Hi everyone! I am no longer depressed! I'm gonna continue this after the actual story (at the bottom) so go down there to read it!

The first thing that Natsuki noticed was that Orochimaru looked different. He was cricking his neck awkwardly, and seemed bothered by the sun. His attire hadn't changed, but there was the addition of a tan cloak with a hood currently resting over the snake sannin's head, blocking the sun from touching his skin.

It could have been the distance or a mirage, but the blonde could have sworn that Orochimaru's body was flickering and jumping, like an old recording from a scary movie.

Kit, I don't like this...

...was the only warning she got before the sannin struck, much faster than anything she had ever seen. Her inhabitant's reflexes had her muscles throwing her body to the side, just out of the way of a blade.

However, Natsuki wasn't used to fighting on sand, which proved to be much different then fighting on water. Thus, she tripped and landed hard on her hip with a sickening crack that had even the fox cringing. Kurama's chakra shoved itself out of her body and around her hip.

It was this chakra that kept the second swing of the blade from going through her other side. A single tail formed, and Natsuki expected to feel the familiar effects of going into one tailed state.

At the least it scared her out of her skin.

Her now long blonde hair grew about four inches, snapping out of it's ties. Red and orange streaks wove their way down into the mass, writhing with chakra. Her skin darkened slightly and a white circle spread from the bridge of her nose out. A line of white spread from the circle into her hairline, through the middle of her forehead.

The jinchuuriki's nails shot longer, and her eyes swirled with a bright red that outlined her sky-blue irises.

Natsuki snarled, and raked her nails across the air in front of her. Four lines of razor sharp air cut across the battlefield towards Orochimaru, and his eyes widened before he backpedaled franticly, only just managing to duck the swipes. One caught him on the right wrist, and his hand was sliced off.

He didn't even react, lunging towards her again with his snakes lunging out from under his cloak.

Natsuki spun a Rasengan into existence over her right palm, the clone disappearing quickly after she started at her opponent.

'Where...where am I?'

'Awesome. You're finally awake.'

'What happened?'

'You're in your mindscape, kit. You mentally passed out fighting Orochimaru, but you're still fighting. I was locked out of communicating with whatever's possessing your physical body. Look.'

Natsuki turned. On the wall of the sewer that was her mindscape, there was a screen showing a fight between a snake-beast and...something. With a start, the blonde figured out it was her.

But at the same time, not her.

The female had cocoa skin and a nine pointed star radiating out from the bridge of her nose. The points were up the middle of her forehead and into her hairline, across the edges of her forehead, across her eyes, swiping across her cheekbones and over her jawline, and on opposite sides of her chin. The irised were a stark red with a light blue outline and inline. The orange-furred fox body was solid, with nine solid fox tails writhing and snapping.

The sand was jumping up in weird patterns around the two, with no possible cause until Natsuki realized that it was the result of the fight.

'CHILD.'

"WHAT THE HELL!" A raspy voice echoed through the cavern, bouncing off the damp walls and sending a chill down Natsuki's spine. The blonde hunched down, her fingers ready to make hundreds of shadow clones. However, that's not how it played out.

Brilliant white chakra suddenly burst out of a hole in the far wall, shooting out and then curling back into the hole. The cracks fell inwards, like the rock was being sucked into a black hole. Suddenly, a shimmering tendril of silver, slightly darker than the rest, wrapped around the blonde's hand and tugged her into the hole.

ttToday, December 7 th (at like 1 in the morning) its my birthday! I'm turning not going to tell you. Somewhere between thirteen and seventeen.

Marching Band season is over. No! Well, now I can actually sleep now. Yay.

We we finished the season with five first place and four second, with our high score an 88.765. Awesomeness!

I will give someone a present if they can figure out who I am, and say 'The fox has the right to remain silent as everything he says will be used against him in fanfiction' in the real world. My last hints for this are-

My band placed second in New England State Championships (by one goddamned tenth of a point!)

We had no drum major for that show.

Good luck, and I love you guys!

Now, onto this depression thing.

After this flaming incident, I went to a psychologist who diagnosed me with insomnia and schizophrenia. There's another person inside my head. I'm the fighter, the sarcastic one, she's the rational one.

I have a couple of ideas for the next chapter. Tell me if you want anything specific!