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Chapter 3: A Reason to Live

'What do I do?' Thought Kurama for the one hundredth time.

At some point in the day, Kurama was excused from the medical wing with full bill of health. The staff of the palace escorted to his new room assigned by Amaterasu. On the way, Kurama sensed that someone was watching him, and with his acute sense of emotions picked up a high amount of innocent curiosity. He assumed it was from that same girl Kurama first laid eyes on when he woke up with his memories of his old life restored. It still boggled him that this world was so different in a good way that he was farthest thing from the strangest in this world. Especially the fact of humanoids having their own animal features, and the lack of fearful stares now replaced with acceptance was soothing. Kurama did not leave from the room, which was typical Japenese style with paper walls and royal rugs and furniture, even when his body cried for food.

However, Kurama's thoughts were nowhere on the present of things and they always went back to the moment of the disaster. The point where he lost everything that he took for granted. His father, most of his siblings, and his best friend gone in an instant. All so he and a select few of the remaining Tailed Beasts could live one without the threat of being sealed. His old self would call himself pathetic for crying so much, but the once mighty Kyuubi no Kitsune of the Elemental Nations can't bring himself to care about his own pride. It was that same stupid pride that costed so much pain in the first place. Maybe if he had been more friendly to Naruto, maybe if he wasn't so selfish of being sealed away, maybe if he hadn't killed his parents, perhaps at least something significant could have changed. Perhaps Kurama deserved to be called a demon because he certainly is good at ruining people's lives.

An alien sensation rushed through Kurama's soul and body and his attention went back to the sheathed blade that rested on his lap. He didn't know what came over him, but something in Kurama's soul ebbed him on to always have the blade with him. It almost felt alive in his hand, and the kitsune Yokai wasn't naive to not think there was a certain specialty in this blade. The former Tailed Beast could tell that this blade was more powerful than any he had come across in his long life, perhaps surpassing the craftsmanship of Hagoromo's own artifacts.

Somehow, from his own soul Kurama knew the name of this blade. Muramasa, a blade forged to end war. A blade that was meant to cut a very concept of the world, and that it made so dangerous to cut the laws of the universe. A terrifying ability from the ideals of a man that only wanted peace, but such an act against the world earned it the moniker of a demonic sword. In contrast to its demonic status, it tried to sooth Kurama's mood when he felt down like a grandfather trying to comfort a crying a child.

Hesitantly, Kurama's hand gripped the hilt of the sword. It wasn't that spectacular on the eyes with tsukamaki being made of black wood wrapped by red handle twine, and the tsuba was a normal black octagon that looked like obsidian but lacked any sort of elaborate design. Clearly, the smith who made the blade focused less on decoration and more on actual makings of a proper weapon. Something Kurama could respect considering he came from a world where so-called shinobi used highly destructive powers rather than deception and stealth.

Kurama pulled out an inch or so of the blade, revealing glimmering steel untouched by the decay of time. The edge was a startling silver almost white in appearance while the blunt edge was a dark grey. Any worthwhile wielder of the sword can respect the practical make of the blade in Kurama's hands. Yet this blade chose him for some odd reason he could not fathom as of yet.

The kitsune Yokai grimaced as his eyes burned in pain and his vision went back and forth between blurry and clear. This was the second time it happened today with the first being shortly after he woke up. Kurama choked it up to some sort of phantom pain humans would have considering he was technically in a humanoid body, but now he was starting to realize the cause was more random. Luckily, Kurama's new room was provided with its own bathroom so he could check on the problem with his eyes himself. Forcing on eye open peaking between his fingers clutching his head, the child Yokai trudged from his spot on the bed towards the bathroom. It was a much smaller room containing an old-fashioned toilet common of 15th century Japan, a bathtub, and washing station with a mirror provided.

First things first, Kurama rushed to the 'sink' if one could call a magical basin of water that automatically cleaned and refilled, and splashed water in his eyes to relief himself of the pain. On some level, it did work as the burning sensation faded away, but the blurry vision persisted. Squinting his eyes, Kurama looked at his reflection in the mirror and noticed certain red lines going down his cheeks. When his vision cleared again, he was shocked still what was revealed to him.

