Kuruma/Kyuubi POV:

Humans.

Disgraceful creatures.

Granted his father had been one, but he had been different somehow.

He'd been understanding.

Seeing him as the scared child he was, compared to the beastly creature towering above him that he appeared to be.

Yet now, there were no more people like that in the World. He had been the first and most likely the last, now he was subjected to torment after torment, humans forever casting their hateful gazes at him, before chaining him and releasing him upon their unsuspecting victims. His captors always looking so surprised when he too would turn upon them, seeing him as a mindless beast they always seem so shocked when he methodically worked his way through his victims until reaching the ringleader, the man to originally restrain him, from here he would enjoy the man's death, take careful consideration to make sure it was as agonizingly slow and painful as possible. To make sure the man felt the same intense physical pain as he did emotional.

For in all the hundreds of years Kurama had lived, only his father had ever shown care for him, love for him, even granted to call him by his name. For the rest, even his supposed siblings, would always call him Kyubbi or Bijuu, "nine-tails" and "demon", both dehumanising words. They treated him like he was the very pure construct of evil, the punisher of all humans.

But he wasn't. He never had been.

In the beginning all he had wanted was to be accepted, for his siblings would always ignore him, due to a combination of slight fear and jealousy, for he had been given the largest portion of power, this division created by the different numbers of all their tails caused them to split apart and travel to separate corners of the World.

And so he was left alone in the original forest where they had been born, his father had passed away a few days after his birth and his human descendants had little to no interest in him. Granted Asura had approached him in the beginning, childlike curiosity causing the fully grown man to want get to know this sentient fox-like creature, this had delighted Kurama. For Asura was kind and friendly, treating Kurama like a fellow companion with respect and amiability.

However this soon ended. Indra, the darker brother, who Kurama had always taken a dislike to, started to take up more and more of the young Asura's time, his brother's jealousy at the fact Asura had been given their father's legacy leading the young men into battle, after battle.

The final most devastating one having led to both men's deaths, Kurama had been devastated, he had offered Asura his power for he knew if they combined their might, his brother would be defeated easily and swiftly, however Asura denied, declaring if he were to fight his brother he would need to do it on an even playing field, the only things at their disposal their own skill.

And so Kurama had been left alone again.

He would lie in the enormously long grasses of the forest, their height being enough to obscure his still cub-like size, for which he would be grateful, for lying in the grass he could pretend he wasn't the feared demon everyone thought him to be, the noise of chirping birds making him feel that maybe he wasn't alone.

And it had been like that for many years.

Until one day a man came, he had approached Kurama smiling and happy, being overly polite, continuously referring to Kurama as Kyubbi-Sama, something that at first had made Kurama quite uncomfortable but after years of solitude he appreciated the company. The man had requested that he set up his camp by Kurama's side, claiming that Kurama's large form offered a solid protection against the strong winds of the region that had been continuously blowing out his fires, Kurama found this dubious at first for he himself had never experienced such winds, but soon forgot about it as he indulged himself in the company of the man. Eventually night fell and Kurama had drifted to sleep, the man himself having gone to bed many hours ago.

Suddenly Kurama was wrenched awake. As he felt burning chains wrap around his throat. Snapping his eyes open, Kurama desperately looked around only to see the same man grinning wickedly at him, the chains wrapped around Kurama's neck being held tightly in the man's fists. Confused, Kurama had demanded what the man was doing, forcefully wrenching away, though the chains held fast and upon closer inspection Kurama saw that upon the chains were various etchings.

Primitive curse mark chains.

For the humans would get better and better with their chains and bindings, until eventually being able to restrict his movement fully. Though for now all this man could do was send painful jolts of chakra up the chains into Kurama's skin, the man's fire affinity having the added effect of making the chains themselves burn into Kurama's skin. Confused and in pain, the man had used the burning chains to make Kurama move, leading him to a nearby village where the man had demanded Kurama use his powers to attack. Kurama had protested at first, though after a few more crippling jolts of chakra up the chains he had complied, charging and attacking the village as the man had sat upon his back, laughing gleefully. Kurama had felt ashamed, hating every minute of what he was doing as he was forced to attack innocent people.

This occurred a few more times, the man's binding chains around Kurama's neck forcing him to comply to his every request, until eventually all of Kurama's pain channelled into anger and then hatred.

For years he had been left alone, hated, falsely called a demon and now he was being manipulated and controlled.

And he had had enough.

If humans were so determined for him to be a demon, he would be so much worse than a demon.

So when the man once again requested Kurama to abide by his will, Kurama had refused, shocking the man, who immediately punished him by his burning chakra, though Kurama with strength that surprised even himself had snapped out of the man's chains, before going on a frenzy.

