Kyuubi felt Naruto pulling at his insides, could feel his will being sucked away by the one who had controlled this body for over thirty years. He pushed harder, faster, the dying forgotten: He didn't care about surviving after this now, all he cared about was destroying that damn woman. And the child. The child would not die quickly, oh no. If Kyuubi had time, he would make him scream. That damn Katsuo, who could soften Naruto's heart and bring those wretched tears of pride to his eyes. Kyuubi picked up the pace again. It would not do to have Naruto come out at the last second. Actually... Yes, that would do nicely. But until then, Kyuubi would have to remain in control. He was a blur passing the Uchiha estate, now filled with new Uchihas, the clan's future leader being taught by Sasuke's twelve year old son. A twelve year old son, Kyuubi recalled, who could already use stage three Sharingan. Kyuubi wetted his lips with his demon tongue when he saw the mansion. The place Naruto now called his home was aflame,. and Sakura was tending to a wounded person very near to him. Kyuubi clucked his tongue in dismay; had it not been for their emotional attatchments, they may have been the next three Sannin. Then this fight would have been truely entertaining. But no, Sakura was now healing a wounded woman. A blonde-haiored kunoichi. What was her name again? Oh yes, Ino. That blasted Uchiha kid's mate.

Jumping into air. burying sharp claws in flesh. Life's blood covers all.

Kyuubi gave a bestial roar at the feel of the kunoichi's blood wetting his claws, licked them off. Savoring the taste, he put the blonde bitch out of her misery.

Kyuubi scoured the area: Certainly, his host's mate wouldn't leave the mansion without Katsuo here? He had to be somewhere near. Kyuubi could smell fear, but now the terror all around him made it difficult. Smoke clouded his senses as it did the air. But there, amidst the shouting of dying ninja and tortured civilians, he heard the cry. Katsuo's shrill, tiny, scared voice. "Papa, what have you done?"

Kyuubi turned his head. He calmed himself and forced himself to use Naruto's voice. "Katsuo, we've got to get out of here, come on!" The fox was elated. Grabbing the little brat's hand, he took off leaping as he was so accustomed. straight to the wall. There, he would leap over, and his senses would clear. The scent of the flame and smoke would still rise, but his vision would be of use to him again, and the screaming of his victims would not be as painful to his keen ears. The heat was even begining to get at him, who had caused a thousand fires himself. But now Kyuubi was almost there. The most powerful houses had taken the borders of the village, so as to better guard Konoha, so from the mansion, it was easy to get out.

The wall was hopped quickly and easily, because It had not yet been risen up very high in front of Naruto's domain. Upon finishing his all-too easy escape, he saw many shinobi doing the same. Damn Traitors, Kyuubi thought, clawing his way through the forest to climb a tree upon making it twenty miles out of the village in fifteen minutes. At least I helped the little blonde brat make his decision to attack Sasuke, he didn't come to it all on his own. At least Naruto is not in control of himself in leaving the village. Kyuubi knew how Naruto worked, though. As much as he would love to do it himself, Naruto would kill the traitors anyway.

Kyuubi didn't bother with Naruto's voice anymore. It didn't matter. Katsuo had seen Kyuubi kil lhis mother anyway. He knew what was happening, at least as well as a four year old knew how. "Daddy, what ah you doing? Why'd you hurt Mommy?" Where are you taking me? What's happening?"

"Isn't it obvious you little brat?!" Kyuubi took great pleasure in the child's frightful yelp at the powerful voice of the nine-tailed fox demon. "I'm going to kill you. Now shut up. It is a great honor to be killed by someone as strong as me." The Fox let out a bestial laugh, and Katsuo started struggling. This only further amused Kyuubi. He stopped, at least a mile and a half up a particularly large tree, and set the child nown. "Go ahead, squirm, you'll only kill yourself." Kyuubi watched as the child began to sob and cry, and beg for mercy. Kyuubi loved it when they did that, it always whetted his appetite. He could not abide by the squeak of children, however: it was time for the real pain, the screaming, to begin.

The child's arm was gona in a flash as Kyuubi slashed with pointed claws.

Katsuo screamed. it was guttural, bloodcurtling. That scream was the sweetest sound Kyuubi had ever heard, and it was all his. All this forest, and noone else around to hear them. Blood poured everywhere from the wound, despite how clean the cut was. Clean cuts were't Kyuubi's style, though; It was time to get messy.

Another quick, easy cut ripped the child's face open. The child was now beyond tears, thrashing in the tree, in his incredible pain, but still, amzingly, careful not to fall out of the tree. He just wanted his dad - and the pain, certainly - to stop, just wanted to go home so mommy could fix him, and -

Blood poured from the inside of his thigh another gash zigzagged across. Katsuo jumpoed back, and began to tumble. Now, as his host's child, or what was left of him, fell to the ground, Kyuubi used the last of his strength to bring Naruto back to full consciousness, to watch his son's final seconds. It took every drop of Demon will, but Naruto had no choice but to stay rooted to the spot to watch his tortured son bleed to death. Kyuubi was spent. He knew his actions today had killed him. So many things had abused his body, it was amazing he had lived long enough to do all this. Wether that Naruto brat would live or die, he was unsure. But the pain he had brought satiated him, and now he willingly moved to the flame of his afterlife.

END

Flame me if you want, but this is the way it has to be. Now, I will leave it up to the readers: I have a lot of ideas for Naruto, should he survive, but I will only continue if asked. I want at least three reviews from three different people asking me to continue. Until then, this story, my first ever, is complete.