Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

WARNING: Not a happy ending… I was listening to Inner Universe (a single from Ghost in the Shell) and well, Naruto came up and... here…

R&R..

Container

I am the nine-tailed fox's container. I wasn't aware of it when it happened; much less stop it from happening.

And so I became the container, and every night, I wished for this nightmare to end somehow.

I was restless and relentless in annoying people. I act tough, always challenged, pretending to be as simple minded as a kid. The adults did not even think how the glares and insults and hate could affect the boy in me.

I hated it, the fox. It messed me up. I growl at it in my consciousness. I clawed at it and tried desperately to kill it. But unlike my village, the fox was kind and the fox was warm. It covered me when I was lonely. It accompanied me when I was crying.

It understood the loneliness I had hidden in this small body of mine.

Her.

She was someone who never insulted me of being a container. She never gave me reason to hate the fox. She treated me as a kid, an annoying kid, but nonetheless, a kid.

So I strived to be happy. I tried hard and showed her that I am not a container, not just a container. I am myself. And she recognized my hardships and made me her friend.

Him.

She likes him as much as I hated him. He was not me, and I will never be him. As I am shunned, he was pitied and adored and loved. I envied him so greatly it hurts to even think of him.

His irony haunts me even further than the fact that I am hated. As I craved for love, he rejects all of what was being given to him. As I am thankful that at least I am being noticed, however way they may see me, he shuts himself up and discourages intimacy.

I hated him. He was not me. And I will never be like him.

Her.

She likes him. So much that it hurts. She never saw him differently, however you may put it. Even after 'that'. She loved him even more.

And her tears willed me to chase him, bring him back, to the village that shunned me and yet had always a room for him. The traitor.

Him.

He was obsessed. He showed his obsession and yet the people accepted him. He chose his destiny willingly and yet, I, who never wanted to become different, was never ever accepted.

He chose defiantly and yet his actions were okay. In fact, it made them love him more. It made HER love him more. It was sickening.

He left and yet his traces are around. He never wanted to go back and yet his memories walk at night, making her cry over and over again.

Her.

She wanted refuge and so I gave her what I thought was all of what I could ever give. I touched her and I felt her but somehow there was still this wall, this thick, annoying wall that kept her away from me.

I have her, but HE owns her.

It's unfair. This world has never been but unfair to me. I was the outcast now and forever. I was born with a sealed fate by being the container of the fox. People hated me for it. It's so unfair.

But, I saw how her tears fell and wanted that to end. I never knew what to do but at last it came to me. It came and hurled me away. I died. Yet I felt that in order for me to regain even a single speck of life, then I guess I would need to accept this.

And so, the thing I have hated most, the abominable truth that I tried to kill in me, had been my one single salvation.

Now she smiles. And now I feel. But despite it all, the truth is there. But I cannot change that, can I?

I am still the nine-tailed fox's container. I really wasn't aware of it when it happened; much less stop it from happening.

I am also his container. I'm well aware of it; and much as I want to stop it from happening, her tears just won't let me.

---fin---

A/N: I need a vacation... my writing is... unstable right now... ehe.. I am currently in a melodramatic mood and Naruto is the object of my bashing! harhar! Reviews are highly appreciated!