It was not the fact that his eyes were crying blood, but it was the dramatic change of pattern that came over his eyes. They were still a startling crimson, but his slit pupils were gone and were replaced by a circle. A circle that took on a very startling pattern of red and black that was a trademark that Kurama knew all too well. For they were the eyes of the Sharingan.

"What did you do to me, old man?!" Growled Kurama, uncaring of his blood dropping into the basin below him.

They weren't the ordinary Sharingan either. No, it was the version that enslaved his will by that Madara Uchiha, and now he shared the same cursed power with his slaver. His eyes featured a crimson circle center surrounded by three spear like points jutting out with crossed ends. Between each cross was a two-layered circle of red and black with two extensions of crescent blades. A much more complicated design that was only possible the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan.

Seeing those very eyes awakened his rage that was buried deep under by Naruto himself. The ones that his only friend claimed shackled him, and they locked onto him again. It was only for a short moment, but enough that Kurama lashed out with a fist cracking the glass on impact. Shards of glass failed to pierce his body due to his instinctual flow of dense chakra running under his skin. He came down from his high of rage and had to hold the ends of the basin to keep himself standing from his emotional exhaustion.

"This is so fucked." Kurama growled, glaring at his reflection in the waters that highlighted his Sharingan eyes. "Not only am I alone, I also have to live with the same eyes as those fucking Uchiha."

A small part of him wanted to rip them out to live his life blind, but he crushed it down. No use crippling himself out of spite. Kurama reigned in his rage with a deep breath and stood there for a moment figuring out to control his eyes with his chakra to at least turn them off. The former Tailed Beast will admit shinobi with dojutsu made it easy how they control the chakra flow to their eyes. After a ten minutes of trial and error, Kurama manged to cut off the chakra flow to his eyes and turned them back to slit pupils of a fox.

A knock on the door of his room suddenly brought out the violent and paranoid instincts. His back straightened and his arms lowered themselves in an animal-like stance for a fight. He lacked in the proper ways of martial arts, but Kurama made that up with his raw strength and speed he had despite it being very downplayed considering the limits of his current body. Red charka surrounded him in a thin aura ready to be unleashed on the aggressor. Yet all that tension was wasted on the familiar voice that spoke from the other side.

"Ku-kun, are you there?" Said the voice of the very young vixen that Kurama remembered from the medical wing.

His stance relaxed and the chakra aura diminished back into his body, slight cringing from the aching tingle on his skin from the experience. As memory served, the kitsune Yokai's name was Yasaka. He was strangely curious about the kitsune Yokai he met upon his awakening, especially the fact that she herself held an array of nine beautiful golden fox tails. But Kurama refused to respond; he was far from the proper mood of interacting with anyone else and needed to be alone. If he stayed quiet, she will probably think he fell asleep and leave.

"Come out, Ku-kun." Chirped Yasaka in an adorable manner. "You don't have to be afraid. I just want to be friends with you. We can talk."

Again, Kurama refused to respond to Yasaka, choosing to hide behind his bed in case the kitsune Yokai suddenly kicked down the door. She seemed determined enough to do so, and it grew harder to resist as Kurama felt she was fully sincere in her intentions. Like another blonde he used to know.

"If you don't want to talk, then that's okay." Yasaka said in a slightly somber tone. "You can try falling asleep but I know your awake. I can sense your chakra is running after all."

Kurama's eyes widened in surprise on two points. Stunned really at the fact the kitsune on the other side of the door had an acute sense of chakra on a level she could tell his conscious state. What was more shocking was the fact Yasaka can sense his chakra and wasn't reacting to the sight of its violent nature. Despite having quelled his wrath by Naruto, Kurama's chakra still held a corrosive effect to it tainted with hatred. So the question was how was Yasaka not turning into a whimpering mess?

