They say that to truly understand a person you have to walk a mile in their shoes.
In my opinion, it is a stupid human expression created to sate human beings need for a pity party.
'Because only someone who has gone exactly what I have gone through can possibly understand the pain I feel inside'
What crap. If, by some miracle, one person has lived your exact life, lived through your freakish nightmares, lived through every tear and every heart break that has befallen you. Well, then I applaud you! Perhaps that person has walked a mile in your shoes.
But, tell me this, do you call the same person mother? Father? Brother? At the end of the day you've still got your pretty little head resting on your shoulders.
People experience things far and in-between, no one life is the same. No one life trembles and quakes at the sheer magnitude of this world coupled with agony.
If there is anything the people of this world should have in common…it would be this knowledge. Knowledge that no one life is the same. Knowledge that millions of people die a day. Knowledge that in a moment it can be swept out from under your feet, your life is in chaos, and suddenly you remember….people die every day. In your last moments you are thinking, 'how do I make my life different from all the others?' That's the thing; your life is already different.
What you really want is to be remembered. Remembered for your life, that no one, but you has ever had the chance of living. Human beings want to be remembered for their life. They want fame and glory, love and happiness, a choice of sacrifice.
And this would be all great and fantastic, that is, if you were still human.
But no, Humanity slipped from my fingertips long ago. My knowledge is nothing but misconception. I have seen people die, and have yet to join them in death, sweet, sweet death.
Death; the out from this wretched immortality, my so-many-birthdays-I-have-lost-count life. Not one person will ever be able to walk 'a mile in my shoes' they wouldn't even be able to live long enough, because humans have short (yet full) lives.
I hate them for it.
I hate their mortality, their deaths.
And now I'm stuck in another wretched human for a decade or two. Doomed to watch a human hate me for their destinies, moan and complain about their lives.
People call me the Kyuubi, a fitting name, like anyone ever bothered to see that maybe, just maybe if they did the 'human' thing and actually asked for my name, I might do the same in return. Take the word 'human' as a mantel and do something different because I sure need a change from this repeating hell I call my life.
One of these days I am sure I will snap….
'Oh well, Tis the life of a demon' he thought glumly reaching for a paintbrush and scroll.
Day one of confinement
Dear Diary,
It's a girl again, no surprise there really, from what I could over hear her name is Kasana. Kashuni? Whatever, something along those lines, but please whatever god is out there, save me!
I don't think I can stand being holed up in another woman, their stark raving mad! Why do you think I never mated, huh? Huh? *sob*
And once she hits maturity what am I to do then? Never trust something that can bleed for a week straight and not die! Ugh, she better be a ninja. A dedicated one too, no boyfriends either. My last 'jailor' was married, there are just some things you can never un-see.
At least she's not an infant like the last one. I've never been so bored my entire life! And the noise! When I have kits (if ever) they better not scream like that. I couldn't even sleep peacefully for months! The only comfort I have is that she is not immortal like I am. This is just a passing thing, soon she will be dead and I'll (hopefully) be free. And actually have those kits I mentioned above….even if I have to put up with a stark raving mad female.*sigh*
This is going to be a long decade….
-Kurama
Day one thousand of confinement
Dear Diary,
Happy 1,000 anniversary! Kushina took some of my chakra today to beat up some fools who called her tomato again. It was very amusing the way they were bleeding out of the ears like that. It makes me proud…my chakra is such an amazing thing isn't it?
I don't think the raving lunatic that is my jailor is going to hit puberty anytime soon. The creepy blonde boy that pines after her just got pounded into the ground courtesy of Kushina's fist the other day. It was also very amusing the way blood squirted out of his nose like that.
Other than that nothing exciting really happened, needing conversation (no matter how 'human' it sounds) as usual. This jailor still hasn't asked what my name is so I act like an evil demon respectively.
You know…. I'll make a bet with myself…Heck! I'll even seal it with demon chakra so I can't go back on my word! The first jailor to ever ask for my name, I'll make them my mate! Psshh it will probly never happen anyway…..wait...what just happened?... Diary? Have I lost it yet?
-Kurama
AN/ this is a one-shot that probly makes no sense, but I just got to thinking why Kyuubi isn't crazy yet with all the people hes been stuck in…..and if you liked it? Im glad. Oh, and i just thought it hilarious that Kyuubi like married himself (or mated himself) to Naruto. pointless but...whatever... :)