Bittersweet Memories

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Kurama/Kyubi Talking

Kurama/Kyubi Thinking

Memories/ Thoughts

This is Utsukushii shi, and this is her story.

Her earliest memories were bittersweet in the land she lived in her part of her early life. She remembers validly meeting her first friend or people willing to interact with her. Utsukushii was always ignored, beaten, teased, and abused. Her mother, father and sister were her only happiness. She can recall that meeting with Garaa.

She was sitting in the corner waiting the kids of Sand play and laugh. Utsukusii shi wondered what that felt like. A little boy her age walked up to her. The boy had blood-red hair and ember eyes, he lacked eyebrows and had black lines circling his perplexing eyes, she observed.

"Hi." He said looking desperately in her eyes. Utsukushii meet his stare.

"Hi."

"I'm Garaa."

"I'm Utsukushii-shi."

"Want to be my friend?"

"…Really…you are not one of the kids that lie about that are you."

"No, are you?"

"No."

"Want to play 'Ninja'? I watch the other kids play it."

"Okay."

Gosh, we played. I can't remember a time in which I was that happy, or smiled that much, really smiled. It seems that now those face muscles don't work anymore. Smiling, it is like a skill I have forgotten so familiar yet so foreign.

Iwalked up to the gate of a land I have heard much about, COUNTRY OF FIRE - HIDDEN VILLAGE OF KONOHA. I walked through the gates; the men on duty of motioning stopped me.

"Stop, state your business!" one of the men with spiked hair and a bandage wrapping around his head and over his nose said to me. I looked at him, my killer intent pouring into the air, luckily I was holding back. I could smell his fear and that he was desperately holding in his shudder.

"Is it your business?" I said slightly raising an eyebrow, my voice emotionless. I continued walking; I was following the smell of my favorite food ramen, when someone ran into me. I looked at the direction of the person, in my mind I was thinking of possible to kill them. I sensed it was a he and smelled of ramen.

"OH MY, I AM SO SORRY! LET ME HELP YOU." The person said. I held up my right hand signaling him to stop. The guy's yelling annoyed me and hurt my sensitive eardrums. I got up dusting myself off. I finally look at the person. He was blonde with spiked hair, and magnetizing electric blue eyes, eyes that rivaled my violet ones. He definitely was a ninja; he was wearing an odd orange and black outfit. Also he wore his ninja headband with pride.

"…" He was quiet for a moment as in deep thought.

"Sorry about that, I should look where I am going." He said rubbing his neck and smiling a smile that looked so large that it was faked.

"You should, but I guess it was an accident." I said emotionless. He sweatdropped, and paused rubbing his neck.

"Do you know where to get ramen around here" I asked.

"YES" He yelled, he grabbed my hand and ran to a decent ramen stand.

Old man Ichiraku, two bowls of ramen please!" The guy yelled excitedly, he must love ramen like me. The old man apparently "Ichiraku" chuckled. He made beautiful ramen and placed it front of us. I stared at it; it was so beautiful, a single tear rolled down my face.

"Naruto, tell me. Who is this beautiful girl?" He said cleaning a bowl.

"This…This…is…What is your name?" Naruto said with a dumb-looking expression on his face.

"This…This ramen is beautiful, I haven't seen such beautiful ramen EVER." I said overwhelmed with awe. They looked at each other and me.

"See someone appreciates the awesomeness of your ramen, Ichiraku!" Naruto said holding up his arm. Ichiraku beamed with pride.

"My name is Utsukushii shi" I said breaking my chopsticks and being to eat. amen around here?"

Naruto's Pov

I was rushing to Old man Ichiraku's after training. I was so oblivious I bumped into a girl. She was as tall as me. She wore an outfit that resembling an ANBU's outfit. At a first glance she could be mistaken for one from behind, but she leaked a headband or ANBU tattoo which differentiated her from one. She was dark skinned which wasn't common. She had a very dark shade of purple hair that look black and in a short croppy and messy look. She had violet with blue highlights within them. This girl was very pretty. But what perplexed me was her scent, she smelt like blood, ramen, and strangely like cherry blossoms. It confused me how this smells mixed and actually smelt nice and what confused me more is that you could barely smell it. Her aura was elegant but deadly like a poisonous flower.

"OH MY, I AM SO SORRY! LET ME HELP YOU." I yelled activating my idiot façade. I smiled widely and extended my hand. She raised her right hand to silent me. She raised and dusted herself off.

Kit something is off with her. Her scent and aura are familiar but I can't place my paw on it. Her chakra is like mine, pure power. Beware of her.

Kurama-san, okay. Dear Kami calm down.

"Sorry about that, I should look where I am going." I said rubbing my neck and smiling largely.

"You should, but I guess it was an accident." She said emotionless. I sweatdropped, and paused rubbing my neck. She reminded me of Gaara intimidating and blunt.

"Do you know where to get ramen around here?" She asked. My face light up.

"YES" I garbed her hand and ran to Ichiraku's.

Old man Ichiraku, two bowls of ramen please!"I yelled excitedly, she must love ramen like me. The old man Ichiraku chuckled. He made beautiful ramen and placed it front of us. She stared at it; it must have been so beautiful, a single tear rolled down her face.

"Naruto, tell me. Who is this beautiful girl?" He said cleaning a bowl.

"This…This…is…What is your name?" I said realizing I didn't know her name .

"This…This ramen is beautiful, I haven't seen such beautiful ramen EVER." She said overwhelmed with awe. Ichiraku and I looked at each other and back at her.

"See someone appreciates the awesomeness of your ramen, Ichiraku!" I said holding up my arm. Ichiraku beamed with pride.

"My name is Utsukushii shi" Utsukushii shi said breaking my chopsticks and being to eat.