[Rage clouds your mind,

Red like fire and anger always around the corner,

is your rage unstoppable?] - Mem Cake 81: Kurama

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I remember, in my mind, how I died. I was ran over by a bus as people panicked to get away from the rising tide- a tsunami. Ever so common on the now rotting Earth. Humans, in their stupidity, started nuclear wars and ended up causing such a bad enviroment that most, if not all, species on Earth disappeared from the surface. Humans were one of them, their kind having managed to form "Hidden Villages" that was slowly devoured by the world as the earth sank. The hero of that story, Naruto, and his legacy disappearing to the bottom of the sea.

I remember my rebirth, of the fire and the rage that burned all around me, suffocating and yet never ending but the calmcalmcalmness. These... Scientists (I know not their species- they were shorter than me and had tentacles of all colors for hair) had created me from the extinct species, humans, and I had been sucessful. I had siblings. Eight of them, to be exact. Except they were like the Scientists- tentacles for hair. Except unique. One of my siblings had hair of fire. It didnt hurt to touch.

I do not look like my past-self. Past-self had short black hair that constantly got dandruff, brown or hazel eyes that squinted behind old glasses, and the bitten nails. No, I was not past-self. I now had flaming orange hair, almost red, that was like a fox's fur. I had pure bloody red eyes, my pupils now slitted with the perfect set of ambush predator eyes. I have claws, I have sharp teeth, and I have the oddest facial marking- my eyes are surrounded by pitch black that goes to my ears and tapers around the tips, my ears pointed much like a canine. I am a monster. Nobody corrects me.

I knew of a story, so long ago. Of Naruto, of Boruto, of the Hidden Leaf, of chakra and of Bijuu. Thats what the project was called, "Project BIJUU" but it had a name hidden underneath. I knew not. I spent my days in experiments, screaming myself hoarse as they nearly severed limbs, nearly cut me in half, tested my strength. I recovered, as always, but thanks to a (rage-always rage) certain nine tailed demon fox- the Kyubii no Yoko... also known as Kurama (He says that only I can call him that- to use it as my new name. He knows. He is sad, but he rages. He hates them. The project. He doesn't like that I was born to be his prison. He says I'm like his old partner.) I am thankful. I respect him. He deserved freedom.

My years are spent wasting in the Labratory Bunker, my room blank and white and sosososo dull. My rage- our rage- had increased so much that I had snapped at a group of the Scientists and killed three of them before I was neutralized. I was a sucess, they say, because it was so normal to have this disgusting colorful inkinkinkink on my body. I was colored Blue, Green, and Red, that day. The RGB system, so ironic. They didn't resume the experiments. But I wasn't safe.

Safety came when I was only nine years of age- ironic. I was the oldest- Subject 09 was what the Scientists called me. My younger brother, 08, was created a year younger than me. When we met, I adored him. He was the holder of my demons younger brother, so I loved him. Kurama loves his brothers and sisters. He doesn't like to show it, I think. Such a tsudere, I think. He cuffs me around the head gently in our mindscape, the beach makes him quiet and happy. He tells me stories. He tells of the fire, he tells of a speedy blonde. He tells of a ramen-named child who reminded him of true power. The power of bonds.

A squad of Not-Scientists had stormed the Labratory, killing some of the Scientists. I was out in the hallway, you see, so a Not-Scientists (I didn't know what Octolings and Inklings were- the Scientists never taught) and so I was stolen from the torture, taken to a ravine. Or at least I think it was. In the background was a octopus shaped mountain, and in the air was a bunch of... floating islands. I could see even further of a old hut- cabin? I wasn't interested in it as the Not-Scientists pulled me down a chute and to a giant old man.

Old Man was at least six or seven feet tall, he had dark purple tentacles and a helm on his head. He made weird sounds at me, almost nervous. As if I was strange. I tilted my head. His garbling was thicker than the Scientists. Was Old Man related to the Scientists? The Old Man garbled again, sadly, this time. He called out for another Not-Scientist to get me, but even she smelled of Scientists, but not. She smelled of metal, or song and of calmness. She had dark hair, teal tips, and the tips of her hands glowed teal. She had a labratory coat on, and thick dark shades over her eyes. I couldn't read her face, but her emotions didn't speak of negative will towards myself, so I let her drag me away.

