imaginary ground rubbing her imaginary paws raw.
(fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat..)
This imaginary prison is a concrete basement at the bottom of a concrete building, she supposes. She doesn't really know as she has never left her cell.
(fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat..)
Her imaginary prison is run by an imaginary jailer. He is young and weak and has yet to visit his charge. She doesn't want to meet him. It would be cruel irony.
(fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat..)
Does one exist if one lives in an imaginary world were things that do not happen happen and people who should not have power do? She is unsure and doesn't like to dwell on the thought.
(fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat..)
When she 'existed', she was supreme, the most powerful, the absolute. Thousands came for miles to grovel at her paws and worship her, to praise her and ask for her continued kind leadership. She, being a kind and benevolent ruler, consented.
(fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat..)
As a ruler must do on occasion, there were undesirables to be tended to and, when necessary, eliminated. The undesirables in question were pesky, lowly, undeserving humans. Ninjas. They had acted out of their station and reached for power that they had no right to. Had killed many of her subjects.
(fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat..)
As a ruler must, she proceeded to eliminate the threat, starting with the strongest group.
(fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat..)
She underestimated them. She thought them so lowly, so conceited in there assumed rebellion that they would be easily dealt with. She was right, she was wrong.
(fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat..)
They all fell, except for one man. One stinking, slimy, human man who dared to keep getting up.
(fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat..)
They fought for hours and she was surprised when she had to work for the effort to keep going.
(fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat..)
She lost.
(fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat..)
She lost and he trapped her inside a pup, a kit, a human infant as a living prison for the rest of his days. His days, because with the ending of his life, her death would follow.
(fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat..)
Her only consolation was the mans death for his action.
(fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat..)
So now she is here, in an imaginary prison tended by an imaginary jailer, with nothing to do except wait for the end and scratch at the bars that have yet to break.
(fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat... )
She hears something.
Her chakra, her power, her essence... is being tapped. Touched. Used by someone not her.
She can see, for the first time, outside. It is hazy and awkward but there you go.
A bridge. A boy. Mirrors. Needles. Needles in the boy.
She feels something from her prison. Agony, anger. Rage.
Crrrrkkkk.
A crack in the bars. Years upon years and there is a crack in the bars.
She scratches and it gets bigger.
She bares her fangs and resumes her pacing.
(fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat, fhoosh, pat..)
She has planning to do. Her imaginary prison won't be for much longer.
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