"I'll leave if you want, but I want to give you something." Yasaka said, and Kurama heard a plate being set down in front of the door. "I noticed that you weren't there for dinner. You must be very hungry, so I made something for you. Think of it as a big late night snack, or at least that is what kaa-chan says. Um, good night, Ku-kun?"

Kurama listened to the patter of feet distancing away from the door. Once his sense of hearing could not detect anything, Kurama focused on his emotional sensory skills and detected Yasaka making her way farther from his room and deeper into the palace. He let go of a relieving sigh once he was sure Yasaka went into her own room. For what felt like hours, Kurama yet again sat down on the bed with his only comfort being the blankets and Muramasa.

Eventually, his musings were interrupted by the loudest growl from Kurama's stomach as of yet followed by the pains of hunger. He cursed his body of flesh and blood and the its needs to be kept alive. This was never a problem for him when he was a mountain-sized force of destruction. His eyes lingered to the door where on the other side was a whole meal to sate his new hunger, and his stomach seemed to push for assessment in its persisted growling for food.

With a growling huff, Kurama walked to the door and slowly opened it inwards. His nose was hit with the still warm scent of cooked meat and sauces that were so new to him. Crimson eyes snapped to the floor where there lay the 'snack' Yasaka left. Set on a large, square-shaped coaster was a ceramic plate of sobu noodles topped with garnishes of seaweed and some sort of root. At the side was a bowl of fresh tempura shrimp begging to be eaten.

Kurama could not stop his hands from grabbing the meal and closing the door the next second. His eyes were locked on the foot right before him, and took all of his control to stop drooling. By all technical terms, this will be Kurama's first time eating food. It makes sense that he was nervous at the prospect and some deeper level scared. But his stomach pushed him forward and Kurama tentatively grabbed a tempura shrimp, the fried crust crumbling between his fingers. Without a thought of going back, Kurama bit on the crusty morsel and started his first bite of food.

His eyes snapped wide at the rush of flavors he felt for the first time and he went for more. He did not care if he was indecent via eating with his hands. This food was really, really good! In minutes, Kurama had devoured the shrimp whole and began eating upon the soba, relishing the earthy taste it gave him. And to think that Yasaka said that she made this herself. Quoting from Naruto himself, she was going to make one heck of a wife for someone.

Yasaka had changed into appropriate sleeping wear and was going to sleep for the night until she was hit with a sudden sneeze. And why did her face feel so hot?


(The Next Day)

"Do you need any help, Kurama-kun?" Amaterasu asked almost pleadingly.

"I'm fine." Kurama replied gruffly as he continued with his task at hand.

The morning Kurama woke up, Amaterasu was ready to send him back to the place of his reincarnation's former home. It was there he found the bodies of his parents still there where they died. Despite being dead for a whole day, the pair showed no signs of decay with only the lack of life in their eyes and their pale skin the only indication of their state of death. Yasaka had come along in curiosity of Ku-kun's home, but she was kept at a distance to avoid seeing the bodies. Amaterasu herself was having a hard time looking at the bodies of Tora and Sara without shedding a tear.

Kurama did not know how to feel as he felt emotions of his reincarnation come to surface when he saw Tora and Sara. He felt the undying love the child had for his family reflected back at his parents, and remembered significant memories of them together. In the end, the parents died fighting for their child's survival no matter how slim they were. They were the kind of parents to glady sacrifice themselves so their offspring can live their own life. It reminded Kurama of the sacrifice Kushina and Minato made for Naruto as a baby, cringing at the fact he was the cause for trying to kill an infant to prevent being sealed away again. These two deserved the former Tailed Beast's respect for their willingness to give up their lives.

So Kurama gave them the best burial he could for the two. By himself and without chakra, Kurama buried his parents at the side of the home that once stood. He used the method of piling rocks he found around the area onto their bodies. Amaterasu offered her assistance multiple times, but Kurama heatedly refused every time. Tora and Sara deserved a dedicated burial, no matter how unfashionable it was.

