Naruto's demise 6

(This is what I thought Naruto would be like if he didn't have friends, but also had fox like features, more so than those whiskers he already has. HA plus I give him a scary fan club, no pairings, well not planning on any, but we shall see.)

Naruto didn't care, he didn't give a damn if one person lives or dies because no one ever cared for him, and no one ever gave a damn if he lived or died.

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Last time

The half naked boy ran, going faster and faster. He travelled over the moist grass, acres upon acres of the stuff. His feet rang loudly upon the damp earth leaving, past wet, grass scorched. "I could have killed him!" shouted the boy.

"I know! And I keep telling you they would have been on top of you by the time you pulled your hand out."

"Shut up" he increased his pace "I don't even know why I'm listening to you!"

"Because I can do this" Kyuubi stopped, and clutched his head, screaming in agony.

"STOP, IT HURTS!" his screaming continued, his pain doubled. He fell over, rolling around, his screaming got louder and louder. Then, just as abruptly as it came, it went. Minutes passed before Kyuubi regained his breath and senses.

"Now will you follow my orders?"

"Bastard" said Kyuubi, as he got to his unsteady feet. He set of again. "Can you find a different way of communicating with me than using the same mouth? It's starting to get on my nerves."

"You think I like it!? I have to taste what you eat." Kyuubi chuckled "I'm working on it, ok?"

"Hurry up then" he jumped over a ravine, landing silently and swiftly taking of again. "I could have taken them." Kyuubi's voice was now soft.

"I know, but I couldn't take that chance" Naruto's voice equally soft.

"I could have…" he doubled his speed, passing waterfalls, trees and lakes in a blur. The sun beat down upon his dark skin, warming him up after the damp interiors of the dungeon. "…I wanted to kill them"

"I know, I know. Next time you come out you can, deal?" Kyuubi seamed to think about this, but what was there to think about? It was another chance for him to slaughter. Also he could work on his complete dominance.

"Deal"

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This time

Darkness exists in everything, without it there wouldn't be life. Night and day, yin and yang, heaven and hell, good and evil, the opposites of a coin, yet connected in more ways than thought possible. For some it just a niggling at the back of the mind, easily dismissed. Like the feeling of hate, pushed aside for the "better". For other's, its all consuming, genocide, murder, rape, torture. It's all born of light and darkness, manifesting in the form of the seven deadly sins. They are vanity, envy, gluttony, lust, wrath, greed and sloth, the blueprint to the soul. Everyone contains them, no one is free. Even the preachers at church, they just suppress them easier. Take you average maniacs, Hitler, Mussolini, Sadam; they had these, just in more abundance than anyone else. Maybe an early experience forced them out, or maybe they got sick of it all. There is always going to be more of these rejects, even your best friend could be the next Oswald, he or she just hasn't tapped into the darkness yet.

Now as they say, back to the plot.

Naruto struggled free of Sakura's choking grip, pushing her away. He wasn't in the mood, even a fight he would dismiss right now. He just walked ahead, ignoring the pleas from Sakura, the annoying silence from Sasuke, and the aggravating stare from Kakashi.

We weren't that different, me and him, we just go about things differently… or maybe I haven't grown into it yet. He spared a quick glance at all three of his team mates. No he couldn't kill them, he wouldn't. Sakura's annoying clinging, Sasuke's weird way of being friendly, and even Kakashi's perverted ness. He came too rely on all of them, the familiarity of it all, the odd comfort. Maybe he should make an effort, maybe he should talk, not shove them aside like empty cans…Maybe. He was still unsure whether an attachment was desired or not.

He fell into an exhausted sleep, promising to answer questions in the morning. It wasn't a peaceful sleep though; he was plagued with the Kyuubi all night. While his body rested, his mind was mutilated.

