Dear Reader,

This is my second installment in my Fascinations drabble. Just a look inside the heads of random character, mainly villains. I want to know what they might be thinking. The fic just writes itself. This one is about Kyuubi from Naruto. I did it during lectures in class (shhh! I was taking notes! I'm a good girl!) Just some stuff to get the creative juices flowing. We'll see if it worked or not.

I do not own Naruto.

I do not own Samurai X. I take a few lines from Hiko at the beginning of movie one.

I do not own Tarzan 2. (yes, yes I stole that old monkey's lines… phooey…)

Thank you to the people who hit my story. REVIEW ME! I'm feeling unloved… Oh well…

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Sincerely,

Starr

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The thing that confuses me most about humans is… Well… Everything! At first glance they look like bald apes. They walk on two legs and have hands, like apes. They like to live in groups, like apes. They can eat anything, like apes. They sound like apes. Hellfire, they even SMELL like apes! I bet that's what human were originally. Hairless apes… Or really ugly fish. REALLY ugly. It's parents should have drowned it at birth and save me all the trouble the things offspring would cause me in later years. Now if humans were more like the fox, and a noble breed we are, they would've known not to mess with me and mine. But humans are a stupid race. Violent too. And very deadly. Like killer wasps. They look harmless at first glance, but when they sense danger- WHAM! You have a kunai through your heart before you can blink. Violent creatures. But that's not anything to scream about. The world is a violent place. The dangers thing about humans is greed. But that by itself, isn't any reason to fear them. A little greed is a healthy thing. Raccoons hoard food because they're afraid of starving and hate feeling hungry. Bees hoard honey because their queens are over-working bitches, but hey, they survive. Rabbit warrens hoard their harem because they are hornier than hell and don't like other warrens sniffing around their wives, but it keeps the population going. But what I'm saying is that it wasn't their violence and it wasn't their greed that makes humans to terrifying and hateful… It's a mixture of both. The extremes of each side. Extreme violence, which causes a man to slit the throat of his brother. That causes foolish, useless and pointless wars the leave kitlings orphaned and vixens weeping and the helpless starving. Extreme greed that causes the few to hoared all the food and leave the many with nothing. When times are hard and food is scarce, wars among the foxes might begin. But they do not last long. Only until the food being fought over is either eaten by someone more clever than the other or said food manages to get up and escape. It seems that wars among humans begin because they LIKE it. They LIKE the bloodshed and the violence and the horrors. There are very few humans who don't kill for sport. A swordsman I denned near when I was young once said, "Violence no long frightens man. The reek of spilled blood is as common as the smell of white plums. So he creates poverty, slavery, and other horrors beyond count and mention." A wise man he was. Alas his red-headed student was not so wise by the smell of blood that continued to cling to him years after he left his master's care. Humans confuse me. I do not try to understand them. The many are cruel and heartless, acting more like rabid dogs than civilized beings that they claim and brag to be. The precious few are few and far between. And those precious few, the few worthy to be counted among your 'precious people' are to be cherished. Alas this pathetic village of yours has so few truly 'precious' people that they would have been better off if I HAD eaten them all… Of course they probably would have given me indigestion. Despite what you may thing I don't hate ALL humans. I don't like them either. They are as skittish as horses at the sight of something 'strange'. Of course their views on what is 'normal' is just as sickening. But the few 'good' humans I will leave along. Avoid them completely if I can. The kitlings of this village frustrate me beyond reason. They have no clue that I exist and yet they hate you! Why do you protect them? Because you want to be their ruler? Such a question I asked to another human. One who is so much like an older reflection of you. How alike the two of you are becoming. Soon those foolish creatures will no longer be able to deny who you are. Only a few 'good' humans know. They are kind to you not because they pity you, but because they know it's not your fault. They are only nervous because of me, but that fact does not keep them away. The little vixen with eyes like pearls loves you. Not because of me. Because of you. Because you are strong. Because you are you. Vixens only choose the strongest as their mates. Someone who can protect them and their kits. Obviously to your obliviousness she has chosen you. Even though you are still yet kitlings. There is still time. Time for you to grow. Time for you to become strong. Time for you to gain their respect. Time for you to become their leader. Time for you to realize what those looks mean and take the pearl-eyed vixen as your own. And time enough for me to become strong. Time for me to separate the seeds from the chafe. Time for me to break free of this cage of flash and bone and blood and life. And time enough to devour those unworthy of your mercy. But that time is still far off. You are still young and tender and in need of protection. So I will protect you, Kitling. I shall sit inside this cage built upon the tears and blood of a blond haired, blue-eyed warrior who placed the life a child under that of a village full of scum. I shall watch you sleep and guard you from what pain I can. I shall share my strength with you until power can at last be yours and I shall have enough to break free of my cage. And when that time comes blood will flow like wine. But until then I will protect you… Because you are mine.