Ayame: Well, here's where I say that I don't own Naruto!

Bloody: Yes, they wouldn't sell those characters to you. They've heard of all the obscene things you want to do to the characters within that manga.

Ayame: Sshh! No one's supposed to know that!

Bloody: They all already know! Think about it; you've got some twisted ideas in your mind. Especially because most of your stories have sucky endings, or some sort of horror in them!

Ayame: That isn't my fault! They turn out that way! And besides, the twisted part comes from you; you are my alternate personality, you know.

Bloody: Oh, you know you love me. Now, are you going to start writing your story, or are you going to argue with me all day?

Ayame: Fine! Whatever! Sorry about this; continue reading down. I got a little side-tracked. Don't forget the very detailed summary and the warning!

Summary: Imagine this: you cannot see, you cannot speak. You have chosen to not hear those around you. You are a shell, trapped within your own mind. You are unable to communicate with the outside world. But it isn't all that bad. After all, your mind can be an amazing place. But what happens when someone infiltratres that peaceful, imaginative world? What happens when you can't trust your own mind? How will you gain control again? Can you find a way to finally communicate with those around you, and somehow have them help you fight this evil that's found it's way into your sanctuary? Read on and find out. Although, this time it isn't "you" that's here; it's my poor Naruto. He's stuck within his own mind, trapped for what seems like eternity. You'll find out why if you read! Also, yaio, yes. Naruto and someone! Who? I'm thinking...Itachi. Yes, I've done an ItaNaru already, but I just can't help myself! I hope you aren't mad!

Warning: This will be mostly fantasy/adventure, but there will be yaoi; if you don't like it, I suggest you skip this story. Although, you'll be missing out. Telling you now: there will most likely be hints of rape, torture, massive beating, maybe lemons, murder, most likely character death, swearing, and that's about it! If you're opposed to any of that, again, that little green/blue/purple button in the left hand corner takes you back a page!

Trapped

It Begins

It was the anniversary of the day he'd had Kyuubi sealed inside him. Well, perhaps "anniversary" is the wrong word for it. But, it would have to do for now. He had just turned three; he was old enough to understand it. Old enough to understand the hatred and fear directed at him. And it made him burn inside; him and Kyuubi both.

But it didn't matter. It never mattered.

So, today, on the anniversary of that horrendous beginning of his, he sat alone. He sat alone on that swing, the swing that no one else went on because a "monster" spent so much time on it.

He was thinking.

People think that children know nothing, and cannot think by themselves. That isn't true. After all, here he sat, thinking on those who hated him. He really had nothing else to do.

He thought on the Yondaime, the Fourth Hokage, who had sealed the Kyuubi inside him when he was a baby. In truth, he hated that man, for damning him to a half-life. In truth, it wasn't even that. It was a sliver of a life, something so short he wasn't really living.

Well, that's how he thought anyway.

His little life, about to be ruined even more than it already was.

He could still remember that day, swinging back and forth as he watched the sun sink lower and lower. He was still thinking on how much the world wasn't the beautiful place that others called it.

And then he appeared.

He was wearing an odd outfit, an off-white shirt and pants with a roped lilac belt. His long black hair covered oddly-curved earings, and elongated pupils set in eerie yellow eyes stared back at his child form. The man's skin was a pasty grayish color.

He was definitely a creepy fellow, and the boy didn't like him at all. Neither did Kyuubi, who protested loudly in his mind. But it didn't help.

The man walked foreword slowly, his words a slow hiss when he spoke.

"A little, little foxx, ssitting all alone. How cruel."

He shivered, pushing the swing back a little farther, trying uselessly to escape such a weird fellow.

"Now, now. There'ss no need to run. I won't hurt you. I want to help you."

He began to shake his head; he didn't want help. He wanted nothing to do with anyone.

"Oh, hussh already. There'ss no one to help you, sso jusst give up already."

He was right. There was nothing to fight for; no one to fight for. So he relaxed. Dying wouldn't be so bad, after all.

Kyuubi didn't think so. He tried to fight, but there was nothing the kitsune could do. He had control of the body, after all.