"Why are you here, brat?!" Kyuubi's thundering voice drifted through the bars, his; he assumed it was a he, his mountainous body waking from his favourite past time, sleeping. Kyuubi's huge red eyes, and malevolent red chakra that seemed to ooze from him were the only sources of light in the dark, damp room. The great fox's head was raised a little from his crossed paws, his smile or sneer, it was hard to tell, shook Naruto to the core.

"How the hell should I know? I don't even know where here is!" He was already annoyed by the fox, his fear subsiding, only a little. The hulking mass lowered his head back onto his paws, eyes closed, mouth relaxed back to normal.

"Your not as smart as you look you know." The fox whispered.

"Sorry for not being taught about rooms with giant furballs…" he ignored the dangerous growl form Kyuubi "… locked behind metal bars with what, I hope, is water running up to my ankles." I know that's the seal on the bars though, he thought, but didn't mention it, just in case Kyuubi didn't know about it. It was weird; the paper seamed to be the only thing keeping Kyuubi sealed away, no welded together bars, or huge padlocks, just a flimsy peace of rotting paper. Wait, rotting, does that mean it weakening? I sure as hell hope not.

"It's what your mind created me to be sealed away in. Seems it hated me a little" a low chuckle… Growl? Came from the huge mass of crimson fur "Oh, and there's no toilets down here" Naruto wasn't sure if it was Bijuu humour, of just a weird way of reminding him that it hates him. He walked over to a wall, put his back against it, and slowly slid down, letting out a small grunt when his backside hit the floor, hoping that the huge fox was joking about there being no toilets.

"So if I imagine you having pink, fur covered bars it would happen?" Naruto let himself give a cheeky smile.

"It's not that easy" he could tell it was getting bored with the conversation "your mind has to except me first."

"Well, it's kind of hard to accept that an eighteen story high demon fox, which has nine tails, lives inside of me."

"I hate it to, but I've learnt to accept it, you should to."

"It's kinda hard, you know?" he shifted his weight from his now numb right bum check, to his left. He moved his tails from the water, shaking them out as he placed them on his lap. "How did you get sealed in here in the first place?" curiosity replaced his fear and resentment now. He knew it was the fourth Hokage which did it; he just wanted to hear his version. Kyuubi snorted, giving Naruto a sideways glance.

"That bastard, the fourth, did it." The fox now sighed, how? Naruto will never know. "Would you die to protect Konoha?" Naruto was slightly taken back by this question. He played with the fur on his tails, as if unsure, before finally answering. "I don't know, if I hated the invaders then yes, but if I didn't know them, then I'm not sure."

"Then you wouldn't understand what I was going to say" he closed his eyes again.

"Why wouldn't I?"

Kyuubi laughed, no mistaking it this time. "If you aren't willing to protect your village, how can you understand someone who is?" Kyuubi slowly got up, turning his huge body around so his head was level with Naruto's. His voice was now a roar, instead of the controlled hatred that raged it before. "Your village is your home, whether you like it or not. You should want to die protecting it, not having to be ordered to. You're probably thinking I'm only one person; it won't matter if I don't fight. But what if you're the one person who was meant to end it, or the one person who saves someone? Your trash, simple as that, you don't even deserve the title of Ninja. Ninja means assassination, fighting and protection. You may excel at the first two, but you're hopeless at the last one. Protection is a want, not a chore. You just haven't realised it yet, and most likely never will."