Once Kurama placed the last stone on his father's grave, he knelt down before the two piles in silent thanks to the deceased. The dirty clothes he wore the day before were replaced with a white robes with a black sash around his waist and a blue hakama. A sheath for Muramasa was tied to his hip, but the blade itself rested on his lap. Yasaka at that moment chose to take a sneak peek, but wisely kept herself from interfering sensing the sad atmosphere. The sad expression on Kurama's face did not sit well with Yasaka at all.

"I can take you home now." Amaterasu offered.

"I know the way home." Kurama denied, not sparing a glance to the sun goddess.

His outlook on gods in general was very low considering it was the Kaguya that forced Naruto to suicide himself. From what Kurama could sense from the Shinto goddess, Amaterasu was at least far more powerful than Madara and Hashirama, but not as much to match the Rabbit Goddess herself. Being close to an entity with so much power put him on edge, and he was already reluctant in trusting others to begin with.

Amaterasu frowned sadly at Kurama's dismissing behavior. Reluctantly, she walked away to give Kurama his privacy and approached Yasaka behind the tree.

"Let's go, Yasaka." Amaterasu said.

"Kaa-chan," Yasaka said, "I want to stay Ku-kun. He looks so sad and I want to try and help him."

Amaterasu wanted to say no to her, very much so. The only reason she stopped to consider was what she found in Yasaka's eyes. There was a fire of determination in them Amaterasu rarely saw in the young kitsune. The type of fire meant to lead the Yokai as its empress one day. She knew that Yasaka will deny anything she says if it get in the way of getting her goal, and her goal right now is to help Kurama.

"Okay, Yasaka-chan." Amaterasu said, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on Yasaka's forehead. "Please make sure you are safe."

"Yes kaa-chan." Yasaka chirped.

Amaterasu smiled brightly as she disappeared in a flash of light to Takamagahara. Yasaka was at first dazzled by the display of light before quickly turning her attention back to Kurama. His position had not changed from his kneeling position with his head hanging low. She knew that she shouldn't approach her fellow kitsune in such a sensitive manner, but her heart told her differently. He needed closure, not the isolation that will drive further into darkness.

Step by step, Yasaka approached Kurama with care. Not once did he flinch a muscle in response to Yasaka's movements, encouraging to go forward and be more bolder. He did not look at Yasaka when she was standing beside his left shoulder. The golden-haired kitsune decided to join Kurama kneeling down at his side, and that was when he finally spoke.

"What are you doing here?" Kurama asked, his tone devoid of emotion or spite.

"You looked so sad." Yasaka answered in a low tone. "It would be wrong to leave you alone."

"You're going to be disappointed." Kurama muttered. "It's hopeless to help me."

"I don't believe so." Yasaka declared. "I can help you, as long as I am your friend. Because that's what we are, right Ku-kun?"

'A... friend?!' Kurama thought as his mind went to a complete stop.

Though the significance of her declaration was lost on Yasaka, the impact of her words ran deep to Kurama's very core. Though his appearance may change, the violence and anger that ran in his very chakra was still there. Yet not only did Yasaka sense his own chakra and still approach him, she was bold enough to become friends with the likes of him. She saw the corrosive nature of his chakra, but she didn't care about that. Just like Naruto trying to be friends with him.

Even more, Yasaka's nature revived the Uzumaki's final words. 'Hey Kurama. Can you make me a promise?'

'This girl.' Thought Kurama. 'She's so much like you, my friend.'

"Are you okay, Ku-kun?" Yasaka said with concern and had leaned closer to his face giving him a full view of her cute, heart-shaped face that was begging to be pinched.

Kurama snapped out his thoughts back to reality as his crimson orbs stared back at Yasaka's golden orbs. He reached his right hand to his face when he felt something wet drip down his face. However, Yasaka beat him to it as she leaned even closer to invade his privacy space, and to his shock stick her tongue out to lick the drop on his face that was revealed to be a tear. The former Tailed Beast just stayed still too stunned to make a word as Yasaka leaned back with a beaming smile.

