A/N: Well hello there old and new readers. First off, I would like to thank you for your support in my old story 'Wills of Legacy', as you might know this is the revised version, the hopefully better and more organized story than my previous one. And forgive me is there are some errors in the spellings.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or KHR.

P.S. I need some help! -Looking for someone who is willing to Beta this for me~

Chapter 1: Prologue

Long ago, in the time where Egyptians worship the Sun God, where Greeks fear the wrath of Zeus and where the Empire of Rome stood gloriously above its people. It was an age where humans flourished through their ideas and philosophies, advanced through their wondrous inventions and technologies. It was an age of prosperity and perhaps with a small nudge to the right direction, humans would reach the peak of their potential, a potential that will change the future drastically...

...However, war happened.

Blood has been shed, tears flowed in grief and despair and dignities trampled into the dirt. All of these, genocide and mass destruction happened in honor of the banner humans held above their head. As the time continued to flow unyieldingly, religions propagated, cultures conquered one another and it resulted to endless conflicts that continued to appear, giving more fire to the burning pit called war. Because of this, the potential of the humans has been long lost, hidden beneath the deaths of the defeated.

It was a potential for human evolution, a potential that was lost...

Yet found at the same time...

Peace...

That was the only thing he can describe the situation right now. Three millennias... He idly noted, three thousand years and peace still reigns in their country, no war nor conflicts has shed a blood that leads to pain. Granted that it might be due to the yearly competitions they held as an act to show their talents and maybe release some pent up energies against one another, besides it's a good way to pass some time. Nonetheless, this peaceful era was an era he would willingly protect, the laughter and joy of his people and the lively countenance of the country was more than enough of a reason.

He released a soft sigh as he gazed at the chamber before him, this place has been rebuilt/redesigned after each successor sat on their throne, it ended as tradition of some sort as each of the surpassing generation added and replaced something. But to be honest, he was rather fond of the design his predecessor made with the chamber. Thus he decided that the room will not be rebuilt until something came up on his mind, after all his mother has a knack for perfection when it comes to beauty.

The chamber was -to be blunt- huge, with high ceilings and wide open windows, it was almost comparable to the recently made St. Peter's Basilica in Italy, almost- since the chamber was just that, a chamber. Not to mention that this is the third largest room in the vicinity, with more than a hundred pairs of chrome coated pillars as a support, half a hundred of ridiculously wide windows, a million plus of marble tiles and tons worth of textile for curtains, it's a wonder how the place could be manage to be always clean.

At the creation of the chamber, volunteers were hard pressed in maintaining the visage of the room. It was only fifty years after that they found a solution... It was simple and too elementary that his ancestors were embarrassed for not using it sooner. It was seals, runes if you will, they were primarily used for human needs, combat and storage, but definitely not for cleaning. It was just too mundane to use seals for such simple work that it was simply dismissed as a thought. However, when you are tasked to clean just even ten windows, which would take twenty hours -mind you- to finish or spend fifty years creating seals for cleaning, then the answer was already around the room. From the arches in the ceiling, to the window panes and pillars, you won't find even a single inch that was not carved with seals. It was just an added bonus that the seal masters made it so that the runes would be carved in a pattern, creating distinct images throughout the chamber, almost like a painting.

The chamber was truly a magnificent sight, one that he would always boast to his fellow leaders when they held a meeting. His musings were unfortunately cut off as he felt someone approaching the chamber and despite the hastiness he felt from the incoming figure, it would take a minute for the person to get to his throne.

"Lord Kurama!" A voice shouted, followed by the loud bang of the twenty feet door against the wall.

Now named, Kurama straightened in his seat. He felt a sense of urgency from the single call, adding to that that this was the first instance a messenger was harried enough to break their protocols.

Hurried footstep echoed through the walls and not a second later a man appeared from the shadows, his breath was haggard and sweat damped his uniform. With a swift movement the man knelt before him, head bowed down and right arm placed across his chest.

Kurama, gave the man a moment to regain his breathing, his eyes stared at the scroll on the man's left hand and Kurama felt dread pooling in his stomach.

"Rise." Kurama commanded and the man stood up in accordance.

"Lord Kurama, a message from the Ánemos Country*." The man said, as he presented the scroll.

