Vicious Calm

Prologue

I'm having mild writers block with my other stories at the moment (though I am about a quarter of the way through the next chapter of Junior Class so that will probably be updated next) as such I have to decided to write something that I've been meaning to put down for a while now.

Let's get the warnings out of the way first this story is fem naruto, meaning that in this continuity naruto was born female. Secondly the Kyubi in this story won't be the big bad destructive fuz ball we all know and love. He'll still be destructive but the personality of him, and all the Biju, will differ greatly from canon. Thirdly this story is romance and humour and will feature Kyubi/femNaru as the predominant pairing. If any of this fact bothers you click that good old back button now.

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Still here? Excellent. Well enjoy the story.

In the Elemental Nations there is one force that surpasses all others, the Biju. These tailed beasts that once roamed the land, now locked away for protection or for power. Many know of these demons but very few people truly know about them. Many civilians believe these monsters to have crawled out from deep within Yami intent on ravaging the world. Most nins know that Biju are powerful charka constructs given form and purpose through each one's own warped conscious. Fewer nin know that the Biju are capable of being controlled. Even fewer know that they already have been, on many an occasion. Almost none know where the Biju truly came from.

Knowledge on the Biju, true knowledge on the Biju is hard to come by and those that do know are usually unwilling to part with it due to the world changing possibilities that it can bring. It is knowledge obtained through the deadly combination of strength and insanity.

There is though one piece of knowledge that only a very small minority of the world will ever know.

This minority are known are Jinchuriku and the knowledge they and they alone know is the true personality of the Biju.

The minds behind the monstrous forms.

The driving force behind uncountable acts of destruction.

Only the Jinchuriki have ever witnessed firsthand what it is like to talk and live with a Biju. Unlike most they are not unwilling to share this knowledge with those who would ask. It is simply the fact that no one has ever really asked before.

If though someone was to bring the Jinchuriki together and ask just what the Biju where like. All nine Jinchuriku likely would all tell the same thing.

They're a family of idiots.

The Ichibi, known also as Shukaku, a cute little nick name for the youngest One Tailed Biju running on an infant's mentality. A mad destructive infant. Much like any infant Shukaku is a nigh uncontrollable influence pushing insanity on to those who would attempt to contain him. He also likes taking naps in teapots... don't ask.

Nibi no Bakeneko the den mother of the family, third oldest and most dangerous when another Biju is threatened but rather hypocritical in that she is prone to enforcing her will through brutal beatings.

Sanbi no Kyodaigame a hard headed and stubborn pre-teen. For him the greatest enjoyment in the world is wallowing in water and has, on more than one occasion, destroyed entire settlements and islands because they tried to attack him when he went swimming.

Yonbi no Saru ancient and wise he is the oldest of the Biju and the acting grandfather. Sadly he is increasingly senile and prone to waffling on about everything and nothing. More often nothing.

Gobi no Irukauma he is a strange chimera creature and the appointed second eldest son. Analytical and easily distracted from important things by the so called 'wonders or the world'. Prone to missing the forest for the trees, as it were.

Rokubi no Namekuji is a womanizer of literally legendary levels. Unlike the other biju he changes his form almost constantly and has been many of the great lovers of legend. To those that know him personally he little more than a pervert of legendary levels and frequently beaten.

Nanabi no Kabutomushi she is a vicious and twisted sister. She is a sadist that spreads pain in electrical shocks far too frequently. Though this is far from a useful habit for someone who currently resides in a village of waterfalls, often her sadistic tendencies get out of hand fast.

Hachibi no Kyogyu he is a stern father bearing an aura of benevolence, not to mention an infinitely useful source of advice for the younger Biju. A great fan of classical music if he has faulted it is in his pride, particularly concerning his horns.

Kyubi no Yoko the most powerful of the Biju, in terms of raw strength, in battle his blue fire burns hotter than the sun and the myriad of techniques granted to him by his pyro nature make him a true meister of destruction. Tossing tails worth of charka into doomsday techniques to vaporise his enemies to carbon and nothingness. As for his mentality... a hopeless romantic of a sixteen year old such as the one who is currently morning his love life in a bar in Tanzaku Quarters. Oh wait... that is him. How useful.

