Solitary
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Word Count: 296 (only actual Drabble)
Solitary
Sixteen years of metal bars, of cramped space and complete silence, discounting the handful of demands from his tenant. Sixteen years of solitary confinement, and Kyuubi could have screamed. At his loss of freedom, at the thought of the leaking metal pips and moist sewer floors that invaded even his dreams.
But he could do nothing. Nothing but wait, wait for his jailer to die so that he may live.
And then the time came, the kit was dying. He would be free...
...but he could not do it. Too many years, Kyuubi had spent watching the kit grow. Watching the kit strive and win and not allow himself be defeated despite the pain that was a constant in his life, all which was mostly brought on by he, the Kyuubi himself.
He could not watch the kit die. He hated the kit, do not get him wrong. He despised his jailer for everything he was worth, for keeping him there, for simply being his prison. For the pain he caused him. But it wasn't as if the Kyuubi didn't cause pain to the kit in return.
They had both lost everything, and because of it, because he saw the results of his actions everyday, despite the hate and rage he carried for this being, Kyuubi could just not watch him die.
He gave him chakra, allowed him to heal. To win.
And Kyuubi slinked back in his cage, chin rested on his paws, sulking.
He wondered if he would ever get to see the skies again, to taste the salty texture of rain, to feel a rabbit in his paws.
He wondered if he would die to the site of gray walls and leaking pipes.
And yet still, he could not watch the kit die.