What had happened? The broken and dying boy I had longed to escape from became stronger. His mind sharpened, a dagger he turned against the darker side of himself. The sewer I had lived within for years had shifted over time into multiple landscapes. Under my feet lay a lush field. Yet, at the edge of my view rested dunes like those seen only in the Land of Winds. On the other side, fog coiled above swamplands.
The boy, however, could not have done these changes himself. Firstly, he had never seen the other two lands. Secondly, he is far too egotistical to have not begged for appreciation from me. No, I do not know if it is perhaps an effect of his rapid change or if I inadvertently helped along this change. Not that the boy seems to understand the significance. No, he is far too busy yelling about this or that.
Just last night he came in to tell me some nonsense about a spinning ball of wind he failed to create, again. The words spew from him endlessly, no matter what I say. Even the time I told him I had murdered his parents hadn't fazed him. All the boy did was smile and nod, asking if I wanted to vent! It's like he believed us to be acquaintances and not what we truly are, prison and prisoner.
Yet...it was nice. He never judged me, never told me I was dangerous or deranged. His words never shifted to insults, not even after my own had. Everyday he would ask me how I was doing, what he could realistically do to help me and if I wanted him to go see something in particular the next day. This had been going on for three years now and I could no longer simply ignore him.
How do you ignore someone who legitimately cares? How do you ignore the one person that breaks every theory you had ever had, the one person that actually wanted you. It was easy the first few weeks, all I had to do was close my eyes and insult him. After that it became harder, no longer would my insults suffice. In turn I began trying to attack him. Finally, a year of constant bombardments of kindness I decided to test it. I gave him a location I truly wanted to see, it had been the place that the Uchiha and reincarnation of Asura had last battled. The issue was that I did not actually know how to get there, only that it was far from the village and now a lake. He found it the next day.
Once more I tried to deter him from me, infecting his mind with visions of suffering I had seen. Of suffering I had created in response. He neither flinched or left, instead he apologized. He looked into my crimson eyes with his own sapphire ones and within them I found care, love and power beyond my Fathers. Somehow this boy had built, within the constructs of his subconscious, a bond with me and now he was helping me build one with him.
No longer did I shy from his questions, instead giving him the companionship he desperately wanted. That I desperately needed. His help was not reserved for me alone though. He also pushed Izuna's decensdent on a new path, away from the one his ancestors had taken. One that acknowledged the power of kindness and friends, a path that my Father had believed in.
He also bred two friendships marred by feelings of anger and abandonment. His words reached the hearts of two mortal women that hated him and two mortals connected to beasts who would've been scared of the scent he most certainly radiated. Yet, this did not stop nor slow him.
Lastly, he pulled three others from their own self-destructive behaviour. Once more it was subtle actions and blatant words that he wielded. Truly he was far more dangerous than my Omnipotent Father or Kaguya herself. He needed no techniques, no chakra to tear into the very soul of a being and change its essence. He had done it to me.
"Hey Kyuubi!" He bellowed, happiness radiating in each word. It felt as though my existence was the only reason he was happy and if I disappeared, well, I'd rather not think of what he would sound like then. It's preposterous to think but I still find it impossible not to feel that way. "How was your day? Do you need anything? Maybe I can go see the valley again?"
"Brat," I growl quietly, the world here is far too echoing for my normal voice. "Than...That would be preferable."
Humanity may be evil but I can wait another hundred years to destroy it. No need to hurry.