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Story Type: Drabble

Main Characters: Mito & Kurama

Chapter 1: His First Vessel


Her hair was red like his chakra fur. She was brave with a strong will, that was clear to the fox. The woman had to be to seal him inside her after all. It was almost laughable, first being taken over by the bastard then being forced inside another body. Kurama was furious and he made sure to inform his "vessel" of this. His hatred grew from within her as the days passed by. No matter how much he struggled, Kurama was unable to break free from the wrenched female's body. In time she too used him, taking control of his powers for her own.

There came a time though, when the seal finally weakened. It was his chance to finally get free. While Mito wet through the pains of labor, he forced his way out, increasing strong redhead's suffering. It was all in vain his efforts, he was unable to break free.

He watched from within as her dreams unfolded. The village she "sacrificed" herself for quickly grew. The world still had no found peace, hatred still fueled many the fox noted. He witnessed the destruction of hatred caused time after time. Kurama silently listened to his red headed host weep over the loss of her husband. Serves him right, that bastard was partly to blame for his imprisonment the fox believed. They all were.

That wasn't the most disgusting thing, the female's tears or childbirth. It was when her pathetic husband was alive, when they were along. Revolting, Kurama would never be unable to hear such sounds, not until he sought revenge to erase it all. When they were alone, Senju bastard would touch his host, say such silly words to her. Their "love making" as they called made the fox sick. He returned the favor later when his host was heavy with child.

As time passed, her children grew, and their child grew while old friends slowly passed on. Never would his host show her despair, only a brave face. A brave face for the future. By no means did he wish to know her thoughts but he knew what was in her heart. It gave her joy to witness the village she helped raise prosper. It gave her agony when a life was lost. But dispite it all, she still loved and cared for her children and people. She was a strong willed kunoichi, he would give her that.

They did not speak often, and when every they did, he would either ignore her or demand her to release him and she would order him to be still.

"If you use your power, only hatred will come from it. Stay tranquil deep inside me" She was once said to him. His power was great, infinite, the strongest of all. It only angered him more, to be kept locked up because he was far too powerful to be "left alone".

Eventually she grew weak, her hair no longer that brilliant red like his great fur. Unlike everyone else, he knew the true extent of her frail state. She was coming close to her end, close to his freed. They would however never allow that. A young child of his host's clan would become his new vessel. A child, he scuffled. His current host was at least capable of handling such a great power as he. How could they send for something that hardly had time to learn anything become his new cage? Pathetic humans, all of them he thought.

Kurama listened to every word exchanged between the females. Vibrant red hair, true to an Uzumaki, it was easy to tell she had true blood like his vessel. Yet she was nothing more than a child, absolutely terrified of her fate. Smart child, he thought. Though in time he would learn she was far from weak.

"Love is the only thing that can fill the vessel within."

Together they had witnessed the growth of Konohagakure, passing title of Hokage, wars and small times of peace. He watched world, wondering while imprisoned if she was right.


A/N: Thank you for taking the time to read this, something you enjoyed it. Kurama's perspective of Kushina will be next up.