The first chapter isn't necessary to fully understand the next ones. I am currently rewriting this chapter even in the original version. This chapter will be composed alone of 35K words, so, I'll update the following chapters more quickly.
This chapter describes how Kurama lives with his new body and feelings which is the first subject of this story. This chapter will also explain partly the Kurama's behavior because he can seem OCC in the next chapters but this chapter itself doesn't bring a lot to the further plot.
For some reason, I decide to not show the full chapter because it is not finished still, and the translation of this chapter is awkward and not representative of the further work I made for this story. That's why I'll only expose the very end of this one which is the first oath of Kurama; the result of what he lives in this new life, and his resolve to change the future. I'll give you a full version of this chapter in 2013 actually.
Chapter 1: The Birth of the Evil.
Kurama who was in the forest felt a burning smell arising behind him. He turned, and saw five kilometers away the village which was on fire. His heart was pounding. Lina, was still there, he had to search her, help her to escape.
He ran, ran as fast as possible, knocking all the trees on his way, smashing them with his velocity, embedding splinters in his body, his breath was fire, he had never been so frightened of his life.
Violent time.
Once there, Kurama saw only the remains of his friends, the children with whom he had shared so many snacks. The floor was smoking, only the ruined houses echoed to his fear. He advanced in this desolate place. From afar, he saw the ninjas who were celebrating their new booty. The flame of his hatred which was kindled in his eyes began to glow gradually with a violet tint.
But, Kurama discovered a familiar feeling among this chaos. He grinned, the redness from his eyes disappeared.
Lina stood, she wore her blue kimono, the same she had worn in her weeding with Kurama, her tender love. She smiled, she was happy to see him one last time.
Kurama was so relieved to see her alive. He reached out a hand to her. Their fingertips were touching each other, were uniting, were embracing. Lina heard her name by the man she loved the most, and she was satisfied with her life, for she had discovered the most wonderful thing in the world, He.
"Lina ..." The blood came out of her throat, and flooded over Kurama's face. The head of a sword cut out the filaments of flesh, one by one, finely intertwined and yet so fragile of that woman, breaking the thread of her life. The woman's head flew off and landed in the rembling hands of the blond man who did not believe his eyes.
His fingers danced.
"Lina?" He asked, his eyes widened. Lina's head froze, wrapped in her red hair descending from his arms which he had so loved to lift to his nose, exquisite scent of spring full of promise and yet already gone, past, disappeared.
His body stiffened.
Something snapped in him, that was like during his coupling with this woman so extraordinary, that was hot, that burnt, but yet, that was cold, bitterly cold. That was powerful, pulsating, vibrant, alive, incredible, amazing, indescribable. So good, but especially so ephemeral. So peaceful, but especially so delicate. So relaxing, but especially so exciting. Tears of blood were running down his face. His hands still held the inert head of Lina. He brought what remained of her close to his heart which was failing, weakening.
His mind reeled.
A crack born from this rift, and wrapped him with a crimson fluid, his sleeping power awoke, submerging him with an incredible excitement. That was the birth of the devil, his Birth. His vision became blurred, red, yes, he saw all red now.
"Hey! Look. I found a funny thing, men," one of the ninja exclaimed.
"Oh, he looks like the Yondaime of Konoha ! Maybe we can take him in and get the bounty," another ninja said.
"Ahah, he's staring at us like a dimwit!" They all laughed.
"Do not worry, you will rejoin her in the beyond." The ninja guilty of the murdering his wife showed him a wicked smile. Kurama began to laugh, a sinister laugher which came from the depths of his being. The beginning of his madness, his loneliness, and his pain.
"Hahaha ... huhuhu ... HAHAHAHA!" He saw clearly now, oh yes, as he saw clearly. He was a visionary.
Then he closed his eyes, released all the pieces of his demonic power, and released an impressive killing intent up to five miles of him. All animals nearby town fled. The birds flew away from that place. So when he opened his eyelids, his eyes were cracked in the middle, red, calling for the death of his future victims. His hair turned into a blood red, his nails became claws, his teeth widened, and his whiskers darkened. The Iwa nuke-nin could not even breathe, they were immobilized, terrified by the monster they had released.
'Thank you, Lina ... This is your last gift to me... My freedom." He turned his gaze to the ninjas before staring at the merciless sky; taunting his affliction. They did not understand what they did, they could think only about their death. He responded to the tirade of his first intended victim.
"The beyond is inaccessible to me because I'm only destined to the hell, as you vermin who had murdered her, who had murdered them, all my friends, my family, my wife... Ah, this life which constantly flees from me, tirelessly, I can not hope for this peace, because the peace is ephemeral, there is only truth in war." He turned to them.
"Do you know what I want, mortals? " Kurama's voice was lethargic, quiet. The nuke-nin stared at him speechless.
"I. want. Your. Blood!" Kurama yelled at their faces, punctuating every word by smashing the ground with his fist, causing a tremor which made this world falter. And then, he fell upon them, he completely let out his legitimate rage and the butchery began.
Kurama seemed to be a psychopath. His grin was like a predator's in front of prey. He carved off their limbs one by one; he relished the red liquid erupting from their bodies. He enjoyed every chunk of flesh he took from them. The Iwa shinobi wanted to run, far from the demon, anywhere else, but, before they could, strange red tails came up from Kurama and contained them. He asked for retribution, retribution for the inhabitants of the village. The inhabitants that they had brutally slaughtered. His friends, dead, all dead. A kill for a kill. An arm for an arm. A head for a head. He cried tears of blood, tears of sadness, anger, and hurt. The screams from the Iwa shinobi merged in a choir, an evil symphony, made rhythmic by the sound of bodies being ripped to pieces. The spectacle was unbearable. That truly was a massacre.
