Underneath

By Love is for Fools

Disclaimer: Hm, this is called for a reason. I just can't remember what it is, now. shrugs Oh, well.

Underneath:

I wish I could do something
Other than comfort you, as a ghost
The only one able to see the real you
The only one keeping you together

Underneath your skin
Crying out
'Don't let this happen,
You're stronger than that'

But you're not
And I'm forced
To protect your fragile mind

And I wish I could leave you
It would be best
You could past their test
Of what a human should be

But I can't, I'm bound and tied
To you, forever wishing everything
Would be alright
Feeling guilty, and unable to cry

For I am underneath you
Just a ghost in your mind
And you are underneath me
Unable to die

And, old saying 'look underneath the underneath', one doesn't have to when they see all the sides of a person. There is no need to look for it's there in front of your face. But, most just don't care and instead make a false image of a person to satisfy themselves, thinking they really know who they are. It's foolish to believe such things; to never take a third look. Because that what it takes to see the real him.

First Look: Most never get past this, seeing only a wild child, a demon, or an idiot. It's sad to say really, that others judge someone in the first thirty seconds that they meet someone. That means that they will most likely keep this view for all their life.

Second Look: It's surprising if you ever get here. Only a few have, and even fewer, still, willingly. They see a child or classmate, who despite all that opposes him, stands up for what he believes in, never gives up, has a good heart, and a cheery disposition. He's a worthy opponent, someone who will be great one day. It'll never come true.

But, unfortunately, none of these things are true.

Third Look: This is what I see everyday as he wakes, as he sleeps, that he hopes the world will never see. Something that could break anyone and anything, like it has done to me. He used to be that second look until the taunts and the sneers finally got to him. But even before that is when it started: He was a babe, just newly born when he was used as a seal by the damned Fourth, who thought that the people of the leaf would see the babe as a hero; he was wrong. The babe's sacrifice was useless as he was hated, without realizing it, hating the only thing that kept me from ripping them to shreds. If I could I would do it still for all the turmoil they put him through.

He is a broken soul now, his ambitions have failed to keep him strong. He tried hard to hold on to them, but they slipped through cutting his hands so he couldn't even do the work of lowers. He realized this: That no matter how hard he tried to prove himself, the people would still hate him for something he could not change, nor live without. And, if he did reach the position of Hokage the people would not respect him, but fear him even more knowing that he was more powerful than them all.

So he stopped trying to be recognized and just lived--if you could call it living--as people expected him to do. Struggling to keep a facade up. Hoping to die soon, but unable to commit suicide for his regenerative abilities. I wish sometimes to be free to comfort him physically, not only mentally. I may be able to protect his fragile mind, from breaking, but I cannot not stop him from hurting his body.

Oh, how I wish that I could separate from him so he could live his life. But, I cannot leave him, he might die.

For I am what is Underneath and he is what is Underneath me. And, I am the only thing standing between him and the world.

I am Kyuubi the nine tailed fox . . .

Love is for fools: Thanks for reading and please review. This came from reading to many angst fics. My inspiration was thinking about what would happen if Naruto had a nervous break down and was unfit to go around in control of his body after attempting suicide several times, so Kyuubi had to pretend to be him, in order to give him time to recover and this came up. Does any one want me to continue?