This story was inspired by the AMV video Whisper of the Beast

To check it out go to this of the Beast

Hello my name is Uzumaki Naruto and I am the container Kyuubi No Kitsune. All my life everyone hated me and looked down upon me. Until I finally found someone, well actually two people Haku, and Uchiha Sasuke. These two people gave me the strength I needed to live and endure both those who hated me and the demon who wished to take over my body.

We were always together, we are the best of friends, or at least we were. Until Haku met a man named Zabuza, that's when everything changed. I had begged him not to leave us for that monster, but he just smiled as he wiped a tear that had fallen from my eye and onto my cheek and he whispered goodbye to me.

Zabuza corrupted Haku and twisted him into attacking both me and Sasuke. That was when my hell truly started. I stare to the heavens still looking for the answer, and what path to follow.

He attacked us and we were both half dead and not I or Sasuke wanted to fight, we couldn't bring ourselves to fight, not him. I got hit badly and I was unable to move away from Haku's next attack but someone took my place at the grim reapers feet. As I opened my eyes to see why I was still breathing I saw a sight that broke me, and made a scream rip from my throat and into the foggy air. There in front of me was the body of the one person that I called my brother. Sasuke had moved in front of me and took the attack head on trading his life for mine. Even to this day tears still stream from my eyes at the memory.

I was broken, our family, my friend, was dead. I cracked and Kyuubi was released. All I could think of was why? Why now? Why him? Why did this have to happen? I couldn't hear, nor could I truly see. I wanted to escape, to crawl into a hole and become nothing more than the air I was still able to breathe.

I was lost and all I could remember was that final scene. I only felt pain, suffering, anguish, dread, and insanity. Kyuubi's bloodlust could not be contained. In truth I think I wanted blood to shed, I wanted revenge, but not on the person that become my victim. Defiantly not him.

I remember being in a dark void, and then suddenly ripped away and brought back to reality, but that wasn't right this reality had to be a dream. I thought this because in front of me lay carnage. The bodies, no more like the remains of flesh of the only two who cared for me, the only two I loved, were laid in pieces before my eyes, their blood flowing along the ground, and coming to pool at my feet.

This sight is what finally broke me. My spirit was shattered and all I can remember was falling and screaming as loud as I could, as tears cascaded down my face like a waterfall. As a knelt there I cursed myself and felt as though I had died and gone to hell. No even hell would have made a better reality, this was, I can't even express it, even to this day.

At the funeral I looked at the picture of the two I had loved. My face was expressionless. Even though I was broken and could barely move, I had to go, to show them, to show them all that even though I was truly a monster I still. The tears are coming again. I still regretted it all, and hated myself.

I now sit alone in my room, my face blank, or full of sorrow. I look at their pictures beside my bed, and I feel hate, sorrow, and then come the memories of blood. This is my hell and each day I die a little more. For I am trapped here, and no one is left to save me.

Those are my thoughts as I lay on this bed. The memories return and so do the tears. Why? We were so happy, the three of us, we were a family…

So what now?

THE END

Or is it?

So do you like it?

I think I might write a sequel to this or something I'm not sure. So PLEASE REVIEW. And tell me what you think.

Sincerely

Christina