'Ánemos? What is Shukaku planning now?' Kurama thought, the leader of the Ánemos was like an annoying younger brother to him, a deranged, prank loving younger brother. He took the offered scroll with some hidden hesitancy, but the moment he saw the seal etched at the center of the scroll he paused and the feeling of dread increased twofold.

"You're dismissed..." Kurama said and watched the man hurry back to his post, he would rather be alone if his feelings were right.

The second the door was closed, he opened the scroll and read its contents, only to be thrown harshly against the floor the second he finished reading the message.

"Goddammit!" Kurama exclaimed. Anger, sorrow and confusion raged across his face. Long red hair danced behind him like fire, his nails grew longer in a claw like manner, drawing blood from his fisted hands and his red eyes darkened giving out a feral look as his pupils narrowed.

'Shukaku can't be dead... He's a holder! No one was stupid enough to attack a leader... And what did they meant that the body was not found?' The red haired leader thought, desperately containing the anger he was feeling.

He took half an hour to compose himself, breathing out his frustrations with a sigh as he comb his red hair. His mind raced through all the possibilities of having a traitor in their country, it was a notion that added another bout anger inside him, the reason that peace reigned in their country was because of balance. All nine great countries hold an equal standing with one another, they are the holders the Wills of Flames, a legacy that was passed down from their ancestors. It was a gift that must be held with responsibility, a responsibility that is only fit for a leader... a Kage.

However, if there is an instance of sudden loss -death- of a Kage, then the other eight holders are responsible to contain the Flames until the successor is deem fit to wield it. But the longer the Flames is without a human container the balance would become unstable and it can lead the world in chaos. That is why the Kages would chose their successor after fifteen years into their term and from then on their apprentice would be taught all of the knowledge about their legacy until the Kage will retire. But Shukaku was two years away from choosing his heir, with him dead and body -the legacy- nowhere to be found, the Ánemos Country will fall into ruins and the balance maintained by the holders will become unstable. It was a disaster that would grow in magnitude is left alone.

"Dammit..." He whispered a curse and bit his thumb.

He pressed the bleeding appendage on one of the seals in the throne's armrest and watched as the rune glowed. Seconds later, mists appeared before him forming eight rectangular shapes in a half circle formation around him, slowly silhouettes formed until the image began to clear up as the seconds passed. This was the first time Kurama see his fellow Kages with a subdued emotion, the red haired Kage assumed that they received the despairing news. Shukaku was one of the holders and all of them saw each other as an extended family. It is a hard hit to them when they found out his death and disappearance. However, responsibility must come first, their grief and sorrow would come later.

"I take it, you received the message..." Kurama said in a soft voice and glance at one of the empty 'screens'.

"Yes..." Saiken answered. She was the Kage of the Poryadok* Country, her long pale purple hair was in disarray and her pale blue eyes were stained with tear tracks. Saiken is one of the Kages that were close to Shukaku because of their age and there were rumors of the Ánemos' Kage courting her in these past months, a rumor that might held some truth if the tears held more meaning than sadness.

"This act of transgression is unacceptable!" A man in his late forties announced, the banging of his fist against the table echoed throughout the connection. Wisps of red aura began to form around him, his dark grey eyes became more feral and his short red hair began to grow. The man's name is Son Goku the Kage of the Fuoco* Country, he is the oldest of the group and was like a mentor to all of them when it comes to the dealings of their country.

"Calm down Son." A man with the features of an albino said in a soft voice. His long white hair was tied in a ponytail and his red eyes stared unblinking. Kokuo is the most unsociable among them, but somehow found a comrade to sympathize with Kurama when both of them are the ends of Shukaku's annoying tendencies. He is the Kage of the K'aosi* Country and a voice of reason when things turn childish during a meeting. "Raging your frustrations out would not do anything. What we need is to find the traitor and deal with him accordingly."

"I agree." Matatabi answered, her pale skin clashed contrasted greatly against her long black hair, her deep blue eyes gained a more feline look as the seconds continue to pass by. "I recently gathered some news about the current investigation in Ánemos..."

The brunette paused as she bit her finger drawing out blood and stamped her finger against seal. A puff of smoke from a similar seals in all of the Kages throne suddenly appeared revealing a an indigo folder. The Karas* Country lead by Matatabi is a neighbor of sorts with the Ánemos, she is skilled when it come to information gathering and the one who usually called for a meeting when it concerns the happening outside.

