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 name….is Kurama."