Yeah, sorry this is like super shortish. Anyway I dont own Naruto.

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The girl is whiskered.

Thats all anybody knows. Its what marks her. It keeps her different, seperating her from any of the villagers. She is alone as far as anyone can tell. No family, no friends, no nothing.

But she is constantly smiling, and seems cheerful.

All the clans have there markings. Inuzuka, and the Akamichi. Even the legendary Sennin Jiraiya. But this girl has no clan or talent. Has no speacial skill. She is ignored for this simple fact and will continue to be ignored. No one dares to go near her for this fact because they know that as a clan has a mark...

so do those that contain demons.

Jinchuuriki are demon container's with amazing power. There are Nine in all, each representing a different animal. But the girl is a demon by herself. They feed off hate and anger and are used for the good of the village. This girl had a demon, the most powerful one. Everyone knows why.

It can crush mountains and create waves bigger than any village. It's tails cause distruction constantly waving recklessly. The demon has no feelings, neither the girl. The girl has killed countless villages and is dangerous. The girl is allowed to nourish herself with food from the market, made from thoae whos siblinga she killed. The girl is allowed to train to become strong.

The girl is nothing more then a human weapon. Nothing more than trash.

She is a murdering, angry, akuma that will turn on us and kill us all. The girl is death.

She puts on her act, plotting in the shadows.

She shows affection, but is nothing more than a liar.

She shows up in day and disapears for another night like she should, but only taunts us by coming back.

She is not affected by us. That alone shows us what she's capable of.

She-

Wait.

There is no she.

There will never be a 'she', but an 'it'.

There will always be demon.

There will always be an 'it'.

'It' needs to be broken.

'It needs to be run down into the ground.

'It' needs to lose it's will.

'It' needs to disappear.

'It' needs to be gone.

'It' believes it can change us, day by day, bending us it it's will.

'It' believes we will one day acknowledge it.

What it doesn't know, is that no matter how many traitors it breeds, we will never accept it. One day 'it' will be crushed. Never to be revived, or handled with care.

Never to be cried for.

Never to be noticed.

Never to be loved.

That's all we'll ever want,

and thats all we'll ever know.