"... And it seems the seals in Shukaku's chamber manage to record the conversation before he was... Indisposed." She continued.

"What?" A man with an eyepatch asked, bewildered. "How did the traitor got him alone? Shukaku's chamber was one of the most visited one compared to ours." He added.

Everyone glanced at Isobu, he was a stout man with short grey dreadlocks, his right eye is hidden behind an eyepatch, while the remaining red one was telling his state of confusion. The man is the Kage of the Mizu* Country, he was in his late thirties making him the second oldest of the holders.

Matatabi hid a wince. "He was caught off guard..."

"How?" Kurama asked, he already suspected that it involves one of his little brother's illness.

"It was during one of his bouts of insomnia." The brunette explained.

"I was right then..." The red head muttered.

"It would be better if we hear what the record says." A green haired female suggested, her dark brown eyes were hidden behind the glint of her glasses. She was Chōmei the Kage of the Dàdì* Country, which is one of the power houses of their nation due to their specialty in tactics and strategy.

Matatabi sighed silently and nodded. She dabbed her half healed wound on a seal, the 'screen' dimmed a little as the record began to play.

"Come out, don't bother hiding on there..."

A tired yet familiar voice said in a clipped tone , the Kages immediately recognized it's owner. It was Shukaku's. There was a sudden sound of feet landing in a distance and an unfamiliar voice entered the conversation.

"As expected of one of the holders..."

"Who're you?"

Kurama hid a snort, it was sad yet entertaining at the same time when you hear someone being subjected to one of Shukaku's bout of rudeness.

"Someone who happens to pass by... Although I have a question for you, oh wise Kage."

"Well then, 'someone' I'll humor you."

This time a snort echoed beside the recording and the unfortunate owner of the noise received some well placed glares from his comrades. Kurama glanced at Gyuuki, who gave a sheepish apology. The Kage of the Rayo* Country was, in a sense an eccentric older brother towards his juniors mainly him, Saiken, Matatabi and Shukaku. He was a tall muscular man with a very tanned complexion that clashes greatly with his pale blond goatee, -which seems to overcompensate for the baldness of its owner. Gyuuki was eccentric in a sense that he has some crazed obsession with poems and has some rhyming ticks in his dialogue.

"That legacy of yours..."

"How-"

"...If I take it. What will happen to you?"

The question brought alarm to all of the Kages, they did not even have a chance to voice out their confusion when a sudden clash of a steel hitting something soft echoed from the recording. The sounds of an ongoing battle continued, half of the Kage listened with rapt attention and the other half has their mind running with hundreds of thoughts.

A loud thud erupted in the recording followed by a strained groan. Kurama hope that it was the traitor.

"You- What are you planning!?"

Shukaku's voice shouted, voice strained as his effort of standing up can be heard through the recording.

"Oh, nothing much... Just curious. I heard that legacies of yours has the power to evolve humans..."

"So what of it?"

"...I want it."

There was another bout of fighting until the tell tale of sign of a power being released thrummed through the recording. Kurama narrowed his eyes, it seems that Shukaku revealed his flames, however the more he think about the traitor the he less he think the man being one, he is more of an intruder based on the snippets of conversation in the recording. Which in this case, their country is being compromised by either an individual or an organization.

"RAAAHHH!"

"Hoo, what's this? Interesting... It seems that flames of yours can heal injuries. Tell me, are there any more abilities in those flames?"

"..."

"Not speaking are w-"

The man was suddenly cut off as a sound of him being punch echoed. Kurama was satisfied when he heard a bone break and the fight continued. It seems that the offense went to Shukaku as the sound of shifting sands can be heard from the recording. One of the skill that was well known from the Ánemos' Kages is the complete control over the sand-like particles, from gold dusts to regular sand and even gun powder, each one varies depending on the person's skill set. It was proclaimed as the strongest defense during a battle, and an unrelenting offense when used correctly against an enemy. But when the sand-particles are infused with a flame it becomes a force of nature.

The Flames of Propagation, one of the two legacies that is being passed down in the Ánemos Country, has the ability to propagate, to multiply, any object at the person's will. If assimilated to even a pinch of sand the resulting density would be equal to five cubics of of the object. The more the user will propagate, the more it will overpower the enemy.

