I'd hated that idiotic, unnatural little demon from the day I'd heard what they'd done. Of course, most people hated him, but I had reason, unlike the prejudiced little bigots.

Why a newborn? Why not someone who wanted it, who was aware of the monster inside of him? Couldn't I be the vessel, the one who had such power, such incredible power that it would make the bearer almost invincible. I'd hated the blond since then, each time I passed by the little fox, I'd give him an undisguised glare.

He never noticed, unlike the people who called themselves my teammates. I'd always been distant, but I'd never experienced such pure hatred as that before. My training was consolation. When I trained, I didn't beat myself up emotionally, but physically.

And anyway, if I could surpass even the kyuubi, wouldn't it make me the greatest ninja? Stronger even, the ever-so-great Fourth Hokage?

But it wasn't enough, it was never enough. My father gave me shallow praise, neglecting the son who wanted his praise. I only wanted approval from the others, those who would recognize my power with more than words.

I wanted him to get down on his knees, and pray for mercy. The loudmouth who had no idea what power he held, what power I longed for. One day, with a kunai to his neck, he would tell me I was the greater ninja, that I should have the kyuubi.

I threw myself into my research with hatred and determination. If there was only some way to extract the nine-tails… to give it another vessel, one who would be useful.

I lied to my self, surely it was hate? What else after he'd made my life hell, my training useless, and the compliments empty?

I knew that the line between hatred and love was barely visible, but this wasn't love. It was… obsession. I had to surpass him, be better than him, and finally kill him. That was surely the only solution for the problem of his existence.

I'd kill him, I'd be avenged, I'd be the kyuubi. And so, the Akatsuki welcomed me with open arms, and even to them I was an outsider. Because of my hatred. The hatred that consumed me, made me an empty shell.

But at least I had power. Right?

Well there it is. My first finished Naruto fan fic. Someday the others will all be finished and done, but who will care if I'm eighty when they are? Anyways, hope you enjoyed it, please review!! Bye!

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