Heya new chapter surprise said that nothing would come.

Its shitty tho sorry for that

Well my mind is too so I guess it works

Anyway

I don't own Naruto nor KHR

Enjoy!


Pulling.

He knew this familiar sensation. Coupled with the strong and hateful rage, he knew that she had snapped.

She would never just go for his chakra without a reason, even less with the strong emotions he was sensing.

And he couldn't do anything to help her. Afterwards, she would feel guilty about letting her emotions slip and letting his chakra control her. The fact that he was so powerless against a human was also hurting his pride as the strongest bijuu.

However, he knew that it wasn't just because of his pride.

He wanted to resist, to be able to help her. He didn't understand it himself, why would he feel the need to help his cage? He could just let it go, without trying to control the chakra- even if he didn't have a strong grasp on it. Why would he care so much? Why would he want to unselfishly try to resist?

Because he knew she didn't want this.

And there went the last bit of control he had.

"Fuck."


Bloodlust.

"killkillkillkillkillkill- how dare y- killkillkillkillkil-"

Stab.

Death.

Blood.

"P-Perfavor-e-e! Lasc-i-iami an-dar-!"

Fear.

Her lips twisted in a feral smile when he choked on his own breath. She loved this feeling of power. She was the dominant one, nobody had anything on her. Yes, they were beneath. She could crush them with one of her small fingers. She had control of it. On them.

It was glorious. Perfect. This is what she had missed, this is what she had needed.

She was born for this.

That's what he always had told her. Wasn't that funny?

Splatters of blood.

Giggling.

"È un mostro! Uscite tutti!"

Screams.

Thrill.

Torture.

She was loving every second of it.


"I'm sorry Kurama."

"It-"

"Don't."

He remained silent.

It felt as a cue for her to ramble. "I don't know what to do with this. You felt it, didn't you?" He did. "I can't just blame it on the chakra. I'm craving fights. Not like I normally do. I-I have bloodlust. I want deaths. You noticed, too. My chakra has changed, it's much less pure.. Much less me.'' She gulped. "I'm scared, terrified even. I don't want this. I don't want to be like this. I have nothing. I have lost everything. I have no cause for living." She was choking now. ''Nothing drives me. I can't do anything here- I'm just beginning to hate myself more. I don't want to survive without a cause, Kurama- there's no point."

No answer.

"I miss Konoha."

She thought he hated her now. She was weak, wasn't she? So weak. "I must be disappointing. After everything you've done for me, I act like this."

She smiled brightly and oh-so-fakely. He knew this smile, he hated this smile to the core of his heart. He hated the sudden change of her heart and knew how fake it was. He loathed it when she acted like this. But what could he do?

"Don't worry, for you, I'll survive. I guess you're my drive, huh?"

He wasn't worthy of it. It wasn't right. People weren't supposed to look up to bijuu's. He knew she didn't. Was he a coping mechanism of her? He knew, how twisted it sounded, that the family she had in her former life made her cope. She had always had an incredible bloodlust. But now it was free- because nothing was holding it back. It was rather twisted, no matter how much her family could abuse her, she would do nothing. Everything was locked up. But now, that she had lost everything, there was no family.

Yet again, he felt useless. It was shameful. He was a fucking bijuu for god's sake.

He needed to get this shit together and he knew how.

Famiglia.


"The mission was a success," she reported tight-lipped, not wanting to tell more about what had occurred and just wanting him gone.

He nodded with his eyes closed, not moving an inch.

She wanted him to leave. This wasn't something she could deal with right now.

"Can't you leave?" the blonde snapped, having had stress building up and being so tired and just done.

For some reason, he silently complied and walked to the door and opened it.

"Good job."

And shut it.

The sentence made her drop to her knees, feeling a sob coming up and she hated how weak she was-

"It was everything but a good job."

But knowing Kawahira and how strange he was, he probably thought the opposite.

No, probably even he would be even slightly disgruntled.

Why did she let her emotions slip so easily like she was some goddamn 12 years old? Had she no control?

She needed to get stronger. How did she get so weak? What did she didn't have now what she did have before? She was so appalled by her own current state, how did it come to this? What does she need to do to change it? She was so lost. Did she not promise Kurama she would survive? And here she was, being a pathetic little shit. With her pathetic little thought doing pathetic little things and crying in a pathetic little corner.

Rage. The jinchuuriki felt rage to herself.

She choked at her own thoughts and feelings, what had changed? What had happened to her?

She was so bitter. So hateful. So not her.

I have changed.

