Kyuubi is around nine in this fic... I have to warn you guys that this isn't the prettiest chapter ever... It's more about Kyuubi remembering his past... a nightmare... it has rape in it... I'm practicing with POVs... I don't think it's that good but this is the longest chapter that I've written on here... well enjoy. I'll warn you when the rape is coming!

"Talking"

'Thinking'

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Kyuubi tried so hard not to fall to sleep but he failed when his eyes closed. His nightmare began as it always did. The same place and the same time.

Kyuubi POV

'I've always loved the snow. It's just so white, just like my mom's hair.'

While looking outside the window, my nine fluffy tails swayed behind me. I
couldn't help but let a small smile show, it was almost Christmas. Christmas was my favorite holiday, from eating all the delicious food my mom made to getting gifts.

"Kyuubi! Can you come help me?!" Shouted my mom from the kitchen.

I sighed showing my irritation of being disturbed but went anyway. I'd
do anything for mom.

As I entered the kitchen I was greeted with smells, that my super
sensitive nose could pick up, of my mom's delicious home cooked meals. She was
currently sitting down getting a drink, her long beautiful white
hair was in a bun, a pink apron, covering her T-shirt and jeans, that was
covered in flour. She also had flour on her pale skin, her white
fluffy tails dirty with dough stuck in the fur, her kitsune ears drooping in
weariness, and bags under her ruby eyes.

"Yes mom, what did you want?" I asked walking towards her my big blood
red eyes looking into her more brighter eyes. I sometimes wonder why mine
were darker; they made me look scary sometimes.

"I just wanted to see you and wanted your insight on how my cookies
taste, oh-dear-son-of-mine." My mom said with a smile gracing her perfect face
while she ruffled my spikey crimson hair.

"Ok." I said taking a bite out of her cookies. I hummed my approval to
her and she smiled with pride. "Your cookies are always the best you know."
My ear twitched and she smiled again then embraced me.

"Aaawwww, you are too nice Kyuu. I just love you to bits." She nuzzled
my cheek and gave me a quick peck to my nose before she stood up to finish
cooking.

I just watched her and was about to walk out when she asked me to go
get father. I froze still and turned around with a frown on my face and my
brows furrowed "Why must I? Ask one of the others to get him." I wasn't going
to do it, but my mom turned around and gave me the puppy eyes "...
Fine, I'll go. But I get ten cookies when I return."

"Of course and thanks Kyuu!" she chirped happily and continued in
preparing the food.

I walked as slow as I could to prolong the journey to see my dad. My
frown was still there but I was also chewing my lip and my eyes showed my
fear of seeing my dad. My father is one of the strongest demons alive and is
probably the scariest one too.

I was finally nearing my destination, my lip had become red from my
chewing on it and I started shaking when I was about to turn the door knob. I
remembered one of the times I went in without knocking and the
punishment I got later that day. My dad, he beat me. He's beaten me since I was five
and it seemed lately to have gotten worse.

I quickly shook my head to clear those thoughts and knocked on the
door. I waited for a good whole five minutes before I heard him tell me I
could enter. I took a deep breath to calm my breathing and heart. I grabbed
the door knob, twisted it, and then the door opened to reveal the person in
most of my nightmares, my dad.

"What is it boy. It better have been important for you to come." He said
with annoyance clear in his voice. He turned around to face me and I quickly
began to shake with panic. My dad had dark blood red hair, ink black
eyes, the wide dark whisker marks like mine, light tan skin, black talons
like mine too, nine black tails and the ends were the same color as his
hair, kitsune ears that twitched with annoyance, and he was wearing a black shirt with blue jeans on.

"U-um... m-mom wanted t-to see you" I was feeling very panicky at that
moment. I was shaking so much that my dad could see it and my palms
were sweating, I also found that the floor was better to look at in this
moment.

My father saw my fear, I knew he could smell it because I could. He
smirked at this and said to me, "Whats wrong boy. You aren't afraid of your own father
are you?" The way his eyes shone and his smile turned predator-like made me
gasp and widen my eyes while reaching for the door.

