Author's Note :

Hello and welcome to my first published story. Please take the time to read and make sure that this story does not contain things that you do not seek. This story features the relationship between Naruto and the Kyuubi. This story will contain violence, cursing, and general sarcasm towards life in general. This story will be told from multiple perspectives. The story is rated M for the sole purpose that visually compelling scenes depicting one or more characters will be present throughout the course of this story. Please note that this story will not be one that is prepared far ahead into the future. My view on updating is that I will update when it is done, and no sooner or later. I shall not upload an incomplete document nor shall I withhold one for any reason. Without further ado, let it be clear that I do not own Naruto or any of the characters shown in this story, and take no credit for them. I hope that you, the viewers, enjoy this story as I write it solely for your enjoyment.

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Thoughts(First Person)

Demonic Speaking

Demonic Thoughts(First Person)

The Ten Tailed Wolf

Chapter 1 : Wide Awake

A crack of thunder could be heard tearing through the air. It was late April in the village hidden in the leaves, which meant the days were to be laden with storms and spring rains bringing nourishment to the land after its cold and dry winter. It was just short of midnight on this particular evening, and not a single villager could be found wandering the streets at this hour. Many were asleep as of now, resting to awaken to another day as per usual. However, one particular person on this night was not sleeping at all, but rather kept awake, with no help coming from the lingering storm clouds over Konoha.

Naruto was alone in his apartment in the far outreaches of the city. The condition in which he lived was clearly marked by the cramped quarters and the few objects of worth scattered throughout his apartment. The circumstances of the days that now lay behind him kept him awake on this night. For if it were up to him, he would already be sound asleep dreaming of inconsequential things. He had been discharged from the hospital just the day before, after staying only one night. He always recovered in just a goods day rest, but that wasn't the source of his anguish. It was of another kind, of a personal nature to which his physical condition could not help warrant.

He shifted his position in bed, choosing to lay on his side while staring out at the few items that belonged to him in his apartment. His alarm clock, a few scrolls, and his ninja equipment along with a few spare change of clothes were the only things he owned. He tried to think of these things as a means to forget about his recent failure in what he would have considered the most important mission of his life. A few days prior his best friend and closest comrade had abandoned him in the trivial pursuit of power. He thought it this way, as he found things such as power and skill to be worthless without the true meaning of why those things existed to be present to warrant their uses.

Naruto thought that power was meaningless without somebody to protect it with. He also believed that it was okay to kill in order to protect those few people he had considered precious. Recent events, however, had put into question his belief in such things. Now he began to note such things as precious people with dry sarcasm and even once in the past few days had called it childish thinking. He knew that deep down inside this was not true, but could not help but to be cynical after the way things had changed recently. He sighed in vague acceptance that he was more than likely not to get much sleep tonight as he brooded over these things. He did not wish to think about it anymore but the thoughts returned more frequently than ever if he tried to avoid it.

He had cared about Sasuke both as a comrade and a friend prior to his departure. His perceptions of him had changed however. From being thought as the closest friend he had, he could no longer say such a thing and mean it anymore. Yesterday morning after having just woken up to hear the tragic news of his mission's failure to achieve its goal, Naruto had gone on a rampage at the thought of Orochimaru being in possession of what he knew was clearly just a power grab. He had tried hard to convey the message that he was only taking Sasuke in to use him. This message did not cary over well, and left him with a gaping hole in his chest and some new scars along with it.

His teacher and master, Jiraiya, had tried to give him a motivational speech about how he should learn to let go of those who cross over to the enemies side. At first Naruto did not accept that Sasuke was now considered among the most dangerous enemies to the village, but since then he has had time to think on such things. Naruto put his arm over the part of his chest where Sasuke had hit him with a chidori. He twitched as he remembered the pain of the blow, but more importantly, the look of pure satisfaction of his "friend's" face as the lightning pierced him.

Setting his hand down, he finally came the conclusion that Sasuke was no longer the person he had long considered to be his friend. With this realization, he instantly gained clarity and acceptance over what had happened. He felt relieved to be giving up what he now acknowledged was a foolish thought. Even though the other day he had told his master that he would keep chasing Sasuke until he convinced him to return, he now found little motivation in himself to follow through with that statement. Sasuke was no longer his friend, and he knew it. With this recognition, he drifted off to sleep.

A/N: The story may seem short but do not fear because updates will be very regular, possibly being more than once a day. As with most stories, it will become easier to write as I go along, and that means the length of the chapters should substantially increase as times goes on. Thanks for reading.