'Perhaps there's something else in her as well.' Thought Kurama.

"I don't like tears on your face so I just ate it away." Yasaka chirped.

All Yasaka got was a wide-eyed stare and a huge sweat drop from Kurama. 'This vixen is so weird.'

"Thanks, I guess... Yasaka." Kurama said barely above a whisper.

Yasaka's smile only got brighter hearing Kurama call her name for the first time. The crimson kitsune in question was not prepared for the full body tackle from Yasaka. Unable to gain footing, they both fell to the ground, the regrown grass flying in the air around them. Kurama never thought he would find himself pinned down to the ground with a girl technically his age in body hugging him to death.

"Yay! You said my name, Ku-kun." Yasaka cheered.

"Would it be too much trouble to say my name too?" Kurama asked while trying to either wriggle out of the grip or remember how to use the Substitution Jutsu to get free.

"Nope!" Chirped Yasaka. "Ku-kun is much better."

'I hope to whatever godly entity that my siblings never hear that nickname.' Kurama prayed mentally, but deep down knew the heavens would work against him for laughs.

Suddenly, Kurama's many centuries of instinct honed in an era of war came to surface. His awkwardness washed away into a serious expression as his body tensed automatically. He reached out with his senses, picking up hostile intent around them and coming in close. It was also at that moment Kurama smelled a potent scent of brimstone from above and coming in very fast. That could only mean - !

"Yasaka!" Kurama exclaimed.

The female kitsune was wholly unaware of the danger that was coming towards them. Cursing in his head, Kurama wrapped his arms around Yasaka and turned her to the left to lay on their sides. He was just in time when a ball of fire impacted the ground before them in front of the graves powerful to buffet the two kitsune in ripping winds and explosive power. Yasaka was fortunately unharmed from the attack since Kurama had used his back as a meat shield for her. Kurama will be fine himself thanks to his potent chakra giving him an enhanced durability enough to stop bleeding wounds and broken bones.

Kurama made sure to hold Yasaka close to his body as they bounced off the ground multiple times. He could feel the earth scratching against his skin and ripping into his clothes. Their velocity stopped when Kurama anchored his hand into the dirt.

"Ku-kun, are you alright?!" Exclaimed Yasaka.

"Fine..." Kurama groaned, not used to the pain of his body.

"Well, well, look what we have here." Sneered a voice dripping with ill intent.

Kurama craned his neck back to find in the air a man a stylized black cloak of unknown design to Japanese culture. Most of his form was hidden away in the cloak with just a pair of golden pointed shoes sticking peeking out of the bottom. The shoulders were equipped in pauldrons in royal blue with purple edge. It was shaped in a sheet of metal that was sharpened at the tip that in Kurama's opinion looked ridiculous. On the chest was a buckle of metal that showed a flame with the face of a fanged monster. Under a hood was a bearded face of black hair with sickening purple eyes leered down at the pair of kitsune and a cruel smirk stretched his face. He was floating in the air thanks to three pairs of bat-like wings, revealing himself to be a High-class devil.

The situation got worse when more stepped out of the surroundings. Kurama could feel the dark energies emanating from them that only devils wore, and they all had a nasty intent that reminded the former Tailed Beast of the likes of Orochimaru. Cruel smirks showed white teeth and eyes stared lecherously at the Yokai, mostly on Yasaka.

"This is interesting." Spoke the High-class devil, dropping to the ground in front of Kurama. "I find out that three of my men were killed yesterday, and here I find two foxes all alone."

"Look at the two of them! They both have nine tails!" One noted, pointing to their fox appendages

"I can see that." Replied the leader. "They can make good additions for my peerage. Especially the girl's for her future services."

'Dammit, and I had pushed Amaterasu away.' Thought Kurama, hating himself for that tidbit.

"But first," The leader sneered with a crueler smirk, "we need to teach them a little lesson on obedience."