It was all so blank, so cold. She didn't have any warmth- when was the last time she actually smiled genuinely in this universe? When did she feel warmth? Warmth the Sandaime always had given her? The idea of warmth felt nostalgic. Had she even felt it once in this u-

Nana.

The woman was so different. So naïve, something that you couldn't afford to have as a personality trait in the ninja world. She knew perfectly well. Yet, this woman seemed to be the most right and good. The dinner was so strange, the beginning and introduction seemed like something from a bad theatrical performance, but they were nice. She had felt genuine warmth, it was hard not to with Nana's warm and bright personality.

Naruto wanted that warmth, again.

It may go against what she had decided before- but she missed them. Tsunayoshi was adorable, too. A bit of a coward but adorable. Yamamoto was... kind. And Gokudera acted like a puppy, it was strangely endearing.

In the future, she was going to tell them everything, apparently.

Did she do that because they are going to become her warmth?


- This is kind of an omake, but also part of the story -

"Nana-san, we should have dinner together sometime again."

The brunette beamed, "Naruto-chan! I hadn't heard of you for some time. I'm so glad you are okay! What has happen- Oh no! Let's leave that for dinner, shall we?" She giggled and Naruto couldn't help but chuckle weakly at the memories, "Are, what should I mak-?"

Here Naruto cut her off, quickly regretting it after, "I want to cook for you," no she didn't, she couldn't cook shit, "as a form of return because of the amazing dinner you made for me!" she improvised.

But the mother believed it and sparkles began to radiate from her. "That's so sweet, Naru-chan! I bet you cook amazing! You are such a good and dependable girl for your age!"

Far from the truth.

"I wouldn't say amazing-" she tried before Nana interrupted. Honestly, cooking with high expectations was going to make it even worse.

Naruto somehow didn't mind, though.

Nana clapped in her hands. "You are so humble, it's adorable! I can't wait."

The former ninja sighed tiredly- she was going to have some sleepless nights before that dinner. However, a smile tugged on her lips as the realisation hit her.

She was feeling the warmth. It was practically radiating off the woman.

"How about next Wednesday, Nana-san?"

Nana pouted. "No -san, Naru-chan," she chided, "that day is perfect!"

Good, she had exactly a week for preparing it, that's pretty long, right? Like what did she even need to prepa-

Oh.

Oh.

Basically, she had a week to learn how to cook.

"Do you mind Tsu-kun coming with me? And maybe Reborn-chan? And maybe Lambo-chan and I-pin-chan?"

The blonde felt herself getting more nervous by the second. Reborn? A hell nah, the rest she didn't mind but that guy seemed a bit too sadistic for her taste.

"Sure," she agreed.

Ah, fuck it.


"She was completely different, sir. I don't know what happened, but it seemed like she had snapped."

The white-haired man hummed. "Interesting. How did she look?"

The servant didn't think anything of the question. "Red substance was surrounding her. Her teeth seemed to be more canine like, her eyes reddened and had slits in them. She had quite some similarities to a fox."

Kawahira put his head in his hand while his elbow was casually propped on the table. "Fox.."

He smirked.

"She still has a long way to get that to that level."

The loyal servant didn't react.

Kawahira's eyes gleamed.

"And I don't mind playing a part in that journey. And with some certain people, it will get even more interesting," the tone of his voice changed and he looked the servant condescendingly in the eye, "You," he barked to the servant.

"Send her a new message. She will be getting another mission."


I'm sorry for it being shorter than normal and for it being sad and sloppy but that's basically also how I feel right now. I feel sloppy and shitty and this affected my writing, I guess. I'm sorry for being so unprofessional. I'm really sorry. It's also so short but the upcoming week is going to be really busy and the idea alone makes me want to cry. I'm not exaggerating.

so the whole Italian thing with the Naruto going berserk thing (I'm sorry for the cliche and how badly it was written oh my gosh jejssj I'm sorry for being disappointing) I had asked an Italian friend for translations, so I don't speak Italian. I'm sorry. I love the language, though.

basically, what was said was "Please let me go!" And "Everyone get away! It's a monster!"

btw what Kawahara meant with the whole "with certain people" the next chap is going to include the lovely mc's of the anime again yay

But yeah maybe this chapter will get a rewritten, better version soon but this is the best I could Rn I'm so sorry

don't hate me

And with the poll, rn Tsunayoshi is in the lead. I like it. Tsu is cute I guess and the idea makes me slightly less miserable.

have a good day

Rogue Phiores

(and omg I've hit the 100 favorites! Therefore the sort of omake, sorry for it being stupid)