"Kyuubi..." A voice sighs in the darkness. If you looked closely, you could see a figure laying on a roughly-made cot and trying to get some sleep. It didn't work in the least, however, because his thoughts kept plaguing him.
At last, he decided to get up and conduct his favorite past-time. He retrieved his journal from underneath his desk and began...
Kyuubi.
I hope that my prayers have been keeping you safe from Madara's forces.
Things have... Not been well where I am.
There is a foul foreboding in the air around Shion Village. It would be my sincerest hope that you would never have to come here again...
But I know that you have friends here and also...
Well, that is a story for another time.
Kyuubi, I hope that I haven't hurt you in any way shape or form. I would mutilate anyone or anything that would try and hurt you, so don't fret.
It is funny. My possessiveness has yet to go away or dissipate. I wonder if it is just a natural trait for me.
I have rambled for quite a bit, haven't I? I just hope that you are well as you continue your journey. Stay healthy, please.
With a soft yawn, the figure lays the journal underneath his head and begins to doze off.