At the end, Kurama stood up, alone, finished with the blood bath. Cadavers formed a mountain under him, and he stood atop them. He cried tears of blood. 'Why?' Kurama thought. 'Why did they disturb the peace of this small town? My peace.' He hadn't felt such a rage since Naruto had taken away all his anger. His hands made frantic, angry movements. He yelled at the injustice of it all. He shouted in hope that his friend, his light, Naruto would back, but he was alone now, a stranger in this world. His body again became normal; his eyes turned back to their normal blue. His hair turned blond. Nails and teeth became normal.
End of warning
A poor child, a small girl, hiding behind a tree and clearly frightened by him, shuddered. Kurama turned his face towards her and smiled sadly at her. He had shown side of himself which he never wished to be revealed. He knew her. 'What's her name? Ah! Sarah. Yes, an innocent little child, five years old, she gave me sweets and prizes.' He slowly walked toward her. Then...
"Mmm-monster!" the girl exhaled.
Kurama immediately stopped and gasp. Tears flowed down on his face; they relaxed him. He felt great and very feeble, dispirited. He shook his head. Rejected. Yeah. He felt rejected. He was not accustomed to theses feelings. Unnecessary. Harmful. His heart was weak. He did not need these emotions. He was a demon. No, unfortunately, he was not a demon anymore. He was a human with youki, a Hanyou. That was it.
He dug some holes in the ground, buried the bodies of his acquaintances, fashioned headstones, bent in front of them and prayed for their souls.
'I had forgotten how humans were barbarians. I had forgotten my hatred for them in this city.' Here, Kurama had known the best and the worst of the human beings.
He buried the head of Lina together with her body, with all the inhabitants of the city, cutting the last ties he had with this place. He whispered one last thing to her.
"Farewell, my love ..." Then he gathered his belongings in a bag he placed on his back, looked a last time at the ruined city, and left.
Sarah observed the scene from a great distance, half-hidden behind a rock. She had already begun her training as shinobi. She was still afraid, but curious now, too. 'Why did he do that? He's monster, isn't he?' she thought. Sarah followed him, staying at least fifty meters back.
He knew she was tagging him along, but he did not comment. He continued down the road, walking with a gait which permitted the girl to trail after him.
Her feet hurt, since she was not used to travel such long distance.
He stopped walking and set up camp. He indicted the small girl to come near him.
Afraid, but mostly tired, she came to him.
Kurama smiled. Strange, he felt strange. He stared at her.
She laid down and slept next to the camp-fire, exhausted.
Vivid emotions passed through Kurama's eyes. 'What will I do with her? I can't let her accompanied me. That's too dangerous. I'll abandon her in some civilian town. Damn, I hate these feelings...' He shook his head. 'No, a four year old Naruto is waiting for me in Konoha. I can't take care two children at once. I can barely take care of myself.'
Kurama decided that it was time to sleep. He closed his eyes. He reminded his years of hatred, Naruto, the slaughter. He woke up and spit up.
Sarah didn't want to see this, to smell this. She had to fight her own ghosts.
The night was long and bitter.
'Me who am responsible for the death of the city's inhabitants by my carelessness, and the death of my wife, as short as was our love; for this, I will never know happiness...
I am the Messenger of Destruction. I am the Angel of Death with his blackened wings cut the threads of the Life. For this, I will never know inner peace...
Me in which my cowardice have abandoned a child, an innocent. For this, I will deserve nothing but a life of solitude...
Me who always lived in the spitefulness, I will now focus all my soul to the task of mine...
Because this is my Duty and Burden to bear ...
I do solemnly swear this dark night!
I will slay your enemies by my blade and my fangs will shred to pieces those who dare threatening you!
I will know no fear, except that your enemies will know for me!
Show your opponent by your finger and my sword will kill him!
For I am the destroyer of the Old World and the Creator of the New World.
I know my essence's Power before which I pledge and I languish for.
For I am the Fire of Hatred and Bitterness.
The Whole Universe bows before me,
For I am your Ultimate Servant and you are my Master.
Because I owe you my life and an eternal respect...
My love for you will not know any equal and my strength will equal my willpower to protect you...
I'll rock you under my protective wing, and I'll cuddle you in the lap of my flesh...
Naruto, this life; my life, I dedicate it to you body and soul, because I will only live for you and solely for you...
Together, we will cross all events on our way, and then, we will finally merge to form one...
...
I follow the path where I discover the true meaning of the Life
In the Death of the Light!'
Kurama put out the fire before which he sat, and vanished into the darkness, disappearing forever in the somber mist, to reappear much later, by staining the world from his presence.
His reputation, his identity, his acts will be claimed through the space and the time.
Eternity and infinity will be brought to him, in the forgetfulness of his vengeance.
Bingobook: (wait the full chapter)
Name: Kurama?
Age: 14-25?
Rank: At least A +
Description: indescribable, hidden in a cloak.
Main attributes: Juunchuriki, unknown bijuu
Defeated a jounin Kumo in a second, managed to escape against the Raikage and four of his jounin
Action: Kill on sight.
Wanted for 20 million Ryo in the country of Kumo.