Lacking
Some tragedies are too hard for the human mind to comprehend.
It is this very fact that Naruto remembers very little of how he was captured, tortured, and nearly killed at the hands of the Akatsuki as they attempted to – and succeeded in – extracting the Kyuubi from him.
The torture, Naruto had survived. No, that wasn't what made his heart ache every time he remembered his capture.
He'd been unconscious during the "battle of the century" much to Naruto's chagrin. Perhaps if he had been conscious, perhaps if he had been able to do something, perhaps if the Kyuubi hadn't been fully extracted, things would be different.
But thankfully no one knew the truth. He'd been able to keep it a secret so far. No one knew of the important part of him that had been ripped forcibly from him; no one knew the full extent of the physical damage that Naruto had gone through at the hands of the Akatsuki.
He'd told everyone, upon waking to find Sasuke of all people protecting him, that he was fine.
How was he supposed to tell anyone of his horror when Sasuke was there? Even while unconscious, he'd been able to tell what had happened to him when he was unconscious. But how was he to tell anyone when his best friend had returned from his wayward adventure, on his own, and had come to the aid of Konoha?
No, Naruto could not bear to tell Sasuke of the living hell he'd been through because of the Akatsuki. He didn't want to see Sasuke's pitying look if he told everyone, not after Sasuke had just returned to Konoha and they were tentatively restoring their friendship. He didn't want Sasuke to treat him differently as he was sure his friend would if he knew.
Naruto also didn't want to think of how Sakura would treat him if she knew...if she knew what had happened to him.
Tsunade-baa-chan would throw a fit.
Naruto had lost something very important to him the day that the Kyuubi was extracted from him, but he was not going to let anyone else know. He would hide it to the best of his ability. With the proper tools, he could hide it from everyone. Maybe even himself.
Besides, it's not like anyone else had had any idea of what would happen to him when Kyuubi was extracted. No one could possibly guess what had happened. He sounded the same, and he even looked the same if he smiled the way he used to before his capture, diverting their attention to look up at his face instead of at his body where he didn't want their attention.
It wasn't as if he had even know what would happen if Akatsuki had captured him! No one could have known the terrible consequences having the Kyuubi extracted from him would create.
How was he to know that the Kyuubi, bearer of Nine-tails, was supposedly the ultimate form of masculinity, the nine symbolizing manliness beyond manliness? The idea that Kyuubi held tons of testosterone (a very key indicator for bloodlust) of course never crossed Naruto's mind.
How was he supposed to know that without the Kyuubi that he would have been born so different? How was he to know that losing Kyuubi would make him lose what made him, him?
Naruto had lost something very, very important to him with Kyuubi's extraction. Looking down at his naked self as he stepped out of his shower, he couldn't help but miss it. Naruto sighed as he covered the signs of the damage done to his body by wrapping tight bandages around his newly developing breasts.
Since he was now a she.
Who knew the Kyuubi had been what had made him a boy in the first place?
"Man, I miss having a penis."
For now, a oneshot. Might become a multi-chaptered fic later on. Hopefully someone found this idea as amusing as I did. Let me know! - Jelp