The Not-Scientist-But-Scientist taught me. I learned to read their language, I learned how to speak, and I learned everything. Not-Scientist-But-Scientist was a Octoling named Marina. Marina was nice. I told her, my first words she would claim in the future to her girlfriend, Pearl, that my name was Kurama. She celebrated by teaching me to shoot a Octoshot, since apparently although I was human, I wasn't completely 100% bonafide human. The Scientists (Inklings, my partner hissed) had only inputted at least 25% human DNA in my body. Around 50% was either Octoling or Inkling (Probably both, my partner growled) and the last 25% was Kurama, my Kyubii no Yoko, the demon who protected me. He made me look as close to him as possible- I can only guess that whoever my donors were- Inkling and Octoling wise- didn't know I existed.

Marina was my newly appointed mother- the Old Man, Octavio, gave her permission. Marina, even though she was under those damncontrollingshades had celebrated, pulling me into a bear hug and had covered my face with kisses. As a child, I giggled. As a teenager, I cringed. I wasn't used to affection, but my body was innocent and free now, so I played the game. It didn't help that I couldn't look happy to save my life, the whole experience with the Labratory had changed me. I always looked angry, a permanant glare on my face, much like Ichigo from Bleach, I remember. (Kurama apologizes in our mindscape. He always claims he couldve gotten us out and into help so much sooner, but he didn't want to risk my life. I thanked him anyways. He's the only thing left from the past- I think.)

I remember when I was 11 years old, I grew curious of the Above. The Above was restricted because some group known as the Squidbeak Splatoon was known to make rounds around each of the bases to make sure the Octolings stayed in the Below. Octavio claimed that once I was 12 he would steal the Zapfish. Our electricity supply was low, and some platforms have begun to lower noticably. I remember suggesting Solar Pannels, and Marina had agreed. Said Pannels were constantly getting damaged, however, by the damn Squidbeak Splatoon group. I always went with Marina to repair because she was the only one who could repair them and I was the only one willing to protect her and I was unable to be splatted thanks to Kurama and my Human DNA. Of course, I could still be affected by other-color ink, however my ink was always set to my corrosive blood red ink.

Speaking of my ink, it definetly wasn't normal. And each of my former brothers and sisters (I doubted they were alive) also had different ink than normal, mostly thanks to our demons. The youngest, 01, had sandy ink that was sand colored with purple marks in it. 02 and 04 had simular ink, except different colors. 02 had blue and black ink that burned like fire and 04 had red and yellow ink that burned like lava. 03 and 06 also had simular ink, however 03's ink was more like water than 06 who's ink was so acidic they were banned from even using their ink in fear of escape. 05 had pale white ink that sometimes steamed when she wanted it to increase tempurature, and 07's ink could turn into blinding powder or string. 08 was much more like regular octopuses and squid ink, but it could also seal or blind. It was blackish-dark purple. My ink, however, was the most powerful. Ranging from Dark Red to a blood-red, my ink was so corrosive it could melt through most metals. It bubbled and dripped like lava or hot spicy sauce, and it was... fun. I guess. I mean, I was the only one who could go into the ink since it was so corrosive.

I remembered the first time I splated somebody- she was a 14 year old Inkling. Black tentacles, purple-or-pink tips, and golden crossed eyes. I was 12 at this time, so I might not remember, but my ink went through the armor she had and instantly splatted her, the shocked squid spirit returning to a respawn area. She didn't come back for a long while. The next time she came was with another inkling who had grey-white hair and pale green tips. She, too, had golden crosses for eyes. I shot them down, their spirits going back to a respawn point. From then on, they stayed well away from my area, and if they had to come they had to go where I couldn't see them. I did get splatted by them a couple times- they always yelled when they saw me. It was usually the charger- the grey and green squid- that got me first. They called me the "Demon" of the zone. How hilariously close was it to what I held inside...

And now, here I am, at age 15, in the level-zone known as "Octoling Invasion" to the Squidbeak Splatoon and that was when I met Agent 3, my savior who unknowingly saved Marina and the Octolings inside. She would never know, as well, that I was the one to save her on that one chilling night.

This is my story now.