"It's hopeless. I mean seriously I've been alive since damn near the dawn of the ninja age... I think it's all kind of hazy that far back. Anyway, hic, I've been alive all that time and do you know how many girlfriends I've have." Bemoaned a red headed teen around him were dozens of empty rum bottles.

"...Two hundred thousand?" Replied the black haired man sitting next to him his glass of sake particularly untouched, a tone of boredom slipped into an emotionless voice. The man was trying hard to ignore the parts of the conversation that seemed to have repeated itself six times by now. Which added up to the majority of the conservation. Instead he worked on figuring out how the boy had gotten such high proof rum this far east.

"None!" The teen replied in a way that made you think that he never bothered to listen to the answer. "Oh I've been close, some serenading or some hundred dates here and there over the centuries but nothing serious. Nothing that even resembles a loving relationship. I want to be able to come home to a cute girlfriend who's already got dinner ready and a bath running... not to mention..." The red head seemed to finish his train of thought as his face became bathed in crimson and a small bead of blood flowed from his nose. Odd as his body, being a chakra construct, has no need of blood.

The black haired man shook his head, 'I wasn't even aware that that particular cliché had been invented yet.'

Some might find the pair of drinkers a strange combination. The kind of combination that would make for a strange to understand friendship. Even the two drinkers themselves didn't know what such a friendship would be like as the two had never before met up until two hours ago when the tall black haired man had sat himself next to the increasingly sloshed sixteen year old.

The boy in question was quite a strange sight really. Though he considered himself sixteen he could easily pass for older, hence why the bartended didn't ask for ID, a lean and fit body were hidden under black jeans and a white button up shirt. To most he would probably be seen as a high school student, recently graduated and celebrating. That was until they picked up on the heavy aura of despair coupled with the fact the apparent high schooler had put down enough bottles of rum to be moving into, and by now probably past, the double digits.

Even under the heavy influence of alcohol his face had the kind of looks that made it more suited to expressions that trod that fine line between happy prankster and evil sadist. His face was clean shaven and rather handsome, though nowhere near the levels of the bishounens he commonly took pleasure in breaking the noses of. Deep blood red hair spiked backwards down to his neck, aside from two bangs which hung lazily over either of his crimson eyes and down to the tips of his mouth. When coupled with a smile that showed off his sharp fox like teeth though, it was a rather unnerving sight.

As the black haired men shook his head he suddenly had a thought. "Out of curiosity, just what would your idea of a perfect woman be?"

The teen broke out of his, clearly dirty minded, stupor. "That's a really good question. Let's see... well she had to be cute of course."

"Of course."

"A bit on the short side, I like small and cute things you see, but a looker too. Y'know... decent curves. Personality big too though. Don't go thinking I'm a perve or anything that's Rokuname-niisan's job. First and foremost the girl's got to be strong, capable of holding her own against Ichishu-gaki at least. Smart but doesn't really show it off, someone who's playful and kind of... weird at the same time."

"Weird?" The black haired man raised a dark eyebrow quizzically.

The red headed teen. "Yeah well I'm not really normal myself and I sort of prefer people with a bit of abnormality to them. Keeps things interesting you know. What else. Must like ramen."

"...Ramen. Really?"

"I love that brothy noodley goodness... it's something of a hidden shame that I don't care enough to hide."

"I see..."

"Yeah. Oh! My perfect girl's got to be able to cook of course and clean."

"That's a bit sexist."

"Well I can't have my 'coming home to dinner etc.' fantasy if the girl can't cook. I suppose I want someone independent but at the same time completely in love with me." The teen sighed. "Ahhhhhhhh... I'm never gone to find someone like that again."

"Wait... again? Something... uh, someone like that actually exists."

"Well actually she was my last container. Girl by the name of... Kushina Uzumaki. Really nice, aside from the love me completely part she pretty much fit all my requirements."

"Why didn't you get her then?"

"Well we only knew each other for a few months when she was like... eight. So a bit young at the time and seeing as how I was being let out for the first time in a hundred or so years I wasn't willing to wait for her to grow. Probably would have made for a hell of a woman though. She was really nice too... she let me out of the seal on the promise that I keep in my human form for the next hundred years and not cause any trouble."

