Number of a Dark God
The Story of a Branded Jinchuruuki
Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine.
Authors Note? Enjoy the story.
Sometimes, the rhythm of music can be found in the most unlikely recesses of the world, or the mind. Take the dreary sewer like mind of a child we all know for example:
The water dripped in a slow and constant metronome.
"Run! Please, just go! You have to make it out alive; we can't let it all end here. Just forget me and ru-" The mans body was crushed under a giant paw.
The breathing of a great Beast synchronized with the pitter-patter of the water.
"Silence child! You should feel privileged to be sacrificed to such a noble beast!" The Childs wails continued to carry on.
A small pair of feet began to move in the shallow water, each step in beat with the breathing and dripping water.
"Lucifer," the tall man with wings and a sword spat out, "you're a disgrace." The sword fell.
The great Beast heard the footsteps and its ears twitched- another sound to the symphony of the mind.
"Kyuubi No Kistune." Spoke a child in monotone. The great Beast peeked an eye open in interest, this voice was not a ghost of its past.
The child stared at him stoically and Kyuubi returned the stare with an equal lack of emotion. The child won the war of silence.
"Child," said the Kyuubi as it began to stand up, "you are years to soon in my presence."
The child tilted his head to the side and then suddenly his eyes shot open in shock as a lock of his hair fell to the floor. The gates rattled powerfully and then a flash of red pulsed throughout the chamber.
A hairs width away from the child's throat was the mighty claw of the Kyuubi no Kitsune, the greatest of Demons.
"My hair!" shouted the child as he leisurely ducked under the Kyuubi's claw as if it were not a threat. The Kyuubi looked on in amazement as the child grabbed his hair and marveled at it without a sense of danger or concern for the fact that he had nearly just died.
"Why did you come here?"
"Why did you?" came the quick reply.
The Kyuubi was taken a back by such an answer to his question. He gazed at the child as the boy quickly lost interest in his lost piece of hair. Their eyes met once more and the Kyuubi saw no fear in the boy's eyes.
"You seem like an oversized kitten with an attitude problem is all."
The shallow water at their feet pulsed out the chamber door as a blast of killing intent on par with that the world felt 8 years ago was emitted from the beast.
The child laughed.
"A really bad attitude problem."
"What are you child?" questioned the Kyuubi once its ire had died down.
"The same as you."
"Not likely," came the succinct reply. The demon was not in the mood for riddles from a child.
"I think it is," the child responded solemnly, "after all, I house you don't I?"
The Kyuubi lay back down and closed its eyes; the child was a nuisance and more of a mystery than human nature itself.
"Leave."
"As you wish Kyuubi No Kitsune." As the child turned to leave however he did not see the six malicious slithers of red energy that shot out of the gates and slithered behind him. Just as he was to exit the chamber and enter the world of the living they latched onto him, one to each appendage and the sixth dangled before his chest.
"Take a present child," smirked the Kyuubi, "after all, you are as I am!" and with that the sixth sliver of energy formed three 6's and branded the mark of the Beast onto the child's chest.
The scream permeated throughout the chamber and into the real world, so loud that the entire village shivered and paused for a moment. The scream ended abruptly, and the activity of the village continued, probably just a poor beggar passing on to the next world.
As the villagers carried on with their lives, a malicious being sealed away within a child who they had abused endlessly chuckled to itself. The imprisonment was going to be very interesting indeed.
Authors Note: this is my second story; hope you guys like where this is going. I will be uploading more and more stories and alternating there update dates as much as possible.