The battle continue to rage on, broken glass and cracked cements echoed throughout the recording like a twisted background music. Kurama could only wonder why no one checked the area, the guards and the staffs would be likely the one to check up the loud noise.

"Tsk, I would never thought that the seals would be used against me."

"Against you? Hardly."

There was an echo laughter as the intruder replied.

"It took me a long time to copy that single seal. 'Dome of Silence'... that's the name, I think. But alas, my handwriting is not as fluent as your seal master and thus we seemed to have an audience around our stage."

"I'm surprised to hear something so humble out of that mouth of yours. Nevertheless, you won't live long enough to see it broken."

"Me? Dead? I'm afraid you're mistaken, oh powerful Kage. If you're too busy fighting that bout of insomnia of yours you'll find something interesting..."

"What do you mean...- GAH!"

Kurama leaned forward in his seat, noticing that his fellow Kages gained an alarmed look. There was pained grunt followed by a distinct sound of Shukaku throwing up.

"Haa... What... ugh... D-did you d-do?"

"You could say that it's a parasite... You were so focused on attacking me that you didn't recognize the device I slipped in your sand."

"W-what's happening?... argh!"

"Oho, It seemed that prolonged usage of that Flame of yours quickened the process. Now, now don't be stubborn, the device is absorbing the flames in a container. It is very similar to that of your containers your used, but my device seems to be giving you some side effects... Nasty ones. "

Another bout Shukaku vomiting echoed in the recording, Kurama glances at Saiken who is trying to hide her tears.

"Why.. Haa.. Are y-you doing this?"

"For ten years I have searched for the Ancient Legacy, the legacy that was said to be a gift given by the gods and holds the power to the next line of evolution for the human race. Ten long years, I spent uselessly going after the whispers of your legacy's tales, I nearly gave up. Fortunately, I found a very unique stone carving in one of my expeditions in the Valley of Kings and it was there, that I found a shard of truth about your Hidden Kingdom, or Kingdoms per se. I admit I was greatly surprised about finding out that there are nine of you out there who contained this Flames of Legacy. Eight more flames to obtain."

"B-bastard! Raaahhh!"

Kurama became apprehensive as he felt the roaring flames through the recording. He assumed that fully releasing the flames would over power the device and hopefully reabsorb the contained flames. Although Shukaku can release his hold on his sand for a moment to filter out the hidden container, but that would leave him defenseless, and searching the device in the sea of sand would take too much time and not to mention tedious. Kurama could only hope that the side effects is not too severe.

"I will not stand hearing your incessant dialogue! This is our Legacy! This is our right!"

"Oho..."

The Kages expected another bout of fight, however what they heard was disconcerting. Silence, not a breath nor a shift in the sand was heard. Some of those who listened glanced at Matatabi, who gave a a brief affirmation that the recording is still active. Seconds after a loud thud of a body falling on the floor and was echoed by the shifting of sands lingered softly.

"Ara, you didn't need to interrupt. I was getting to the good part."

"We're running out of time. The Rune Division will break the dome any second now."

"Your device seems to be broken though."

"It's a prototype what do you expect? Now, hurry up and get the Kage. You distracted him enough to give me an opening, he'll be conscious for at least twelve hours."

"Yes sir. Although, how long would it take to get the Legacy out of him?"

"A year at most, we can't attack the other holders with just prototypes. The reason we attacked him, was because he was the holder of the one tails."

"You just want him to be a some lab rat for your experimentations wont you."

"And that."

"Heh, as long as I get the flames in the end..."

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The record ended with silence, none of the Kages made a sound as the tension rose in the air. It was nearly three minutes when one of them finally gave out a reaction. A loud crash and a anguish shout blasted from Gyuuki's connection, the wooden table was shredded into splinters as the fists of the Rayo Kage continued to pound his frustration out. Horns began to grow at the sides of his head and his skin began to slowly turn brown.

Kurama watched the destruction with a stony face, everyone has their own way of handling their feelings, and Gyuuki is the kind of person who lets his fists talk rather than speaking his emotions trough words. He eyed, the rest of the Kages were not surprised at the dark look everyone gained, even Kokuo whose the near stoic one of the holders, began to show some of his feral nature.

"Gyuuki, enough. We need to plan out our next move..." Chomei said in a calming voice.