"You kept the promise of a little girl." The black haired man looked confused when he had come looking for the boy that claimed to be the Kyubi no Yoko this is not what he expected. Insane romantic he could deal with but a demon that keeps a little girl's promise not to wreak destruction and havoc upon the land.

"Bah! I'll have you know that kitsune's always keep their promise."

"You're not technically a kitsune you're an energy being."

"...Eh well. Okay, I can't say no to a cute girl. Even if she is well below my age bracket. Real shame what happened to her clan though even if they were pricks that kept sealing me away I had some fun times with them." Once again the teen sighed as he took a swig of his rapidly diminishing rum supply. "Next to finding a girlfriend the utter and complete destruction of whoever destroyed Uzu is on my life goals list. Still at least Kushina survived I heard she ended up in Konoha, nice place though some of its clans need a Pyro Claw up their collective ass, I remember hearing from a wind Kami that that Yondaime Hokage fell for her."

The teen was far so sloshed to notice that the dark eyes of his drinking companion had changed to a crimson red at the mention of the Leaf Village. To the black haired man's credit he got his emotions under control before the tomoes appeared swirling in his iris.

"I've got to admit," the teen continued, "I've always liked the Minato guy. For one he's got great taste in women. He he he... urphh... wow. This stuff is affecting me way harder than I thought. Must be a bad night for me, usually I can get down fifteen bottles without much problem. I should probably start going back to my hotel room." Sadly the teen's efforts to raise himself from the bar stool resulting in him nearly collapsing on the floor.

The black haired man stuck a hand down to the red head. "Here I'll help you get back to your home."

Grabbing his hand the teen grinned, his sharp teeth making the smile appear far more disconcerting that he would have hoped. "Thanks man. You know, you're one of the best drinking buddies I've had in a long time. Seriously most of the time when I introduce myself as Kyubbi no Yoko they either laugh or start backing away slowly before breaking into a run. You're my best friend... uh... what was your name again?"

The black haired man looked down to the teen. "Uchiha Madara. Now if you would be so kind as to look into my eyes." The last thing the human formed Kyubbi no Yoko saw before his mind was consumed by blackness was a set of deep red eyes each with three swirling tomoes.

"Urghhh. What the hell? Man that was... uhhh." Moaned a red haired teen as he rolled over and moved into a cross legged position. Even in his mind scrambled state the teen picked up on the sound of splashing water as he did so.

Not willing to rely on his blurred sense of vision in what was clearly a low light environment the teen raised his right hand and threw it down experimentally. He sighed at the inevitable splash.

"Don't tell me I got drunk and woke up in another sewer. Bloody subconscious and it's obsession with water and darkness. I am the master of fire damnit!" Sighing at the twisted workings of his own mind the teen started working his hands over his own body in a well practiced post-hangover ritual.

"Clothing? Still there. Damn it. Possessions? Still non-existent. Money? Must have blown it all last night, odd I distilled that rum myself so what the hell did I spend it on. Whatever. Uhhh what am I forgetting. Limbs? Attached, excellent! All things considered not a bad hangover. Clothing's a shame but seeing as how I'm in a sewer and not a warm bed laced with female scent... it's probably for the best." As the teen straightened his back the Kyubi he released bursts of his demonic chakra through his faux blood stream. Unlike most of his Biju brethren who only copied psychical appearance Kyubi no Yoko was fond of the idea of having children and thus, in order to achieve that had, ensured to construct his human form down to a level of detail that would honestly disturb you.

As his blood literally boiled from the effects of his Pyro nature chakra, in turn boiling the alcohol in his system and releasing it through small cuts he had clawed on his arms, an effective hangover cure for sure but one which would kill any normal human, the fox boy reaching deep into his mind to relive whatever night it was he missed. No matter how drunk a Biju gets their chakra bodies made sure that any damage was healed almost instantly. Due to the fact that Kyubbi went through the trouble of replicated an entire human body, even if he didn't understand a bit of it, it was no difficult matter to enter his own conscious via a bastardised Yamanaka jutsu. For good or ill he never forgot the event which lead to a morning after as such he was surprised to find the memories for last night coming up... blank.