Naruto knew the fox was right, but he couldn't find a part of him that wanted to protect Konoha. He had searched many times before, but no matter how far or how long he searched, he fount that no part of him cared whether it was burnt to the ground, or came under evil rule. He just couldn't care, he wanted to, oh Kami how he wanted to, but from a young age he never had someone to teach him the virtues of good and evil, the moral rights and wrongs. So he grew up, believing that, believing that he was allowed to do anything, so long as it got the desired results he could do them without any unwanted consequences. The tears began to fall; slowly running over his hard, emotionless features. And hand equally as slow was raised to the tears, a finger brushed away a stray one, sky blue eyes were captured by the little ball of water, resting on his outstretched finger. Haven't seen these in a while. He, unknowing why, grew angry, furious. Maybe it was the simple words that drew him to this, or the fact that a few words could bring him to this, he didn't know. He wiped the tears away angrily, cursing his weakness. Standing up slowly Naruto began pacing, the seething anger quickly replacing his self pity, anything to keep his mind of his life, his hell. The water raged at his feet, his tails never stopped swirling and his hand rhythmically clenched then unclenched. He needed to hurt something, destroy something, anything. He looked around and saw the bars, through them was Kyuubi, watching him with mild interest. He walked over towards them, stopping an arms length from Kyuubi. His ears stood erect, proud, as he stood before the daunting figure of the king of the Bijuu's.

"Bastard" Naruto snarled, and lashed out with his fist, hoping to hit the fox. What happened next Naruto didn't expect, a red barrier stopped his fist from passing between the metal bars. It rippled outwards from his fist, like the water rippling outwards from his feet. He roared and started to repeatedly hit the barrier, not caring when his hand started to bleed. He just kept blindly swinging at the barrier, not noticing the fox's head drawing near, the gigantic nose inches away from where Naruto's hand was hitting.

Bang…Naruto hit harder bang…Harder still bang… Harder still bang… He threw everything into it… Thud.

Naruto stopped, wondering why it changed tone. Realisation hit him and he slowly looked at where his hand was. It was connected to a huge black nose.

He followed the nose upwards, onto its long, crimson coloured snout. His eyes didn't stop; he didn't pull his fist away. Eventually, he met eye to eye with the fox.

Those huge, red eyes now held something worse than hate, a million times worse million times worse than anger.

Amusement.

You see, demons generally have a sadistic sense of amusement, and that's precisely what Kyuubi's eyes contained, amusement.

Ooooooooooooooh…Shit.

"You better hold onto something"

"…Huh?" Naruto got shot backwards, slamming painfully into the wall at the other end of the sixty foot long room. It didn't stop there, oh no, his body kept on getting pushed back, cracking the wall behind him.

He wanted to scream "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH IT HURT'S!" but the force of the Chakra kept his mouth clamped shut. He writhed against the force, pushing forward, pulling away. Nothing worked; nothing got rid of the pain. So his body took over, where your brain shuts down and your body goes onto automatic. Doing things your body normally wouldn't have been able to do, or thought it couldn't. He let out a large blast of Chakra, combating Kyuubi's Chakra with his own, somehow giving him room to move around. He dropped from the wall, getting quickly to his feet. Even here he could feel it starting to push him back, so he moved behind his Chakra wall, the force subsiding slightly. It's like wind he noted, blowing round the object, until they meet up on the other side, so this should help me. He expanded the length of his wall, until the crushing force went completely. Ok, now that's done how the hell do I get out of here? He felt himself weakening, ok more importantly, how long can I last? He heard a grunt of pain coming from the other end of the room. He looked through his chakra, and through fox's, the sight shocking him. It would almost be wind, if it wasn't for the odd dashes of red and blue. Kyuubi looked like Naruto did not long ago, pushed against the wall, being forced into it. This is how powerful his Chakra is? Amazing.

"Don't push me away, let me in and it will stop!" he managed to shout towards Naruto, before he began writhing slightly, even when he was in agonizing pain he'd only lose a little bit of pride over it, stubborn idiot.

"What do you mean, let you in?" Naruto asked.

"Let my chakra inside you!" Naruto wasn't sure; he didn't know what would happen, how it would happen, or what he'd do when he woke up. "If you don't do it now, we will both die!" A war raged inside Naruto, die, or let everyone else die. Wait, why was he asking? He didn't care, right? ...Right? Then why is it so hard for him to make this decision? He could die here, and save people from a possible disaster, or let him in, and cause a disaster. But what if it didn't? The part of him that desired power put in, what if it makes you more powerful than you ever thought possible? Imagine what you could do with that power. What if it eats me away the force of it destroying me as well? What if it doesn't? Was all he got in return. He came to a decision.

