I am hatred and destruction.
I bring nothing but death with me.
Humans have always tried to control what they feared most, whether it be fear, power, or me and my brethren.
I am the Kyuubi No Youko.
No.
I am Kurama, the Nine Tailed Demon Fox.
I have a name.
My father gave it to me.
I miss him, so much.
It hurts to know he's not coming back.
This child reminds me of him, with his determination, and his smile.
Uzumaki Naruto.
At first, I wanted to hate him, to curse his very existence, because he was a human.
Humans had used me for so long.
I wanted him to suffer for all I've had to endure.
But he surprised me.
He wanted to be my friend, after I threatened him, used him; cursed his very soul.
I made his life hell; the people of the village despised him because of me.
Why?
Why would you want to be the friend of one such as me?
I have done nothing to earn your smile, your friendship.
How could you look at me, smiling like a damn fool, and call me like you would an old friend?
How?
HOW!?
I want to know, so badly.
You say because all people deserve a second chance.
People?
Have you not heard your comrades?
I am a demon, a being of hate, malice, chaos, and death.
I am no person.
But you think differently.
You ask for my name.
I stare.
For a long time, I stare at you, as if you were a complete fool.
But, maybe- just maybe, you were my salvation.
"My nameā¦.is Kurama."