He saw this and said, "Come here, now." His voice demanded that I
listen so I did. I walked slowly taking careful steps to him. His grunt of
annoyance told me I was going too slow so I ran to him and ended up
tripping over my own feet landing right in front of him.

I looked up into his menacing gaze and coward before him. I closed my
eyes tightly and went into a crouched position, I covered my head with my
small hands, my black claws digging into my poor scalp, and my tails wrapping
around me.

"You better look at me when I'm talking to you. Do you hear me?"
he said in anger, glaring down at me. He pulled me up by my hair I
yelped in pain.

"Didn't you hear me." I nodded my head the best I could with his
death grip on my hair. "Then you look at me when I'm talking." He
threw me into the wall, my head made the most contact with the wall
and it started to bleed from the impact. I begged him not to hurt me, he
came closer but luckily my mom shouted for my dad and he left but not before
saying, "We'll finish this later."

When he left it felt like this great weight was lifted off my shoulder
and I gave a sigh of relief. I took this time to calm down but after my
shaking subsided I left the room as fast as I could. The rest of the day went
by smoothly, our Christmas dinner was pretty decent of course me, my
nii-san, and onee-chan got into a big fight but it was quickly settled
when my dad stepped in.

It was night and that meant presents tomorrow so I dashed off to my
room and my mom tucked me in, she said goodnight.

(RAPE IS BEGINING)

It wasn't until midnight when I heard my door open, I turned over
still half asleep rubbing my eyes with a big yawn. What I saw scared me to
death... It was him standing right in front of me.

"D-dad... w-what do you want? It's really late so why aren't you asleep
with mom?" I asked trying to hide my fear from him this time. But what he
did next hurt... he slapped me and hard enough for my head to turn
slightly.

"Shut up you worthless piece of shit. You have no right asking me
that." I could feel the anger and hatred pouring off of him. He was glaring at
me again but what frightened me was that he was growling and baring his
fangs at me.

"Dad." I squeaked moving to the wall, my ears down and my tails in
between my legs. I didn't know how it happened but I found my dad so close to my face
that I could feel his breath ghosting over my lips. I didn't understand what
he was doing until he said, "I think I've come up with a new way to break you
boy, and this time I don't think your mom will be able to piece back the
pieces." He gave a dark laugh before he grabbed me by the neck and started to
choke me.

My small hands went around his wrists giving light tugs to try and
convince him to let go but it didn't work. I started to feel light headed after
a minute of this and I really didn't feel like dying yet so without
thinking I scratched my dad's face with as much effort I could give. It did work
and he retracted his hand hissing in pain, I sat gasping for air.

"I wasn't planning to go too fast but what you did was the last straw."
He snarled at me with a fierce look on his face. He grabbed me and threw
me onto my stomach ripping my shirt off my back leaving scratches but they quickly healed. He licked the blood off of my back, it made me shiver to think my own dad is doing this.

"Dad? W-what are you doing?" I asked nervously closing my eyes tightly
and gripping onto the blankets of my bed.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson you will never forget." His claws
trailed down my sides and stopped at my pants. I gulped thinking what he was
going to do now and had a pretty good idea of what he was going to do but I
still hoped I was wrong. But, God wasn't on my side tonight, he ripped off my
pants leaving me exposed. I shivered at the cold and knowing my dad was
starring at me.

He leaned down to whisper in my ear "You know, you are an ugly monster.
No one likes you, your mother just feels pity for you. How bout I show you
how filthy and worthless you are?"

Could it be true? Could my mom really hate me? Was my life just full of
lies? I didn't know if it was true or not but it still hurt to hear it.

I felt my dad's hands grazing the back of my neck and trailing his
claws down my back while licking the blood from the wounds.

