Day one thousand two hundred and twenty-six of confinement
Dear Diary,
It royally sucks that my jailor likes to eat copious amounts of food. If I could feel starvation I think I would have gone a lot more insane than I already have. Eating food is like a delicacy to demons. You don't have to do it to live but it sure is nice to indulge in the red meat here and there, you know?
I hate my life. Isn't this woman dead yet?
-Kurama
Day one thousand two hundred and fifty-three of confinement
Dear Diary,
It seems my dear Kushina has gotten herself kidnapped today. Normally I wouldn't be concerned because she's a psycho and I am sure she can take care of herself. I wouldn't even mind if she called on some of my chakra to help her escape, heck it's something to do, right?
But all she is doing is pulling out strands of her hair! How useless! When has she gone to crazy child to useless woman? Do something! Ugh, woman!
Maybe she is on the dot? I'm too disgusted to actually dig through her mind and find out. Really leaf village, really you must be torturing me. Put me in a Male next time, then I won't have to deal with this useless crap.
Until tomorrow
-Kurama
Day one thousand two hundred and fifty-forth of confinement
Dear Diary,
I have just bore witness to the most disgusting, sappy, fluffy and horrifying thing I will ever have the miss fortune of seeing. It was to horrifying to explain in detail but I will say this; Kushina has got herself a boyfriend who is a blonde, blue eyed fluff machine that is just 'oh so in love with her gorgeous red hair!'
I hope he dies a misfortunate death.
Or a death under my paw, squashing him so flat that not even his own mother can recognize him. Yes, that is my new dream. Kill the blonde menace, and then have kits and raise them to take over the world. Ha. I win Blondie, I win.
-Kurama
An/ I guess this is no longer a one-shot? I just had way to much fun writing this. There will probly be no plot what so ever, just random ramblings…