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This is the last chapter of Kit and Fox, or rather the end I wrote, and it would probably not change. I'll give this end for the impatient readers. Beware yet, it could kill your interest for this story so I'm not responsible for your likely spoil! In this chapter, there is also the reason why I made Naruto a girl. If you want to review this chapter, please, don't spoil the interest of the other readers who will not read this one. The tittle itself is a spoil.

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Last Chapter: The Death of the Fox.

Kurama jumped in front of her, and received the sword at her place, right into his heart. He fell noisily to the ground by the shock. And the world seemed to stop at this very moment... And Naruto; she was immutable - she did not know why he did it: her anger mixed with her uselessness, she could not hold back her tears despite her hatred for him. It had to be her to kill him! It was so unfair! Why did he sacrifice himself for her?! She knelt by his side. When she glared at him, with his demon features, he appeared to be an angel to her. A dark one, a red one, but an angel still. Her hands stirred, she put them on the sword that pierced him, but Kurama's hands stopped her.

"No... leave it... huh, huh ... I know it's vain..."

He spat blood, blood flowed from his heart. He smiled red tear-filled.

All her friends present left the place, alone, they left them at their privacy, It was their right. The Kyuubi took refuge in her mind - it was his duty.

And Naruto eventually sat beside Kurama. Her head facing his face, she knew he was living his very last moments at the saw of his blood that was flooding profusely from his chest. All his vital functions were shutting down quickly. The foxes around them bowed their heads before him. They wept their brother - the last of his kind...

"Why Kurama? Why did you do that?" She whispered those words. How tired he was. And the worse; he could no longer hide his feelings to her. Not after that at least. It was too long since he opened his heart to someone... someone dear. Then, he slowly raised his head towards her. She remained motionless, eyes closed, apparently not knowing how she could express her feelings at this instant they shared.

Until he finally embraced her...

She opened her eyes wide by the surprise. Their lips met in his blood. A deep, long, very long kiss, like when you drink a bottle of water. She received his love, his memory, his life. And she understood now. She understood everything he had done for her. He rested meanwhile his head on the floor, laughed poorly before coughing more blood. Her lips trembling, she took his right hand near her own face, and cried like she had never cried.

"I guess... I can no longer.. Lie to you... Now..." A grievous smile decorated his face - and Naruto cried even more. The ocean of her eyes glistened by her tears. He inserted his fingers within her hair, wrapped them in her long coat that fell on his darkened whiskers. And despite his suffering, he truly enjoyed this moment, as it was the sole time he could truly be himself before her without lying. Yes... The divine, and yet eternal comedy...

"Yes," he heard her say to him, "you're a very bad liar, Oni-chan, you know?" And she shook her head, sorry. She repented that she could not understand him earlier. He was breathing hardly, and slowly, very slowly. Each exhalation was a pain for him, as if his existence receded by the flow of his breath.

"Yes, I am..." He laughed cynically again. Still, he spat blood once more, though he was glad to actually see her once more in his deathbed.

"But you have to admit... huh, huh... That I've fooled for a lon... huh, huh ... tim... " He did not regret it. He run his hand over her cheek, stroked her, filled it with her sobs. He deserved his death for a long time, he knew it since his arrival in this world, for all his crimes.

"All the vows you made, you have fulfilled none of them." She stammered through her sadness, remember his own words to always protect her when he was protecting her the first time in her sleep. His promise to always be with her when hugged her for the first time in her bathroom. His oath that he would not let anyone feel his grief when he was before the red stone. But she was more mature than her past younger self; she did not cry out her sorrow in front of him - yet, she could not either hold herself pouring tears for her dying brother.

"Yes... I'm... sorry... Naruto... but... please... huh, huh... Do not cry ... Remember? Don't show... your weakness... huh, huh... before me... Please..." Her hands behind his head, she was recollecting her first lesson. Buried deeply in her heart, like a terrific irony - and bitterly, she was remembering his words at their departure:

Don't cry Naruto, don't ever show your weakness to your enemies. If your enemies spot your weakness, then your enemies will have power over you and you will not be able to defend what is dear to you. You must be strong.

Indeed, she was crying before her past and last woven enemy. And yet, he was bleeding for her, as his eyes themselves were flowing blood away from him. Even if she was strong - the strongest of her deceased clan and village - why she didn't have been able to protect him, solely him at least? Was she that weak? Was she that a weakling?

"No... You're wrong Naruto..." She hear him tell. "You're strong now ... Even... stronger than me..." he brought his hand to her mouth when he saw she washed her tears, realizing he could not do the same himself.

"You really... Become...A good... Huh, Huh... Vixen... " He descended his hand on her stomach, containing the life. The renewal. When he thought about his past, he knew he didn't have regret anything about what he had done... Yes, like his deceased friend, like Naruto .'I will finally join you, my Light.' He thought what he always wished to think, bitterly again, as he had to leave alone the Naruto of this word, the one that justified all his actions. Unconsciously, he fell his eyes closing slowly.

