On that note, sorry to the reviewers who had hoped I'd keep going on the Ino-Shika arc…but I've already got two big fanfics I'm working on so I don't want to start a third one involving romance (by far the hardest thing to write). This one was really just something I wrote off the top of my head…I had no intention of keeping it going…but what I WILL do is maybe write some more like these…make a series out of it.
Take for instance, here's one for Naruto, coming from the potent liquid in the container…
Naruto: The Unbreakable GlassOf course I hated him. I had absolutely no reason not to.
The man who had the audacity to face me in open combat wasn't an ordinary fellow. I realize that now, and if I had known then what I do now, perhaps I would not have come to the conclusion I did about the human race. Yet until that point, they crossed me as oblivious…as one-dimensional crickets that thought they owned the world. It angered me…to know they didn't think I existed.And after stewing on it, I used that anger.
That's why I'm here now. Trapped within a child. I can't escape this prison any more than the boy can escape me. We are locked in a permanent embrace that I'm sure neither of us appreciates. I tried to eat him once…his body tried to absorb me in counter. Never again have I been that bold.
Once I calmed from the initial shock of what the Yondaime Hokage had done to me, I realized that I had limited abilities here…I couldn't get out, obviously, but I had been privileged to see the world from his eyes. I watched him grow from a runt to a boy, becoming a ninja. I've interpreted a bit of the human's language…I recognize that most of the folks around him despise him because of me. I wasn't used to this human mindset at all, however.
Understand that I am Kyuubi…a kitsune youkai. There isn't very much in life that I had not had total control and domination of. Yet, I could feel his feelings around me…invading my space…in my mind, whether I wanted them to be there or not. It was greatly frustrating to have so much around me that I couldn't manipulate or understand. I felt...like a wall of glass was right in front of me...that I for some reason couldn't break.
As he grew older, his emotions poured into me more and more. In return, I was able to leak my chakra out into him in times where he was that emotional. I began to understand him a bit more…physically and mentally. He's a trivial one-dimensional liege…all he knows is he wishes to be Hokage. I can manipulate his emotions fairly easily. Maybe one day I'd know enough to find my way out.
And then, things changed. The kid changed.
I never thought he'd have the audacity to do what he did. He actually came willingly—much like his father had—and faced his inner demon.
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And then he even had the nerve to demand my chakra for himself. It was quite amusing, to say the least.
But, then again, it had become clear to me that any damage done to this boy as my container would probably end in my spirit being torn apart. That was a lose-lose situation for the both of us. Besides…what would I do with my chakra here? I could spare a bit to get us out of a fix.
After his will left from directly in front of my face, I pondered it a bit more. It seemed that the boy made of glass had a solid iron will. I could not help but smile. Sitting for an eternity within a boy could have been a very dull way to live…if it were any other kid but this one. This runt is mischievous, and fights with his back to the wall like an animal—on instinct. Yes, his teammates didn't like him. Yes, most of his village didn't respect him. But this one is too strong to let that hinder him.
I don't like being stuck here in this prison…but at least that man made a nice arrangement for me…and perhaps I was too hard on this breed. At least two of them have gained my respect.
-----------------------------------The soft blue eyes of innocence
Show behind your rough exterior.
Snort all you want, but I know the real you.
Within your smiling gesture I see him…
Beyond the strong words and cockiness...
Wrestling with his day-to-day activities…
Vulnerable. Afraid. Lonely. Weak.
Your charades cannot fool me
For I am trapped in your emotion.
And yet, my eyes are stunned by what emerges
When trouble lurks around the corner.
Balled fists, focused pupils,
Confidence blaring from an open commitment to fight.
The enemy stands proud, and yet you stand
Unwilling to turn back without battle.
Such is your strength, little one…
That it fells the mightiest warlord…
And turns the hearts of the small and large.