Firstly he killed the man, using his claws to pull the man in half before taking satisfaction in crunching the man's skull to dust. Then he had attacked the village, swinging his tails furiously left and right, he created mini earthquakes and tornados. His claws slicing people to shreds, as his teeth snapped to and fro, anyone and anything in his line of sight were completely annihilated, there would be no survivors. And just as his fury came to a climax he felt his chakra change, change from the once peaceful blue to a more furiously burning red. All his pain and hatred bleeding into his chakra, as it became darker and ever more destructive. Feeling this new power course through him, instinct took over and he soon found himself collecting this new chakra and the remnants of blue chakra that still remained at his mouth, gathering and amassing it into a blackened sphere, its size growing and growing as it practically pulsed with power. Sensing it reaching unstable levels he released it, firing it at the village below him and watching in awe as the immense power exploded before him, the ground cracking, before crumbling, until turning to ash, people desperately running away were vanquished within the blink of an eye and then the aftershock hit, the force of it wiping clear the whole land, even sending Kurama himself flying back before it dissipated.

All that was left was Kurama.

In the middle of this newly created barren land, this new hatred coursing through him.

And so it had begun, the many years of anger and hatred, his wrath at the disgrace that was human kind leading him to village after village where he would indulge himself by destroying everything he could.

Eventually leading him to them and to her.

They called themselves the Uzumaki apparently, a name he thought odd, especially as their hair was bright red and not blue hence had no correlation to the spinning water they affiliated themselves with. But he didn't care. He was angry and felt the need to punish and so they would bear the brunt of his attack.

Though he hadn't expected what had happened next. He had been taking merciless pleasure in attacking everything in sight, as was his usual ploy, before a man appeared, he too had the blindingly bright red hair and unusually large chakra signature, though his eyes reflected that he was different. They may have been a boring brown colour, but the hardened resolve that shone within them reflected that he was different, he was unlike the rest.

For the briefest second, a brief hope flickered within Kurama that perhaps this man was different, someone who would accept him for something other than a tailed beast, this being the quest that Kurama had been denying he was on ever since he had started this path of destruction; that amidst all this chaos that maybe a man would arise, who was different and understood Kurama, perhaps holding out that much needed hand Kurama so desperately wanted.

Though this hope was soon distinguished, as the man began to chant, the tell-tale signs of a sealing about to occur, Kurama realising what was happening swiftly lunged towards the man however was repelled by some sort of shield the man had constructed, angered he had gathered his chakra prepared to fire a bijuudama at the man, though before he was able to he felt himself being sucked inwards. His bijuudama dispelling, Kurama only just took note of the small infant that had been placed on the alter before the man, realising he was being literally sucked into the infant, Kurama desperately fought back, his claws trying to gain purchase into the ground beneath him, however his efforts were fruitless as he was inevitably sucked into the small child's seal.

And now he was here.

It was cold he notes, icy cold.

His very breath appearing as clear white mist before him.

It was also vast. And dark.

Cautiously looking around, Kurama found himself in what appeared to be a pit, though unlike a pit known to man or beast, it was so deep that not a scrap of light shone down from what he could only assume was above.

The only illumination was from below, an eerie white glow, occurring from underneath his paws, when Kurama shifted slightly, so did the light. And upon experimentation, Kurama discovered that wherever he placed himself upon the floor it lit up in the same eerie white glow.

"Cool, huh?" a voice suddenly interrupts.

Snapping around Kurama is faced with a girl, she seems to be in her late teens, her hair is tied up in a high blond ponytail, with a neat pink bow holding it securely in place, the bow seems odd and in direct contrast to the girl's seemingly mature age, it gives her a sense of innocence that the dagger strapped to her leg directly contradicts. She is wearing skin-tight black trousers, strange pink shoes that slightly resemble shinobi sandals however are thicker and conceal her whole foot, a strange hooded pink top with a pocket in the front and a seemingly black leather jacket, though the design is one that Kurama has never quite come across before. Around her waist is a brown leather belt, with various other alien tools hanging from it, across her shoulders she wears a black bag of some kind with two straps hooked around her shoulders.

Though her strange outfit isn't the only odd thing about her, her skin is tanned and there is a pale pink horizontal scar following the curve of the left half of her neck, her smile is crooked, tilting up too much on the right and her eyes are an unearthly silvery- grey, there being a depth to them that reflects years of experience and pain despite her young age, yet they still shine with an unspoken determination.

"Who are you?" he growls, his tails whipping around viciously as he tries to intimidate the girl.

