Summary: Drabble. He had always subconsciously known why he had so much more control than Gaara did. He had also known that should he admit it, he would hate himself. But denial can only last so long...
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
A/N: I just wanted to write new angle on the whole Kyuubi/Naruto dynamic. This is the first time that I have ever written a drabble, btw, so I'm not exactly an expert on the style.
Demon Fox
Naruto was not quite sure when the dreams had started, or why. All he knew was that they both frightened and invigorated him. He often didn't remember them afterward, but when he did, he could usually only recall a series of flashing images. Images of the full moon, a frantic prey, and his own frame bounding after it.
But those were by far the least disturbing.
Sometimes, he would dream of attacking Konoha village. Those dreams he never forgot.
The thrill of the hunt, the satisfying crunch of flesh and bone; absolute hatred for these arrogant humans that would dare to trespass on his territory. They would pay, their children would pay, everyone would pay...
And he would wake up, sweating and panting and heaving, and wishing that he would die. And then he would curse the idiot Fox for making him have the stupid dream in the first place. But the curses were always weak, and the Fox never answered.
He knew the reason why, too.
Although he would never admit it.
When he had been twelve, he had taken the fact that he had 'met' the Kyuubi to be undeniable proof that the villagers had all been wrong. But he knew better now. He had known better then too.
After all, confronting your demon nature, as it is manifest within your own subconscious mind, can hardly be called a 'meeting'.
He had always subconsciously known why he had so much more control than Gaara did. He had also known that should he admit it, he would hate himself. But denial can only last so long, and even millennia-old demons have their limits.
Sometimes, he wondered what kind of man the Fourth had been, to be able to sacrifice both his own life and the soul of a human boy in order to teach a demon humanity.
He also wondered what his loved ones would think, if they knew that the villagers had been right all along.
And it frightened him.
So he decided that, for now, denial was good enough.