Oh, why—yes, this is another chapter update. You see, I finished my homework early today, and then found myself with a few hours spare time.
Lucky me.
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For thousands of years, humans have lived in fear of demons.
The tailed demons, especially....They were gruesome, destructive, immensely powerful....
Nothing could stand in their way....
Nothing.
...nothing....
Nothing...until the art of sealing was discovered. By sealing the creatures inside of human vessels, we believed we were safe from the endless battle between man and beast.
Man and beast....That wasn't a battle to worry much over....
Man and man.
Now that's a scary thing.
We fought each other, yes. Over and over again, in fact. Day and night, night and day—it was a constant battle for dominance, in power, in love—you name it, it was a reason.
And we used the demons to do this. Manipulated their containers into doing what we told them, using the emotions that only humans can't control with mind alone.
But I guess what we never realized was that demons weren't so different from humans in that:
They had emotions.
They could love.
They could hate.
They knew forgiveness....
They knew revenge.
Sooner or later, the demons would find away to escape their hosts, in hope of such revenge.
And then they did it.
They did it, and it was over.
It was over, and it was done.
In one day.
In this day the demons came and went....
And then they were gone.
And then we were gone.
And then it was over.
And then it had begun.
It was the darkest day ever witnessed.
Yet the sun was shining so very bright.
A heavy rain of the thickest crimson droplets was falling from the nearly cloudless sky.
And we were alone.
It was the worst feeling in the world--the worst moment in the history of forever
...And no one had seen it coming.
The cries of children, men, women, and demons—of every shape and size, all of them—filled the air. The rumbling of the earth below us as it split in a thousand different ways, swallowing them up the village—our village—my village, this nation, this country, this world, and everyone in it.
What could I do?
What should I do?
What did I do?
...Nothing.
Nothing. At. All.
And do you know why?
Because...we had been the cause.
The demons didn't care for revenge—not anymore. Not after seeing what we'd already done to each other while they weren't there.
They went home.
Back to Hell.
And I was alone; for the first time in my life, my body was mine, and mine alone.
And the world was left to rot....
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Psssh! Right! Like we'd still be here if that were true!
I mean, yeah, sure, I guess the demons did get pretty sick of us a while back, but it wasn't nearly that serious.
Stupid old man reincarnation—thinks he knows everything....
Bleh.
I mean, knowing Kyuubi the way I did, he wasn't really that 3-D of a guy. He liked things. He didn't like things. That was basically it.
When he left me all those years ago, I bet it was out of boredom and homesickness! The weak little puppy! He's such a baby.
But I guess the home those demons went back to must get pretty boring after a few hundred years; because, every so often, you can spot a few of them back here in the human realm.
Which is why I'm now currently standing in the pond out behind the Sarutobi-clone clan's house.
I'mma catch me a Kappa....Fun.
Kappa's are such foolish creatures though. Think they can out-wit a ninja (and a demon one at that!). This one right behind me thinks he can just sneak up on me and drag me underwater. He doesn't know that I already know he's there. He doesn't know that my shadow clone, currently sneaking up on him, also knows he's there.
"Gotcha!"
Damn, paranoid old windbag: 'I want you to go out to the backyard and banish any water demons you find out there. They've been giving me quite a deal of trouble lately...drowning my squirrels....'
How did the old man even know they were demons? Lucky guess?
I lifted the Kappa up by its shell.
Stupid turtle wannabe.
"You know, for a Kappa, you sure aren't that smart, are you?" His eyes met my one red one, a terrified look was suddenly plastered all over his ugly, little face. "Killing on my territory....You know," I lifted his chin with my free hand, looking him over, "I've never had turtle ramen before...I heard its goo—AHHH!"
HE BIT ME!!!
That stupid little—
"Where the hell do you think you're going!?"
O, MAN, this sucks—ever since the old man found out my secret, he's been working me to death!
I can just remember Kono-clone now:
'Grandpa, this has gone too far!' (Thinkin' back on it, what the hell made him think tying me up and hiding me in a shed was a good idea in the first place!?)
'NO! The signs are obvious! He's definitely a fox demon.'
'What makes you think I'm remotely out of this world?'
'These past few days, I've been seeing things only my theories can prove.' He turned his head to look behind him, there were three fox pups lounging around near the crack in the open shed door. 'See that!? Its a sure sign of disaster!' He pulled an old exploding tag out of his pocket, shaking it in my face, 'Give me one good reason why I shouldn't seal you right now!'
Thinking quickly like the ninja god I am, I formed a seal within the ropes that--were actually failing quite a bit--binding me. 'OIROKE NO JUSTU!!!'
My sudden enhancement in the sexy department had him out like a light within minutes.
I untied myself, got rid of the expired exploding tag, stood up—all without looking in the Kono-clone's eyes. He wasn't talking. It was just kind of silent.
'Look,' I said quietly, 'I understand...if you want me to leave after this....'
As I started for the door, my ninja senses told me he had something to say. I stopped.
'Naruto...this...this...IS SOOOOO COOL!!!'
'...What...?'
He started jumping up an' down, kinda like a kid who'd just won a toy store or something insane like that. 'Not only do I have a new brother, but he's also a blood-thirsty demon!'
Blood-thirsty...?
'Sorry, just ramen for me.' I rubbed the back of my neck sheepishly.
'Awww! Too bad!' he winked, 'But there's one thing I'd like to know!'
'...Yeah?'
'Heheh...which one are you? The chick or—"
'I'm a male, you little—'
'Now that I think about it,' the forgotten old man weakly raised his arm into the air, immediately changing the subject of the air, 'you might be of use to me after all....heheheh'
And that's why I'm out here now, trying to re-catch this runaway Kappa. The slimy old fart threatened to expose me (not that anyone would believe him if he did) if I didn't do whatever he wanted me to.
"AHAH!" I tackled the turtle-thing as it emerged from the grass and out into the middle street. "Gotcha!"
He was squirming in my hands. The wetness glare off of his shell is so shiny, I'm surprised he's not slipping through my fingers....
...Or...he's not...wet....
I turned around just as the car was within 10 or so feet of me. I jumped out of the way and back into the grass in time to avoid being seriously hit, but the Kappa jumped from my hands when my arm collided with the front of the car.
It screeched to a halt, and what sounded like two side doors opened.
"Dammit!" went the voice from the side farthest from where I was hiding. "We waited three weeks to get this car after you totaled the last one! And what? To hit some kind of overgrown lizard!?" The brushing of grass told me that the Kappa had just retreated into the weeds on the other side of the road.
"First of all," came the other, lazier voice, he sounds really close to my hiding area, "I didn't hit the container, it hit me....And secondly," he sounds really, really close now, "I'm pretty sure I didn't hit a lizard."
"Well, whatever it was, it left one heck ov'a dent."
Hell yeah it did! My arm's bleeding all over!
...Ugh...you'd think being immortal, I'd bleed less....And if this doesn't heal up soon, I'm going to have a lot of explaining to do when they find me....