"Give me a minute..." Gyuuki replied hoarsely as he sat down on his throne, which was fortunate enough to survive the destruction. The rest of the Kages waited for their fellow leader to calm down, some of them also used the time to reign in their emotions, their once feral looks returned to normal.

"The first course of action we must make." Kurama started. "Is to filter out our staffs, there is a possibility that our security is compromised already."

"It'll take a month to secure our staffs and not to mention our forces." Matatabi replied.

Kurama agreed with a nod. "We must be thorough, I'll come up with a new security seals in the next three days and I'll sent some of my Sealing Masters to update your runes."

"Very well, we must start this immediately." Son Goku stated, none has disagreed. "Kurama, Saiken and Matatabi, although this is sudden but I need you to choose you successors. It'll be an assurance just in case..."

"Are you saying we're not strong enough to defend our position?" Matatabi asked with a slight edge in her voice.

"Matatabi, stop." Kurama said with hidden scolding tone. "We are strong, that's a fact. However, this is the first time our Legacies are being threatened, and we don't want to take any chances in this situation."

"...Understood." the female replied and sighed. "Six months, I'll find a successor by the end of the given time."

"I already have an eye for a successor." Kurama added, getting and approved nod from the senior.

"As do I, although there is a competition on who'll gain the title." Saiken followed. It was not rare for some Kages to have two possible successor, and the only way for them to determine the proper one was to give them a test. One given by other Kages to avoid favorites and biased views.

"Good." Isobu commented. "On the other note, we need some one to take charge of Ánemos.." The one eyed Kage murmured the last word, fully knowing the pain they are currently feeling.

"I'll go, I'm retiring the following year, my successor is currently starting to take up minor duties in my country."

Kurama, knew that they were walking around the subject of Shukaku's disappearance, none of them are ready yet to acknowledge that one of them, one of their family is taken and subjected into experimentation.

"We'll find him..." Kurama announced, his voice edged with determination. "We will find him and eradicate those bastards."

Ten years, ten years long years of battle, of war and Kurama was drowning in bitter resentment at their current predicament. It started with the abduction on their fellow holder and Kage, Shukaku. They were fortunate enough to rescue him from the clutches of their enemy after a year of unrelenting search, but they were too late. by the time they found him, the Ánemos Kage was drowned in insanity from the numerous experimentation, they had taken his Flames, leaving him the half of his Legacy. The Tailed Beasts, the original holders of the Flames and the ancient beings who gave them the potential to evolve and unite their country for the sake of peace.

But now...

... The peace, the unity, was gone, drowned in the echoes of war and bloodshed. The lost of flames had shaken the balance that they once swore to protect and maintain.

Saiken was the second to lost her flames, followed by Son Goku who was vulnerable during the ascension of his successor, taken by surprise when their enemy took the opportunity to steal his flames during the transfer. Isobu's flames was also taken, when he was protecting his successor from being killed before him. Chomei, was the most recent one, she was in the front lines, defending her country from being taken over.

"How is she?" Matatabi asked as she glanced at the sleeping form of the Dàdì Kage, they, Saiken, Son and Isobu, were fortunate enough to live the ordeal of their flames being taken.

"She is stable." Kurama replied. Kokuo, Gyuuki, Matatabi, and him are the only one left with their flames. "How about the others? And Shukaku?"

"They are holding a meeting for our defense, I heard that they are planning to gather all of us in Ánemos together with our joint forces..." Matatabi replied. "The residents of Ánemos will be evacuated in our country, we don't want to shed anymore innocent blood in our battle... Shukaku is still the same, although Saiken manage to get some semblance of humanity from him."

"Slow progress, but a progress nonetheless." Kurama said. "So they're planning a last stand eh."

"Yes." Matatabi confirmed.

"Then I take it that our successors will be taking our mantles sooner than expected." Kurama added.

Their conversation drifted into silence as the two of them contemplated the future, however it was short lived as a knock interrupted their musings.

"Enter." Kurama said, fully knowing the person behind the door.

Arashi Uzumaki entered, Kurama's successor and future Kage of the Toubiyon* Country. A boy- man Kurama reminded himself- nearing his mid twenties, with a hair as red as the setting sun, and purple eyes that held the burden of war and death. Kurama lamented the innocence that was taken from him, it was inevitable given the sudden submerging into war.

"The Kages are looking for you, Lord Kurama, Lady Matatabi." Arashi announced.