The man slowly walked foreword once more, standing now directly in front of him. He reached out a grayish hand, wrapping it around his child's small neck. A simple twist was all it would take. A simple twist to end it all.

But apparently the snake had other ideas. His hand began to glow, infusing the boy's body with an odd blue tint.

Something was happening. His vision was darkening, his body going numb. He didn't understand it; what was happening?

He went limp, unable to even think anymore. And then it all disappeared.


He slowly opened his eyes. Wait, this wasn't right. Where was he?

The sky above him wasn't its normal shade of blue, the color of his eyes. Instead, it was a pale shade of red, almost orange. The clouds were a darker red, much darker; like fresh blood, they were almost black.

Looking around, he noticed tall trees all around him. The bark was a pretty shade of green, like warm grass, while the leave were a freesia color. The grass on which he lay was the same color as those leaves.

Turning again, he noticed he was laying on the bank of a large lake. Although, the water wasn't a clear blue color. Instead, it was blood; it even smelled like blood. It was thick, too, and there didn't appear to be any fish swimming in the water.

Flowers surrounded him; he appeared to be laying in a flower field. There were Sakura flowers, Nadeshiko flowers, Tulips, Crysanthinims, Irises, and the occassinal rose. There were also Cherry trees and Wisteria trees. Every one of the flowers were their original color, of which he was glad.

Sitting up, he winced, noticing his body was stiff. Something was definitely wrong here.

Kyuubi? Where am I? What's going on?

He had though it, but the words echoed around him on a swift wind that tousled his sun-kissed hair. It was as if he'd spoken aloud.

Suddenly, a sound to his right. He turned, and fell back in shock.

Standing behind him was what looked like a giant dark-orange kitsune, standing over ten feet tall. It had nine tails, all stretched out around it. Its red eyes were glowing in black-rimmed eyesockets.

This wasn't right, either. That was Kyuubi, the nine-tailed youkai. He wasn't supposed to be in tangible form! What was going on?!

"Relax, kit. Yes, it's me, Kyuubi. You know that already. In answer to your question as to where you are, you're inside your mind. That man you saw earlier did something to your body, your soul, and trapped you inside your consciousness."

He kept his head on the ground, a little afraid. But he spoke up anyway.

"I don't understand. How can that happen? I thought he was just going to kill me?"

Kyuubi rolled his body foreword, laying down next to the child's prone body.

"I do not understand that much myself. It was an odd type of jutsu, one I haven't seen for centuries. I will have to think on it. But, I should tell you now. It does not appear as though you will be leaving your mind in the near future. You might as well get used to being here."

The boy turned his head into that warm, soft fur, feeling his eyes burning slightly. He was really afraid; he didn't want to be trapped.

But wait. Kyuubi had been trapped inside him for three years now, and he survived. Sure, he was crabby all the time, and insulted him often, but he was there, and he knew the kitsune wasn't bad off. Perhaps it wouldn't be bad for him, either?

"Kyuubi, will I be okay here? I mean, can I survive here?"

Kyuubi was silent for a long time, curling a few huge tails around that frail body. Finally, he answered.

"You will survive. You must. Don't be so afraid, kit. I have been living here for three years, as you just thought. It's kind of nice living here. You can create anything you want here, with no consequences what so ever. And no one can tell you "no" here. No one can hurt you here. Yes, you will survive."

The child sighed; it didn't sound so bad. And after all, he had Kyuubi with him. The fox was right; he would survive.

Naruto Uzumaki, three years old. Kyuubi container. And trapped in his mind, now, for all eternity.

Let the adventures begin.

Well, that's the first chapter. It's going to get better, trust me. I personally like the inside of Naruto's mind, which I didn't want to be just be that cage. It's nice, don't get me wrong. Just not a good place for him to live for a while. Anyway, the next chapter, hm, I dunno. A few years later? He's surviving, all right. He's having fun, too. Next, he'll be playing around in his make-believe world. That evil doesn't come to haunt him yet, but it will. Well, please review for me, so I can continue!

Ayame