"…What must I do?"

Kyuubi chuckled "Good boy. You must let down your shield and absorb me, how? If you can't figure it out, you don't deserve it." He had to give credit to Kyuubi, he didn't have a pained voice, and his huge body hardly moved.

"…Fine" he let down the shield after a couple of seconds of getting his courage up. He was thrown against the wall again, the Chakra pushing and pushing. The relentless pushing, like he was being crushed, smaller and smaller until he couldn't breathe, couldn't even blink. We will both die. The words rung in his head, but what could he do about it? He was hurting, unable to think straight. Open yourself up, open yourself up, your body is rejecting me, force it not to, calm it down. He didn't know where that voice came from, and he didn't care. He forced himself to calm down, to open up. It was a lot harder than it sounded, but he managed it, he managed to stop rejecting the Chakra, letting it soak into his body. It entered like a mist, rapping around him, slowly pushing its way into his body. He could feel it flowing through every one of his sweat glands, entering every individual organ. When it reached his heart it started to beat rapidly, it almost felt as if it wanted to burst from his chest. The pain returned, ten fold, it felt he was being burnt from the inside out. One thought went through his mind, I'm gonna kill Kyuubi when this is over.

"Don't worry it will be over soon Naruto." once again he was annoyingly right, soon after he spoke the worse of the pain stopped. It was now just a dull ache that travelled through his body.

"…You never said… it would hurt" he breathed out. Kyuubi once again settled himself on the ground, paws crossed, and head lying on top of them.

"Yep defiantly not as smart as you look."

Now, to any onlooker they would have basically shit themselves from what they saw. The chakra this thirteen year old boy was letting out dwarfed any they have sensed before. It burnt the very air with its ferocity, writhing around him in a red haze before forcing itself outwards, passing around them like a sheet caught in the wind might. The boys back would then have arched, an ear splitting scream coming from his horrified face. Then! …Sudden calmness, like the storms finished…or the calm before. The body completely relaxed, his lips formed into a weird smile. But then the convulsions would start again, but different from before, he curled up in a ball instead of lashing out at all around. Chakra shot out in blasts, destroying all around. Then, the calmness once again, and the relief that knowing that was the last one…

…Or the calm before an even bigger storm.

Naruto sat up, the burnt sheets falling of him. Did that really happen? Or did I dream the whole thing? He swung his legs out the destroyed bed and stood up, stretching his back, causing it to crack. It seemed so real though. Aw hell! I'll never know. He lazily pushed open the battered door leading to the bathroom, not noticing that it was almost of its hinges, or the faint red colour the metal handle turned. He didn't even notice the whole bathroom was destroyed, or the way his sweat soaked face looked back at him from the cracked mirror. He blindly reached out for where his toothbrush should have been, and groaned when he grabbed thin air. He tried again, then again and once more before he finally turned his head. The toothbrush wasn't there, the shelf they rested on wasn't, or the wall that the shelf rested on. He looked slowly around, then back through to where he was once sleeping, finally noticing the burnt and battered room.

Oh… well guess that proves it did happen.

He stepped through the gaping hole in the room into the just rising sun. He carefully manoeuvred his bare feet around the chucks of debris that littered the grass garden. He looked around the little haven, the perfectly cut grass, the beautiful wild flowers and the stunning waterfall that ran into a clear stream. His bare torso warmed up dramatically when the sun ran its rays over it. He only just began to notice how cold he was, the warm outside a major difference to the cold bedroom.

He inhaled deeply through his nostrils expecting it to clear his messed up head. When it nearly made him vomit he then knew something had changed. He bent over double, hands on thighs, coughing so hard that he felt his throat would catch fire.

