Alive

Disclaimer: Naruto and his world belong to Kishimoto-sama, Jekyll and Hyde and the songs I use belong to their writers.

AN: I lied when I said there'd be violence here… I also lied when I said this would be a two-shot. It's a triptych. Two songfics and a fight scene. This one's the events of First Transformation from Kyuubi's perspective.

--Begin--

What is this feeling
Of power and drive
I've never known?
I feel alive!

Where does this feeling
Of power derive,
Making me know
Why I'm alive?

Like the night, it's a secret,
Sinister dark and unknown.
I do not know what I seek,
Yet I'll seek it alone!

Kyuubi laughed. His vessel had come to him and demanded his power. He wrapped tendrils of his youki around his vessel and watched as he left. As the brat was testing his ability to use Kyuubi's chakra, he, Kyuubi, would have a chance to take over. As the brat drew on more and more youki, Kyuubi was able to exert more and more control, sending out waves of bloodlust.

I have a thirst
That I cannot deprive.
Never have I felt so alive!

There is no battle
I couldn't survive -
Feeling like this -
Feeling alive!

When the brat had three tails, Kyuubi's bonds were loosened to the point that the brat had to fight for control. Kyuubi pulled back for a moment, then sent the brat another tail of youki when he called for it.

Like the moon, an enigma,
Lost and alone in the night
Damned by some heavenly stigma,
But blazing with light!

Then his bonds were loosened enough. He grabbed control of Naruto's body, using the blood now pouring out of his pores to solidify the fox-like aura surrounding him.

It's the feeling of being alive!
Filled with evil, but truly alive!
It's the truth that cannot be denied!
It's the feeling of being
Edward Hyde!

He grinned… for the first time in fourteen years, he was… FREE. He smirked, 'Let the destruction commence!'

--End--

Yes, I realize that it's not really that good a fit for the lyrics, but… whatever. I needed it done. Big fight scene's next. Remember, Jiraiya did say that this was the second time he'd had a brush with death.