"No, don't!" He perceived her shout: "Stay with me! I've finally found after all this time! DO NOT LEAVE ME! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME! Leave me alone again..." She lamented him increasingly, howling continuously those words. Foxes ranks dispersed - even them could not bear this moment anymore. Seeing the relatives who hated each other forgiving each other finally, and bitterly on Kurama's deathbed. Kurama elsewhere lifted his hand next to her cheek, while with the other, he raised two attached fingers, placing them successively on both of her eyes.

The environment around them morphed in a swirl of roses formed by his blood. It was an ephemeral dream. The sun's rays passed through the clouds. A spring breeze passed beneath Naruto's hair and lift it softly in a gentle stroke. A beautiful green landscape encircled them. Some fox were running toward some hills near them. In a burrow, a pregnant vixen would soon give birth to her husband fox who accompanied her in this ordeal. He was satisfied, it was where he wanted to be before dying, that was what he wanted to see before passing away. He gave Naruto one last smile. His other hand returned to her belly, then forever; he closed his eyes.

"I... Wanted... So... Much... To... See... Your..." He finally said his final words to her. They were full of love for her Heart and her unborn kit. Then his hand near her check fell to the floor with a muffled sound, and he could not pronounce that he dreamed to say. Their environment blurred. The genjutsu vanished around them, as his life. It was like a candle throwing its last sparks. Then he released his last breath.

Kurama was definitely dead. But it was not a genjutsu, it was reality. The bitter, morose reality.

The rain was still falling, taunting them. Naruto yelled, her brother, he was gone forever, she could never see him again. She regretted the time she could spend with him instead to train in order to kill him, but she saw him die helplessly. She laid down on his lifeless body, her hand on his chest, and the Kyuubi whispered her softly. 'Leave him alone, kit...' He spoke like her brother. It was not fair. Nobody could replace him, not even his own reflection. 'Leave him alone, kit ..' 'No!' She shook her head vigorously. 'Let him sleep...' It was like a monotonous song which rocked her but she was inconsolable. 'Let him rest in peace...' She raised her head to the ether. "NOOOO!" She thundered.

The echo of her voice resounded endlessly in the ravaged landscape.

But suddenly, Kurama's body shone from the Shiki fujin sail. It was a beautiful golden light that submerged everything in a soft and warmful atmosphere. His body was carrying the most beautiful melody that the world had ever known. Naruto closed her eyes, blinded, placing her hands on her mouth, but her ears still listened to the melody. This was an artist's song, Kurama's own melody. Naruto was amazed, she received his last present. Kurama flourished in his death. He dissolved in stardust that went to Naruto and merged with her. She recovered the memories of her former self, from the another universe. The divided entity became one again. She finally recovered her brother.

When she opened her eyes; they were were red, cracked. She wept a crimson tear, her last one.

She eventually said: "Thank you, my brother..."

She crossed her arms over her shoulders. Her tear flew by the wind. Wind of rebirth. Rebirth of her world.

She got up, took the sword, and left the place.

They didn't see her anymore...

Epilogue: The Birth of the Kit

Kurama left me an indelible mark on my soul when he died. His memories, those of my other self, how he shaped my life, everything, I mean everything came from his actions. I then noticed that I owe my life to all persons who had protected me from my very birth. My mother, my father, the Sandaime, Kakashi, Itachi, Sasuke and especially Kurama. This good Kurama, my brother, my brother that I hated so much, I finally understand all actions, although that is unfortunately too late for me to notice them.

Sometimes in my dreams, I rehash his memories, his life in the another dimension, and his residual contempt for humans to have chain him in this vicious circle of hatred. I sometimes visualize the emotions which tormented him in this life, so many emotions, a torture of emotions, I often wonder how he had been able to live with such excitement, such passion in his blood and also why his feelings were so strong. Whether was his love for me, his sadness of being separated from me when I was a child, his grief for not being able to stay at my side, his jealousy toward Itachi and Sasuke to take his place alongside me and his hatred against Madara who had adbucted me and my other self from him. Perhaps that is the fact that his soul originally didn't come from his body, and that he felt stronger that the mankind used to fell daily.

I would never know.

These days solely, the burden that Sasuke left me weighs on me, but I'm still happy anyway, because I know I am not alone in my retirement. I went with my infant in my womb to Kurama's house, near Kiri's ruins. I have not visited once the compartment where Kurama had stored all his thoughts, his drawings, and his works. I felt that it was his private property, and that I had no right to violate what still remained of him even if he left me a note in his room.

My Heart, if you are reading this message, then it would mean that I had perished. I dread this moment while I'm writing the time of my death, because deep in me, I still want to stay alive. However, this is not my worst fear, my worst fear is that I make the wrong choice in the moment of my death... If you know what I mean, unlock the seal that contains the rest of the message.

The chose tell me everything? Fool! You should have told me before, and as stupid as I am, I had not noticed it. Why did you hide it Kurama? Why?

I hesitated a moment open content, I must admit, I was scared of the message content, because every words of him refer to my own fault, though Kurama has stripped me of all my crimes, it remains one which is mortal for me, that is I was not being able to understand him before. Even during the journey succeeding the death of Sasuke, even while you were by my side while you learned my ultimate technique, I could not forgive you, and now I repent bitterly.