The devil swung a flame-coated leg that crashed into Kurama's ribs, cracking the air from the force. His grip on Yasaka failed him and he was sent flailing across the ground like a kicked ball. His high speed travel was only stopped when Kurama crashed into the trunk of a tree hard enough to topple the whole trunk. Kurama bit his lip to hold back the groan of pain from the blow at his side that must've left a bruise to the bone.

"Would you look at that?" Said one of the devils by its feminine tone revealed to be a woman. "The little kid is a lot tougher than we thought."

"Then let's see how much we can break him." Chuckled another man as the surrounding devils began to close in one him.

But Kurama ignored the devils leering upon him. Rather his focus was entirely on Yasaka on the other side with the High-class devil towering over him. The devil himself picked Yasaka up by her hair, revealing her face marred with dirt and barely held back tears from the pain. He made the nine tailed Yokai look at him face-to-face, meeting his gaze that spoke now goodwill. Those eyes spoke of deplorable things to break her.

All of it scared Yasaka, and Kurama see that fear clearly in Yasaka's golden orbs. He hated the fear in those eyes of Yasaka's, a stark reminder to himself when he and his siblings were left alone in the Elemental Nations without their father. She was did not deserve such cruel treatment because of the selfishness of others.

'Hey Kurama. Can you make me a promise?' The voice of Naruto echoed in his head, but this time choosing to motivate him.

He refused to let this happen to her. She was a stranger in a strange yet the second person in his life to want to be his friend. It was all worth it to shield her from harm.

'Wherever you find yourself in, promise me you'll make some precious people for you to cherish and protect them with your life.'

Kurama, once the Kyuubi no Kitsune, will not let harm come to Yasaka. The strongest of the Tailed Beast and the first breath of life from the Sage of Six Paths shall protect Yasaka by any means necessary. Even if it means slaughtering the ones who would do her ill.

'I, Kurama, first life of Hagoromo, will not allow this.' Kurama roared in his mind.

In that moment, the moniker of the fox demon came alive. All the devils went still at the intense malice and hatred that flooded their own ill intents like a tsunami summoned by Susano. Their eyes traveled back to Kurama, the source of all that raw hatred made power. He had risen on all four of his limbs in a stance of an actual fox ready to hunt, and his nine tails flailed in the air menacingly. His features became more feral as his eyes morphed into a glowing red EMS and his whisker marks became more defined. Red chakra seeped off his skin to form a bubbling aura around him and as his nails grew into claws and teeth turned into fang. All the while, his crimson eyes with the complicated pattern glared at every devil in his sight.

And then he moved. There was no describe the speed that was on the higher echelons of High-class. Only the leader of the devils managed to see a red blur that snapped to move upon his servants. His first victim fell with a punch to his gut that pierced flesh from the brute force, and thankfully Yasaka never got to see it. Three of his tails snapped to the devils on his right, wrapping around their necks before snapping them. His right fist still buried in the previous devil slashed out of the wound so the claws slashed deeply into the female devil beside him from hip to shoulder, shredding bone as it went. It took no less than that to kill all eight of the devils surrounding him, and all because of sheer power and speed he possessed.

Then Kurama's Sharingan eyes locked onto the High-class holding the killing intent to cause upon him. The devil in question froze at the look of pure murder that he had only experienced from Rizevim Lucifer. Kurama's very hatred was suffused in his red chakra only held down by his iron will.

'How!?' Thought the devil, sensing chakra levels that were beyond his magical prowess. 'How does a child, a nine tailed kitsune even, have this much power!?'

His train of thought was harshly put to pause when he felt a blow to his gut that sent him rocketing back, and in effect release Yasaka from his grip. The golden princess was gently caught in Kurama's arms, who settled her down on the ground. As he looked at the golden haired kitsune, his features softened compared to the earlier malice.

'Naruto, you made so many promises that you wanted to grant.' Thought Kurama. 'This time, I'll make a promise for you, and I'll start by protecting this girl, my friend Yasaka.'

"Ku-kun..." Yasaka said softly.

"Yasaka," Said Kurama with a rare gentleness in his voice, "can you please cover your eyes and ears?"

