The Wrath of Kyuubi
Author: The Phoenix is Immortal
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto nor am I making any profit from this work.
Warnings: A little dark. And Kyuubi is probably OoC, but this is my own take on it. It is fanfiction, after all.
So what do you do when the container is the contained?
When the Kyuubi was sealed by the Fourth Hokage, many of the villagers believed that the child used for the sealing was indeed the demon fox.
The Third Hokage did not believe this. He put faith in the Fourth's seal and believed that the child, Naruto, to be his own person. The Kyuubi was not the child. How wrong the Third was.
The Third was wrong; the villagers right. The child once known as Naruto died the day he was born. Who now inhabits his body is the Kyuubi no Kitsune. And the Kyuubi has vowed to have his revenge on the village.
The day Kyuubi was sealed once again was a day that he would always remember. It was a pity that the Fourth was dead. The kitsune wished for the man to be alive, just so that he could rip the Fourth apart with his own claws.
The moment of freedom, just to be sealed again. At least he had killed the child of the Fourth. It was a personal revenge. His own personal revenge. The child was dead, killed the very day he was born.
The demon laughed. Oh yes, even if he could not get his revenge on the now dead Fourth Hokage, he had gotten his revenge on the Kage's legacy. The legacy of his former host, too. Yes, revenge had certainly been sweet. The only regret he had was that they were not there to see it. And not there for him to rip them apart and watch them die.
But his revenge was not finished yet. There was still the village that had survived his wrath. And not to mention that man that forcibly tried to control him.
He would destroy them. They would rue the day that they had tried to go against him. They would rue the very day that they had been born. Yes, he would get his revenge. This he vowed.
For now, he would lie in wait. Pretend. Pretend to be the long-dead Naruto. This body was not his own, but he would gain it back. Soon. Soon.
Soon he would have his form back. But for now, he would wait patiently, like the predator that he was. Was patience not a virtue? He laughed at that. Indeed, it was. A virtue indeed.
He would be able to fool the village. Kitsunes were tricksters. He was certainly no exception.
Such gullible humans. The Third especially. Only a few words about his "troubles," and the gullible human believed his every word. What a pitiful village, with a leader such as that. Pathetic.
How could he have lost to a pathetic village such as this one? Well, he would not be considered defeated for long. This village would be destroyed by his wrath. Soon. Soon. So very soon.
He would get his revenge. And Konohagakure no Sato, the pitiful village, would pay.
It would pay for every day, every minute, and every second he spent in the body that was not his own.
It would pay for the years he spent in the deplorable place. Every glare he received. Every whisper about him behind his back.
It would pay for the torments he had to endure. Him, the mighty Kyuubi no Kitsune.
How dare they? How dare they! To him? The glares, the whispers, the thrown objects. Yes, they would pay for every barb, insult, and bruise.
That was his promise, no, his vow, of vengeance. His oath of retribution to the contemptible village that so deserved it.
Had the child Naruto survived, and him, the Kyuubi sealed inside, he would have felt almost sorry for the child. Almost. More likely that he would be laughing in glee while trying to keep his host alive, if only for his own sake and survival. Of course he would never have cared for his host, had the boy even lived.
But that was not the case as it was anyway. Naruto was not alive. Only he was. Of the two that were supposed to share the body, only one survived. And he was glad it was him. He would have it no other way.
No other way. Even if he had been in a host for many, many years now.
He wondered why the seal of the Fourth had failed. Why this seal, even with the help of the Shinigami?
He could only guess that the Shinigami had made a mistake, whether it be on purpose or accidental, he did not know.
But because of that mistake, he was happy. Even if the life he led was miserable. Even if the life he led was lonely…
Even if there was no one there with him.
But, he had his freedom, however stunted in Naruto's body it was. He had his plots and plans. He would have his revenge. And that was what mattered. His revenge. And the fact that it would soon be his.
Revenge for all that had happened to him. Revenge for his loneliness, revenge for his pain. Revenge for the things out of his control. Revenge for all that had happened. Yes, his revenge. It would be his. It would soon be in his grasp. And he would execute it.
He would have it. All the while acting the innocent child, he had planned this village's destruction. This village's death.
He imagined it now. The village up in flames. The cries of fear and despair. The hopelessness in the people's eyes as they realize their beloved village was being destroyed by his, the Kyuubi no Kitsune's, wrath. The futile, useless, hopeless actions of the pitiful village's so-called ninjas.
Yes, he could imagine it…and he awaited the day that it would come. Because the day would come. And it would come soon. So very, very soon. So very, very soon. The village would die. Like his host had died.
It's a total one-eighty from my other fic, Immortal Phoenix, isn't it? Well…hope you enjoyed it.
Perhaps later,
The Phoenix is Immortal.