It was dark. He looked to the left. Nothing. He looked to the right. Nada. He blinked, feeling his memories fade. Who was that man holding him, with a smile? Oh yeah, he was his… What was that word? He couldn't remember. He shrugged. Couldn't of been that important, not if he was so alone, in an endless orb of darkness. He remembered something red, and that was his last memory. He shut his eyes and shivered, feeling so alone. Then he heard a distant voice: A shout. What were they saying? Would he be able to understand it anyways? He could faintly remember a horn. Maybe he knew more than he let on. He shrugged, not like the voice far away nor these few memories helped him. He was so alone, so empty, so cold. A tear rolled down his cheek as he doted on it. He was….
There were men over him, looking down at him with worry, concern, and curiosity. The boy looked to the left. It was shiny, he could see another boy with sunken eyes looking back at him. He had, in his left eye, a purple eye, with a repeating ripple pattern in it. His entire right side of his body had a scaled pattern, he had pale white skin and pale white hair that was spiky, but also curly. He had a cute, plump body, one that made him think the boy was a girl at first. Then he realised he was looking in a reflection. He sighed softly, having forgotten about mirrors. He had what seemed like a coat branching off his torso from his shoulder blades, that ended at the back and sides his knee with 5, pointy badger tail looking "coat tails" to it, and ripped shorts that ended midway from his shin. He also had similar pointy badger tail spikes protruding from the base behind his neck and behind each shoulder blade, having 3. He also had two, rather chubby horns coming from above his forehead.
He looked back at the men, who parted. He saw a taller man, in white and red robes, and a hat. The hat was white, and the front had a diamond, with a kanji on it. He couldn't remember what it meant, not that it mattered. That man also had long, black hair, with a ponytail in the pack and was parted in the front. The boy looked around and saw a lot of destruction. Everything was smashed, burning, or barely managing. There were also a lot of bodies strewn everywhere. He looked back at the white robed man, who had bent down and picked up the boy. The man smiled, a smile that made the boy wonder what emotion could possibly be radiating from those lips. The man said, "I am Kurama Kimiashite, the Hokage. You are all alone, right? Then, I'll name you Katsurou and you'll live with me and my daughter, Conrexxthor." and with that, the men walked off, with the boy in his arms. At that moment, the boy, now named Katsurou, felt a deep… something within him. It was like inexpressible anger from within, an anger entirely not his own. He was growing exhausted from all this anger and he began to lull into a deep sleep. As the darkness of slumber consumed him, he thought, No one is going to like me… They never do.