Though the girl appears nonplussed as she merely gives that same strange smile before shrugging her shoulders, "Well technically I've not been given a name for this World yet. But where I'm from I'm called Kira and for now I suppose I am meant to be you're keeper. And yours?"

"Keeper? This World? What are you talking about?"

"You know that baby that was on the altar before? Well that's me and for some reason my father decided to trap you inside of me, as for the other World part, well I'm still confused about that too, last time I checked I was driving off a bridge and now it seems I've been reborn here. And if you were wondering about my appearance, it is a mental construct of how I looked before I died compared to my real-life infant form, but we can talk about that later, firstly you need to answer my question, what's your name?"

"Driving? What's driving?"

"It's a form of transport, look through my memories if you're so interested, for it's not like you have much else to do. But look we don't have much time here, I can already feel this mental link failing, so answer my question first."

"Hmph, well brat you can call me Kyubbi Ne Kitsune. And you're going to regret letting me see your memories."

"Firstly, I'm not a brat, secondly I have nothing to hide or be ashamed of, and so no I will not regret it. And thirdly even I with my limited Japanese know that's not a name, that's just a title. "

"How dare you, BRAT! You dare challenge me –", Kurama roars angrily, snapping his teeth towards the girl, for she was not acting with the cowering respect he expected.

"You can stop with the bravado act, I'm not scared off you." She replies unblinking, her arms crossing as she cocks her hip.

This surprises Kurama, as he rears his head back, examining the girl he notes that she does indeed seem calm, his sense of smell telling him that she was not releasing any sweat or fear-created hormones.

Sitting back on his haunches, Kurama notes that there is probably no point in trying to intimidate her and he is better off just manipulating her into releasing him, but for now he would have to bide his time and gain her trust.

"Why not?" he replies.

The girl looks wistful for a second, before she throws an arm out and gestures around them, "You see this pit? Well let's just say something much scarier used to live here, but thankfully when I was seemingly reborn in this Universe it was unable to move across with me."

"Much scarier? You silly little girl, I'm and the feared Kyubbi Ne Kitsune."

"Yes, yes, well let's just say I'd prefer you're company any day over the week over it. But we can talk about that later. Now why don't we get you a nicer place to stay, huh? As trust me, I know what it's like to spend long periods of time down here and even if its inhabitant is gone, it's still not very homey.", the girl snaps her fingers and before Kurama could blink he was faced with a whole new setting. They appear to be next to a temple, it is old and decaying, green ivy vines wrapping around it, the reddish-brown stone crumbling away as they are stood in its courtyard. A small river gurgles past and beyond it is a bright green, dense rainforest, various sounds echoing from it, making the whole place seem alive with activity.

Kurama feels welcomed, the place's very atmosphere having a comforting feel as it brings back a wave of nostalgia from when he was child and his father created him.

"This is a place from my other life, it's where I was trained by my Master. It always makes me feel relaxed and so I hope it makes you as well, though if you want to change it, I don't mind, all you have to do is just imagine what setting you want and from what I can work out, it will appear."

"Why?"

"Why, what?"

"Why are you making such an effort?"

The girl looks thoughtful for a second before she once again shrugs, "Look, let's just say I don't know what's going on here or why I even am here. But I've always been a firm believer in that there is no point in pissing people off for no reason. And for as long as you are inside my head, I figured it probably be easier if we both could just get along, you know?"

Kurama feels odd, he doesn't say anything whilst the girl is speaking nor does he allow his expression to change, he maintains his calculating glare, but despite this he can't help his rising sense of hope that perhaps he has finally found the human that was different, that would accept him just like his father and Asura. Though he quickly suppresses this feeling, for he knows that even if this human is different, they never last long.

"Hmph, whatever brat… Suit yourself, but don't expect me to play nice." Kurama chided, turning his nose up in the air in indifference.

"Sure whatever Foxy, I always get them in the end!" the girl quips, her smirk widening as she dances out of the way of Kurama's incoming claw and her image disappears from sight.

"Hmmm…" Kurama grumbles, as he settles back down, his anger dissipating from the Foxy comment, he rests his head upon his paws as his tails sweep from side to side, for now he had a lot to think about and consider.

Hey guys, so I'm glad so many of you liked the last chapter! And sorry about this one, it's a real long-haul, but I felt that there was a lot to cover and felt Kurama deserved a proper back-story too, plus the idea of him being a cute little innocent fox-child was one I couldn't resist! So hope you guys enjoy, oh and and as for the description of Kira she is basically wearing black leggings, pink NIKE's, a pink hoody and a black leather jacket, but because it was from Kurama's POV I couldn't just say pink NIKE's... Anyways, hopefully next chapter should be up by Wednesday - maybe?

Till then, see ya!

Maddiev98