Kurama nodded. "Please look after Chomei."

"Yes sir." His successor replied, somewhat cheekily.

"Brat." Kurama replied and he ruffled the hair of his successor, he was glad that Arashi retained some of his cheeriness from his teenage years, it is one of the constants he never want to be gone in his current life. "Matatabi, let's go."

Kurama was the only one left, Gyuuki, Chomei, Saiken, Kokuo, Son Goku, Isobu, Matatabi and even Shukaku were all dead. Kurama scanned the area with an empty gaze, craters of all sizes laid all throughout the battle ground, burnt bodies littered everywhere, and drowned corpses lied in a dog pile above their pool of blood. It was a testament to a war, a battle that seems to be never endless.

The once crowned castle of gold lay in ruins and Ánemos was no more.

One month, that was all time needed to destroy a country. It was inevitable, one battalion experimented flame users against another battalion of their country's best soldiers, five stolen Flames against four Holders and five Tailed Beasts. They have power on their side and the enemy has their numbers.

Shukaku was the first to die, he saved protected Saiken with his sand against the continued onslaught of the enemy, leaving him open to receive a sword to the heart. Saiken soon followed, seeing her loved one die before her made her snap. She took her beast form and began to freeze a fifth of their enemy in an unrelenting force, by the end of the week she exhausted herself and was left open to a shower of arrows.

Son Goku and Isobu, the senior Kages combined their powers and became a well oiled killing machines, destroying hundreds by the hour. However their old age caught up to them and they were over powered by the huge numbers of the enemies. Their body, was littered with cuts and bruises, their face nearly unrecognizable. Isobu was the most unfortunate, he died by beheading.

Chomei, lead their battalion shouting orders non stop day after day, until her voice box was destroyed, leaving her mute, and without any communication their forces became disorganized. They half of their battalion, distressed Chomei began to heal those who are in critical condition, exhaustion took place leaving her hopeless against an ambush. In a last act of hope she sacrificed herself, taking a quarter of the enemy forces with her.

Gyuuki, Matatabi and Kokuo, formed a team, giving the the title, 'Demons of the Triangle'. With their Beast forms they became a relentless force, destroying the enemies by the thousands. By the fourth week, the enemy attacked, prepared with poisons, bombs and heavy artillery to counter the trio. Their end was inevitable, Kokuo was the first to fall, unknowingly inhaling poison when he was breathing out his mist. Matatabi soon followed, her agility was hindered by exhaustion and left her body open to bullets and bombs. Gyuuki was the last one to be defeated, with his eight tentacle like tails, destroyed all the machines without a pause, receiving grave injuries along the way. By the time Kurama decided to help after killing the rest of the enemy battalion, he was too late. Gyuuki died of blood loss.

And Kurama... Kurama was the only one left alive in their family. The last man who was burdened with the hope of his comrades, hope that this war would end.

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"Then there is one..." Domino -Kurama finally knew the bastard's name- announced with glee, his happy demeanor is not affected by the fact that his partner in crime is dead a few feet away from him.

Kurama did not reply, too busy to hold on to his consciousness. The enemy had taken his Flames from the recent fight, rendering his healing capabilities -one of the factors that let him live long enough- useless. Now, he was only left with the Tailed Beast and half of his Chakra, but against the combined force of the stolen Flames he would frankly die by second he attacks. However, he still has one last trick behind his sleeves.

'Ten minutes... Kurama.' The red head thought as he slowly stood up. 'Just ten minutes of staying awake, then you can get your sleep.'

"Ah, still have some energy left eh?" Domino commented as he opened his palm, a burst of orange flame appeared. "I admit, that your flames has the most wonderful warmth, not too cold, not too hot."

Kurama snarled at the bout of disrespect, his canines grew as well as his nails as he slowly turned into his Tailed Beast appearance. Nine flowing tails burst from his backside, his ears began to elongate, and in no time Kurama turned into a giant nine tailed fox. He roared into the heavens, releasing his sorrow and agony, leaving only anger in his being.

It was a sight that made Domino step back in fear, the first time doubt began to seep in his heart.

"You made a grave mistake, human." Kurama said, his voice filled with hate. "Know that the reason none of us contains all the Legacies is because balance must be maintained, no one is above nor below another. And you, whose heart is taken by greed will receive the consequence of your actions..."