Yasaka nodded, squeezing her eyes shut and covering her ears. With her silent to her surroundings, Kurama turned his attention back to the devil that started this mess. The one who had those devils come to his home and killed his parents. The same devil that dared to hurt Yasaka, an innocent in all this.

He showed no mercy disappearing right before him to slash across his chest, making the buckle on his chest come loose. Blood poured off Kurama's fingers, but his stare remained a cold fury. Next, he jumped up and grabbed the devil by his face to smash down on the ground with his body weight. No matter how much the devil struggled, he could only glare back at Kurama's eyes.

"For your crimes, I will deliver a very fitting punishment." Kurama said his Sharingan spun rapidly as he flexed one of his eyes' powers for the first time. "Tsukiyomi."


(Tsukiyomi Realm)

For the devil, his whole world changed into red expanse where he stood on a singular pool. He was tied to a cross by barbed wire and standing across from him was the brat himself. The eyes that drilled into his very soul that glowed more ominously than the world he was stuck on.

"For the next 72 hours, I will torture and break both spirit and mind." Kurama announced. "On a side note, this is my first time using this, so please scream your compliments."

Before the devil's eyes, the boy then morphed into something truly horrific. Where there once stood a five year old Yokai now was a giant fox of crimson fur as a tall as a mountain. Black lips revealed canines ready to tear flesh apart, hands sporting claws longer than his body, and nine tails raised into the red heavens. All the devil could do was scream in terror as the giant fox's maw clamped down on him. That same process would repeat over and over and over again till there was nothing left to the identity of the devil himself.


(Real World)

Yasaka opened her eyes when she felt someone poking her shoulder and found Kurama standing above her. None of the devils were in sight and her friend only looked slightly messed up from the earlier kick.

"They're gone Yasaka." Kurama assured, offering his hand. "You're safe."

"Thank you, Ku-kun." Yasaka said, taking Kurama's hand.

However, when Yasaka tried to stand up, her left foot gave out. Kurama looked down to find that her left heel looked badly bruised. A growl left his throat at the fact the devil was able to harm Yasaka like that. There's no way she was going to walk by herself to the palace in Kyoto. That left on solution, and in all honesty Kurama did not know what to think about it.

"Hold on." Kurama said.

Yasaka widened her eyes when she suddenly found herself on Kurama's back. Her arms automatically wrapped around Kurama's neck and she felt his hands under her thighs. She blushed in embarrassment, but Yasaka kept her hold on Kurama lest she fall from his back.

"Ku-kun, you don't have to do this." Yasaka protested.

"It is sort of my fault." Kurama admitted. "I didn't react sooner and you got hurt because of it."

"Fine." Yasaka pouted as she snuggled into his red hair that she admitted felt so soft. "Your chakra feels so warm."

That made Kurama pause momentarily in his step. That description of his chakra was only associated to Naruto's. He should know since he was trapped in his body since the boy's birth. It really brought the question of what Yasaka really saw in Kurama's chakra. The crimson-orange furred kitsune pushed those thoughts aside and continued his walk back to the palace of Kyoto. All the while, Kurama never noticed the contented smile on Yasaka's face.

When they returned, it took considerable persuasion on both their parts to Amaterasu that Yasaka had tripped on her foot to get the bruise. Kurama returned to his room then to himself. Upon entering, he collapsed on the bed releasing small grunts of pain. The entire time his body was wracked with burning aches from the strain of using his potent chakra and he had endured the pain till the end. The simple answer to this pain was because his body was not mature enough to handle the pressure of using his chakra. The solution to this problem annoyed Kurama to end in its tediousness and simplicity.

Kurama had to get started on strengthening his body in training. Since his chakra was much more potent and volatile than anyone else, he was going to have to push his body on the level those spandex-wearing freaks. On another note, Kurama had to get in the habit of mastering martial arts and getting kenjutsu. He was in a new world, but he was not foolish enough to think that they weren't other 'special' cases of powerhouses that dominated the world, and that was excluding the existence of other gods. Thankfully, Kurama had a mental library at his call from his time in his hosts, especially Mito and Kushina for jutsus and eventually Naruto's. The blonde's Shadow Clone was going to be a real kicker for him.

