Short'n sweet. Will update Found Within soon, I swear. The Spore Creature Creator has been occupying my time.
Kyuubi had lived since life began. He had seen true cruelty, true love, and true hatred. He had seen empires rise and fall; all of their deeds forgotten. He had seen individuals of such power and strength that they could rival the gods themselves. But, eventually, they died. He had seen the land shift and the sea rise and fall. He had seen whole mountain ranges fall under the azure waves, and he had seen islands far since drowned resurface, decrepit temples rising with them. He had seen foreign and seemingly alien species be born and eventually become extinct. He had seen the birth of the planet itself, but he had never seen one such as Naruto.
Naruto had been raised from birth with malice. Pure malevolence was all he knew when others his age knew love and kindness. Instead of playing in the park under the watchful guidance of adults, he was chased by them. Instead of gifts and celebration on his birthday, he received cuts, bruises, broken bones, beatings. He had been the focal point of an entire generation's unbridled cruelty. Yet, he had never let that poision of Hate infect him.
He smiled. He waved. And the most astounding thing was that it wasn't fake. It was determination. He was determined to prove that he was not a monster, not a demon, not something to fear and despise, but someone to look up to and respect.
He lived, in a place that hated him, without an ounce of hatred or odium towards those who cursed his existence. He was exactly as his title stated: A jinchuuriki, a human sacrifice. His birth saved the entire village, but even through their unjust hatred, he bared them no malice.
And when Kyuubi asked why, he had replied that he didn't want to become the demon they thought him to be.
In all his long, long life, Kyuubi no Yokai had never seen one such as Naruto.