Nine gigantic tails sped towards the enemy in a blinding speed, all of them intending to strike every vital points. Kurama continued his onslaught, never giving the enemy a fraction of rest, nor the time to plan out an escape. What he just said to the enemy was a bluff, he just needs to distract him for ten minutes while he create a seal that reverses the process of containing theflames. He was not sure about the outcome of this one time experiment since this is the first and last time he would use this seal. He could only hope that it will never go to the hands of someone like Domino.

Five minutes... The enemy managed to freeze two of his tails.

Three minutes... Three tails blinded by multiple chains.

One minute... Two more tails were severed.

'...NOW!'

With a pained shout Kurama activated the gigantic seal, trapping the unaware Domino in the middle of the array.

"What are you doing!?" Domino shouted in alarm.

"Taking back what was never yours." Kurama said as turned back into his human form, he walked towards the frozen enemy, leaving bloodied footsteps along the way.

He held his hand above the man's head, palm glowing with a single array. Without a pause he slammed the array, completing the sealing process. He cursed in alarm as he watched Domino suddenly held his arm, Kurama caught a glimpse of a seal on the man's palm and not a second later he felt a disturbance in his chakra flow and he was unexpectedly blasted off from his position.

Kurama was fortunate enough to still have the strength to flip himself in the air and land on his feet, he staggered a few moment as he tried to regain his balance, however he was past his limit and he decided to just lie down and gaze at the rising flames. The screeching of Domino gave him enough idea to know that he was burning from the sudden release of flames, but he was too tired to move his head and watch the screaming man, and so Kurama continued to stare at the now rainbow colored sky until his eyes caught nine strange circular objects rotating in the sky. He knew that it must be the remnants of their Flames, he raised his arm trying to reach their stolen Legacies but exhaustion took place and arms fell back to the earth. The red head could only watch helplessly as the orbs began to ascend towards the sky in different direction until it disappeared from his line of sight.

He felt relieved and frustrated at the same time, their Legacy are still within their reach and it wont be long before they will be once again complete.

His tired eyes began to slowly close, his breathing became shallow, he idly felt the beginning of numbness in his limbs and the sluggish beating of his heart. Kurama knew that he was dying, but he felt content at the odd thought and with a last sigh, he welcome the slumber that escaped him far too many times.

'Everyone... let's meet sometime in the future, neh?'

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, this is the only way we can pass down what is left of our Legacy to our children, our future."

"But... without the Flames to balance out the beast, the holders will be going insane"

"That is why, I added this little array here."

"What does it do?"

"When... when our time comes to an end, our souls will combine with the sacred beasts giving them some of our characteristics, in that way we can guide the future holders of our Legacy."

"But they will be scorned and become an outcast of our country, our people! Without a proper guidance and acknowledgement by the Kages, the true holders of the Legacies... Then-"

"I trust my successor to uphold our culture, as you will for the sake of your country."

"...But..."

"Matatabi...There is a reason why they will be called Jinchuuriki from now on."

AN: As for some clarifications, and please forgive me if there is an error in translation, I used google translator :) I also used the complete map of the elemental nations to pick out some countries.

Kurama- Sky(orange)-Whirlpool-Toubiyon(haitian)

Gyuuki-Lightning(Green)-LIghtning-Rayo(latin)

Chomei-Sun(Yellow)-Earth-Dàdì(chinese)

Saiken-Snow(pale blue)-Order-Poryadok(russian)

Kokuo-Mist(indigo)-Chaos-K'aosi(georgian)

Son Goku- Storm(red)-Fire-Fuoco(italian)

Isobu-Rain(blue)-Water-Mizu(japanese)

Matatabi-Night(black)-War-Karas(lithuanian)

Shukaku-Cloud(purple)-Wind-Ánemos(greek)

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There will be a slight change in the story line since there will two more spot for guardianship for the Snow and Night Flames. I'll take up some OC's -your suggestion of course- or any character from other animes as long as it fits the Vongola's craziness.

I'll put up guidelines though, so please bear with me..

OC suggestion

Name; age; gender:

Reason:

Personality:

Anime Character Insert:

Name & from what anime:

Reason:

Personality (in case if I'm unfamiliar with him/her):

That's it! Review, suggestions, critiques, and even greetings are welcome.

PS. The more reviews the faster the update -it'll be a week at most-

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