'But in hindsight, all Naruto had going for him were Shadow Clones and different Rasengans.' Thought Kurama. 'That fucking Leaf village. He could've been so much stronger with the right teaching, enough to stomp the fucking Uchiha and Pein to the ground. I'm almost glad Naruto died so he would not have to live in a lie that held back his potential. Hell, the kit could've rivaled Father if he had the right training. By all accounts, Naruto should've been Jounin when he came back to the village with the pervert, but that bastard only wanted him to use my chakra. That fool never realized he could be stronger not just with my chakra.'

Hours had gone by in his mental tirade and recovery that night had fallen. That was then his door was knocked on a second time. Kurama lifted his head again to look at the door, but it didn't take genius to know who it was.

"Hi Ku-kun!" Yasaka chirped on the other side. "You weren't around for the rest of the day! You're must be pretty lazy if you put yourself in here all day in bed!"

'Oi, I'm laying here because my body is in pain.' Kurama mentally shouted, but it was half of a lie.

"I knew you would be hungry." Yasaka said. "I made you food again. I made more this time since you missed out on lunch and... I kinda hope we can share this time. But I get you want to be alone, so I'll be off."

Yasaka set down the plates and bowls of tempura and miso soup at the floor of the door. She was happy that at least he ate his cooking; that was enough for her. So imagine her surprise when the door creaks open and sees Ku-kun's face peeking through.

"You can come in if you want." Kurama said, opening the door just enough to let her pass through.

The wide smile on Yasaka's face was all the answer he needed. They both carried the homemade meal inside the room where they ate side by side in relative silence on top of the bed. Kurama ate his meal with gusto, but was reigning most his impulse to not be a fool in front of Yasaka. But she certainly wasn't easy with how good she made it.

"Do you like it?" Yasaka asked, giggling how Kurama rushed at the bowl of miso soup.

"I do." It was lie; the food was doing heaven on his taste buds. "You're cooking is astounding."

Yasaka blushed. "Thank you."

Thirty minutes later, all the pair had were empty bowls and plates dirtied with crumbs and soup. Kurama could already feel the call of sleep on his body. He was going to ask Yasaka to go to her own room to sleep until he felt a weight on his shoulder. The crimson-orange haired kitsune looked in shock that Yasaka had fallen asleep and was using his shoulder as a pillow. A smile broke on Kurama's face seeing the contented smile on the girl's face, warming his heart. Then he too fell under the spell of the night, his head falling on back on the soft pillow standing tall at the head of the bed.

An hour later, Amaterasu arrived in the hall, searching for Yasaka as it was an hour past her curfew. Her interests peaked seeing a door still open, knowing that it was Kurama's. When she looked into the room, her heart fluttered and a warm smile graced her beautiful face. She hardly wanted anything else in the world than immortalizing the sight of two people precious together sleeping together after a shard meal. It almost made the goddess squeal at the sight.


Wasn't expecting this chapter to be this long. The main reason I gave Kurama the EMS was because he could access the Susano Armor when he gains his giant fox form. Matatabi, Son Goku, and Shukaku also have the EMS and will be shown very soon. The point of this chapter was to start Kurama forming his bonds with new people and becoming more of a guardian to his new home.

On the subject of Naruto in general, I see how Konoha is 'bad'. I get he is a Shounen character with plot on his side, but its kind of redundant how downplayed he really is. When the episode that revealed the secret of the Shadow Clone, that just screamed to me how much of his potential was thoroughly wasted. And consider the fact Naruto ONLY main ways of fighting are Senjutsu, Rasengan, and Sharingan. That's it. Not even some offensive wind jutsu. And that ends my pointless rabble because this is Kurama's story. A story that will see the might of the true first son of Hagoromo Otsutsuki.

Up next is Chapter 4.

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