"What the hell." Opening his eyes after seeing the sheer darkness of the blank spots at least had the advantage of helping his eyes adjust. Rewarding him with the sight of massive gilded cage bars held together by a paper seal that radiated oppression. In that moment small snatches of the night came to him.

A black swirl over red iris. The feeling of small pricks of fire, lightning, wind, earth and water bouncing off the scarlet coat of his nine tailed form. The familiar face of a kind red head now bloody. The tear stained sky blue eyes of one of the few humans he respected in the moments before the same eyes were filled with the cold of death. He remembered the visage of the Shinigami, a terrifying sight even to the strongest of the Biju. The feeling off his nine tailed body being boiled down to pure chakra and twisted into the confines of a seal. Most of all he remembering the feeling of pure rage driving the actions of his body. His mind watching on unable to understand what was happening.

Ripples began to rapidly form in the water of his new Jinchuriku's mindscape as tears flowed freely from his crimson eyes.

"I fucking hate Sharigan."

A girl was in pain. It was a common pain to her. Like most people would considered stubbing their toe or pricking their finger a common pain. Only this small six year old blonde girl was the posser of a great tolerance to pain as such what most would considered a common pain barely registered. No to her common pain was something more. Like a brutal beating.

Usually they started small. A senile old lady screaming about the Kyubi no Yoko was an oddly common set off. Though it was a word that held no real significance to the young and barely educated girl it was one she heard often. It was a word that the child came to associate with a cold feeling in her stomach. While the beatings started small, usually starting with a thrown piece of garbage, they almost always escalated.

It wasn't as though the civilians that flocked to the little girl's screams had to knowledge to do damage to anyone capable of defending themself but they weren't dealing with a ninja they weren't even dealing with a teenager. It could almost be considered impressive that the girl had it in her muscle memory the proper position to absorb the blows and lessen the pain. There was only so much the girl could do against a growing mob of fully grown adults driven by misplaced hatred and grief stricken bouts of temporary insanity. At least that last one was the most common defence the civilians used when Anbu arrived.

Sometimes they came quick. Sometimes not. Either way the girl rarely got glimpses of her saviours before passing out. Though the dog faced mask of her most common saviour was burned into the child's unconscious mind. Then she would awaken in a hospital bed looking up at the crying face of her Jiji. It had all become disturbingly routine for the whiskered blonde girl. This one though was different, this time there were ninjas.

Really they were a couple of pathetic Genin level but, once again, they had made a six year old girl their target. Not to mention this two particular Genin were unnaturally skilled in the use of Killing Intent. Even a girl like Nagi Uzumaki wasn't prepared for the onslaught of images of her own death. She attempted to fight back with images of her beloved Jiji. Causing the two to combine.

Images of her Jiji watching her die.

Images of her Jiji dying.

Images of her Jiji being the one who killed her.

Images of her Jiji laughing as he twisted the knife.

In an attempt to save her sanity her subconscious mind threw the blonde into her own mindscape. Just in time to save the blonde the image of one of the genin withdrawing a kunai.

How ironic that this dark moment would be the same one which would bring a girl, who maintained her innocence against all rational possibility, into a meeting with one who would eventually be a brilliant blue bonfire of joy in her life.

We many never have an actual explanation for why the Uzumaki's mindscape is that of cold dark sewer but one thing is for sure. It is a shocking place for a child to show up after a beating involving violent ninja techniques. The situation was made all the more confusing as the girl's strong will was already working on surprising the memory of the ordeal. Most children would sit and cry for their mummys. Nagi didn't have that luxury, thus she decided to walk.

The hallway like sewer only had two directions to travel each stretching ever onwards to oblivion. Much to the girl's surprise it was the familiar but seemingly misplaced cold feeling in her gut that made her decide which direction to go in.

The walk was short yet the uneventfulness made it seem much longer than it was. On the bright side it gave Nagi's emotions time to settle having so far passes from maddening terror to confusion to fear to the buzz of a new place to now where she was rather bored.

Nagi was starting to wonder if this was that hell people were always saying they'd send her. Then again from the way they made it sound hell was supposed to endless suffering. This was just endless boredom. Had the girl been in a more philosophical frame of mind she could have argued that to a girl of endless energy such as herself endless boredom would be considered endless suffering. Even if she was ever in that frame of mind all thought were lost as she came across the big bars.