Trembling, I opened the letter for me.

And then I could not resist, I'm sorry Naruto, truly sorry. However, I have no regrets, because I still fulfilled my duty to you and my Light, and this is also why I do not want you regret me, whether for the the time that we could spend together, or the fact that you could not grasp the meaning of my actions. I want you to know that it was my choice to you and you do not have to carry this unnecessary burden. I want you to live like you had always lived among your folks, this is my last wish. But rebellious as you are, I know you not listen to the advice of a big brother a little senile at the edges (laughs). Farewell, Naruto, I embrace you with all my heart, you are for ever my Heart.

Kurama, it's so unfair! It is easy for you to tell me that after your death, so I can not answer you. I would beat you to death a second time for that! No, in fact I would probably cry in your arms like when I was a child. Kurama no, I can not live in Konoha, I can not face up to the village which I had so much loyalty as my loyalty should lie on your side. And this is why I live in your house right now, that I maintain it, to perpetuate your memory. Say what you will, in all letters that you might leave me, but it's my choice, an adult choice, and now I am able to take it. I am an adult, I grew up, I matured and I can protect what is dear to me now. Thank you, Kurama.

Let push away these dark thoughts! I'll end up depressed if I continue to twilight endlessly into the past. If Kurama took away from me the ability to travel in the past, it is not for thinking about such ideas. Think rather about things rather happy! Such as changing the baby's diapers, nurse him, doing laundry, cooking, all the small daily tasks that make you regret the battlefield. I think I really can not get away eventually from these thoughts.

Go back to the birth of my child.

The coat of Kuji was dull. He lived poorly Kurama's departure too, he had been the fox who had been the closest to him, his real brother. He understood my pain and share alike. I had not still yet not forgiven me for hiding the truth about Kurama, but I did not openly blamed him, because he was one of the only friend that I still had, and I could no longer afford to lose more.

The day of the childbirth, foxes came inside the house, then they carried me to the grave of my other self, and of Kurama on which I graved his name, my sword and his own interlocked, symbolizing our separation. I screamed in pain, but I was glad to finally be among my family, the one of foxes.

They raised their snouts in heaven, me giving birth in the center. They recited a song at night, in tribute to my disappeared brother.

"Between the unnamed graves, he raised the stone in the center of his beloved friend." An earthshake took birth, and ascended to the Heaven.

"Alone in his madness and melancholy, he came to protect his Heart from the enemy" The stars were wheeling in the sky, reviving changes that had made Kurama in my world.

"Contempt up to his mistake, he made terrible choices based on plans he had done." The fox groaned in chorus a deep disapproval.

"Despite the sacrifice of his identity and of his own health, he lost in the middle of the way only one companion, tarnishing his determination, and filling him with introspection." So, while foxes sung towards the sky; their voice vibrated so intensely that I closed my eyes to listen to their cries of despair and pity for my brother. They sympathized with me to the pain he had suffered.

"From border to border, he reduced his enemies to dust. His reward? Loneliness ... His answer? Jealousy ... His reaction? An irreparable crime... Yet, he found his Heart at the end of his journey where he did his ultimate sacrifice to her fate, for from her belly would born the one who will reform the world forever." All made a silence. They all turned to me as I pushed howling at once to ask them to stop their dirge, but also because my baby went out of me. Always in a world filled with silence, I led him to my arms, and everything was illuminated by red and cracked eyes directed to him.

"What is the name of the future kit?" The foxes questioned in choir at the heart of the night.

I did not hesitate a second: "Kurama!" I asserted in the pain of childbirth. 'Thank you Naruto... ' The Kyuubi muttered in my mind... He was glad and proud that I dedicate this tribute to his disappeared image.

I held my baby in my arms, cutting the umbilical cord which united us, he had red hair, like Kurama. He clung to my breast, I think I've never dropped him from my protective arms, not wishing that he would escape from my tight embrace, as I had once escaped from Kurama by cutting myself from him by my stupidity and my imprudence.

Sometimes when I look at the horizon, I see the smile of Kurama in the clouds, as if he would be proud of what I've became, the work of his existence. Tears are streaming from my eyes, I can not to keep them then. My hand? What does it do? My hand is raising, twirling, dancing to the notes of the song that accompanies the recital of my life's story. Foxes also mourns their brother which humanizes them...

No, it dehumanizes them, because humans are not worthy of them, their strength, their prowess, their address, and their loyalty to their brethren. Humans in their war who have tormented Kurama, forced him to preach a God, turning Itachi into their messiah, and they scorned my brother condemning him to death while considering him so the Devil. So I do not owe them anything, I have fulfilled my duty as the last junchuuriki of the world, which is to unit it in peace and harmony.

Foxes crowd around me, they welcomed me as a sister, the will's heir of my brother and guardian of their nephew. The foxes are accountable only to themselves because if Kurama has taught me one thing well; it's that foxes have no villages.

End of the fifth part, end of Kit and Fox.