I gasped out in pain and squirmed at the feeling. I was getting mixed
feelings through out that but it quickly stopped when I felt something in between my legs. I jumped in surprise at the feeling and tried to get up but was held down by my father's other hand. It felt weird and uncomfortable but... it started to feel better and it did get better.

I really didn't know how my body worked but it got hard down there and
it made me whimper at my dad's strokes. He stroked it from base to tip,
swiping his thumb over the top a couple of times.

This weird pressure started to develop in my stomach and it grew more
and more until it was released. This... white stuff came out on my dad's
hand and my blankets, my dad removed his hand from there, I was panting
from the powerful sensation.

My father flipped me over and I stared up into his eyes... They looked
darker, full of this weird emotion that I have never seen.

He looked at me and put his hand with the white stuff on it in front of
my face and said, "Lick it off now." I didn't understand but it smelled
weird to me and I really didn't feel like licking it off. "You dirtied my hand.
Now make it clean by licking it off."

He had that tone in his voice and I decided it would be a good idea to
do what he said so I came forward a bit and licked some of it. It tasted
weird and I didn't really like it but I continued to lick it off until his
hand was clean.

He looked at me like he was going to eat me for a moment but that look
quickly disappeared and he flipped me over again. I landed on my
stomach with an "oof" and heard the shuffling of clothes being taken off. I
looked over my shoulder to find my dad completely naked and something sticking
up between his legs.

He turned my head around and kissed me hard and when I gasped he forced
his tongue into my mouth. It was strange and I didn't like my father doing
this to me so I gave a muffled "stop" but he ignored me. He finally pulled
back to let me breathe, he then but three fingers in front of my mouth and
said "Suck." I still didn't understand that well of what was going on so I opened my mouth, he put his fingers in it, and then I started to suck coating his fingers in my spit.

He removed his fingers from my mouth and grabbed my hips, lifting me
so my butt would be in the air. It did embarrass me but that quickly faded
when I felt something pushing into my small entrance, which were his three fingers, he
thrusted them in. I screamed full of pain but my dad muffled
it by shoving my face against the pillow.

It hurt so much, more than anything I've ever felt before. I started to
cry because it hurt so much. I felt the fingers stretch me inside and it
started to hurt even more. His claws scratched me from there and I could feel
some blood going down my leg. My cries were not heard but the pain soon
stopped, I tried to ignore it. When the fingers were removed I
thought it was over but then I felt something even larger at my entrance.

My dad sheathed himself all the way inside me, it felt like I was being
torn in two. I opened my mouth for a scream but nothing came out. The tears
flowed down my cheeks but my dad didn't care he pulled out and drove
back in again and again. It kept getting rougher.

I yelled with tears still coming down my face "Please dad! Stop! It
hurts! Please! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'll be good I promise just please stop!"
But he ignored me and kept it up.

"God. You are so tight and hot." My dad said thrusting in harder. He
was panting and moaning with his sweaty chest rubbing against my back. I
thought it was going to go on forever but just when I was about to give up I
felt something warm shoot into me. There was so much that some of it ran down
my legs.

My father pulled out of me and I collapsed on my side. I could feel it
pouring out, mixing with my blood. My tears still going down my cheeks
but, I didn't care. I was too tired and hurt to care. My father gave one last
look at me saying, "You really are nothing but a dirty monster. I hope
you remember this son, this will be your punishment and it will only
get worse and worse the more you mess up." He then walked out of my room.

His words echoed throughout my head until I finally fell asleep, still
crying.

(THE RAPING IS OVER)

Kyuubi awoke, panting from his nightmare. He wiped the sweat from his forhead, his breathing going back to normal. He looked at the clock to find it to be six O'clock in the morning. He'd be going to school soon, that means the blond would be waking up soon. He got up to take a shower, taking the supplies he needed for this task. It was going to be a long day.

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Just like I promised! The other should be up either Friday or earlier... not totally sure but I hope you enjoyed this chapter... I think this is one of my best ones! Review or... Naruto shall cry and I'll sick Kyuubi's dad on you!