Eventually his coughing eased up, his teary eyes managing to open up once again. He took an experimental breath in through his nose, only a small one, and it stung like hell, causing his eyes to tear up again. He quickly blinked away the tears. He opened his mouth and began taking in deep breaths, trying vainly to stop all air intake through his nose. Well, this is strange. He lifted a hand up to his nose, expecting it to be all… well he didn't know what to expect but he was still surprised when he fount it was normal. It took him another half hour until he managed to breathe in trough his nose relatively normally, it still stung a little. And by that time he was sitting down, leaning back onto his hands letting the sun catch his already tanned skin. The more he breathed through his nose, the more he could distinguish smells, like the smell of the flowers. If he concentrated in the floors by the stream, he could easily (not at first) pick out a random smell and know which one it was.

He heard them before he saw them, the heat from the sun making a haze rise, all shapes becoming undistinguishable. He also noticed, well not noticed physically, but he knew something was up. He could smell, well a mix. Before they saw the wreckage, Sakura predictably smelt, err, what was the best way of putting it? Obsessive, no, that's not it. Something as close as a thirteen year old can get to lust, that's what she smelled like. Kakashi didn't smell of anything, he was a plain in smell as he was in expressions. Now, here's when it gets interesting, Sasuke isn't as calm or collected as he appeared to be. He was wary of Naruto to say the least, but when he saw the gaping, six foot five high hole that came from his bathroom, that changed a lot. Naruto could literally smell the piss building up inside of him.

He spent the rest of the day grudgingly answering Kakashi's questions, reciting all he could of what happened at the torture room, except Kyuubi taking over. Kakashi was worried now; Naruto did need his newly acquired sense of smell to know that. He was never good at reading physical behaviour but smell, he quickly fount out, never lies. It's incapable of it. He left out the part of Kyuubi coming out for one very obvious reason: hatred. He didn't want anyone to hate him anymore than they do now. If they did, there's no telling what he would do. Multiple times he had fount himself wanting to kill them, but all those times he managed to regain control. It was just as the old saying went "keep my friends close, but my enemies, even closer" he wanted to gloat in their faces when he became Hokage, the title given to the "good" Ninja. No Ninja's good, they have all killed, murdered, committed genocides, pillaged, the list never ends… and that's just for one Ninja! Seeing as the Hokage's the strongest ninja in the village, he must have committed many of these crimes, yet they still give him the title. The only difference was that they didn't hate them; they hate Naruto though, for something he couldn't help, bastards, the lot of them. They don't know talent when they see it, he thought bitterly. He finally managed to return to his busted up room after a quick explanation that he lost control of his chakra, it wasn't the truth, but not far from it. He tided up as much as he could late into the night. He promised himself to come back and pay for the repairs, well when he had enough money that was. He closed the bathroom door, stopping the cold night air to flow through into the small bedroom. When Naruto finally finished cleaning up what he could he slouched exhausted into the relatively comfy bed, staring at the roof. He crossed his arms behind his head, not wanting the sheets to cover his body. He spent the next few minutes trying vainly to fall asleep, when no such events happened he opened his eyes and began to do what he did with most of his spare time, think. He sorted out his memories, the questions and the answers. Right now though, he couldn't think straight, he didn't know what effect the fox recently had on his body or if they were short or long term effects. He fount his hand running slowly over the right side of his chest, the moonlight flooding in through the small window above his bed giving it, he knew it sounded stupid, an eerie feeling. I mean think about, I've been kidnapped, tortured, meet a giant fox, got hurt by the giant fox, got a nose that hurt when I breathe in, and a cut that should have killed me that healed over night… son of a bitch! That's what I meant to ask him about, damn it, I completely forgot… well I suppose I've got a good enough reason almost being killed is ok isn't it? It better be, or there'd be hell to pay. He spent another five minutes trying to get asleep. After those five minutes, he stood up, grabbed the scroll, and jumped through the hole.

Screw this I'm gonna go train.