It was strange that the first thing the girl thought was that it seemed much darker on the other side of the bars. Then again that was how she recognised that she was outside the cage rather than trapped inside. Well that and the paper seal placed over the split in the bars.

The young girl spent a few minutes attempting to read the funny looking kanji and squiggles. They actually looked kind of fun and she was wondering why people didn't normally write like this, everything seemed so much clearer. Truly the wonders of being the last of the Uzumaki clan.

Eventually though her eyes adjusted to the darkness on the other side of the bars and saw the figure lying down in the water.

"H-hello." Spoke the girl her usually cheery tone having escaped her for the moment. The figure flinched like a man being snuck up on in a library. In his surprise the figure sat up allowing Nagi to see him more clearly. The first thing she saw, after noting him to indeed be male, was that his eyes were red and puffy. The next thing she saw was that his eye colour wasn't totally due to crying. His eyes were actually red colour.

The girl had no explanation for why her face felt warmer when they locked eyes.

"Kushina..." The boy spoke with the dryness of a voice that hadn't been used in a while. "... or fem Minato."

The girl definitely didn't have an explanation for that. In fact she felt a bit insulted to be called unfamiliar names. She was her own person. Naturally she felt the need to say it.

"I don't know who Kushina or Minato are but I'll have you know my name's Nagi Uzumaki. Believe it!" The young blonde particularly screamed at the unfamiliar red headed teen.

"... I see, expect Minato to use his own child." The red head crocked out with a face void of emotion. At least until he started crying.

"Hey wait. Why are you crying I sorry I didn't like those other two names I'm sure they were really great people." This just made the teen cry harder. "Please... please don't cry." Pleaded the young girl felt her own eyes getting teary. For a girl in whose life happiness was a rare commodity at times she found joy in those moments when others were happy. Like when that pink haired girl met that blonde girl. Or that father and daughter at the ramen stand she always wanted to visit but could never suck up the courage. Even when those older children at that academy place got picked up by their parents and hadn't seen her.

Suddenly the girl had an idea.

The Kyubi was crying as the full weight of who he was sealed in hit him. While he may not have known her for long he always kept track of the kind red haired women and her blonde lover by exploiting the various object dwelling gods known as Kami that littered the land. As such he found he felt guilty to not know of her being pregnant. At the same time it made so much sense, he knew a lot of the Yondaime Hokage's character and the only one capable of safely containing his own demonic chakra in the heat of battle would be one whose umbilical cord was freshly cut.

He still remembered little of that night but it was fairly obvious who this child was and who had killed her parent's before she even knew them.

Kyubi had killed before many times but that doesn't mean he was free of a conscious he simply had one that was warped enough to accept the deaths and move on. This though he found far more difficult to simply accept this situation and move on.

He thought of the girl running away when she learned who, or more, what he was. For some reason it was an image he really didn't want to see.

In his own self loathing he only just noticed that the blonde girl had climbing through the bars and was walking to where he was seated.

"What? Where are you-" All of the Kyubi's sputtering were quickly cut off when he felt a small and warm pair of arm around his mid section.

"I've always seen people doing this when a child's crying. They always seem better when they're happy. Please don't cry. People always look better when they're happy."

Kyubi didn't reply. He simply returned the hug. It was only when he noticed the patch of salty wetness on his shirt where the young girl's face was buried that he realised this hug wasn't only for him.

The pair remained there for a long time, two people starved for attention enjoying each other's warm. Nagi shifted up into the teens lap. Kyubi had started to stroke the young girl's silky blonde hair. Neither did it consciously. Neither regretted the action.

"...So." The blonde said her voice was muffled by the teen's white dress shirt but it still sounded rather tired. "Can you tell me your name?" Kyubi flinched. Nagi noticed this and hugged tighter as though the teen was about to run away. For some reason it made Kyubi feel like it would be all right to tell her.

"Kyubi no Yoko. The cause of all your misfortune." He could feel the girl's large blue eyes intently focused on him after this statement. His initial courage diminished somewhat.

"This doesn't feel like misfortune." The girl replied with a lazy smile and buried her face back into the teen's shirt.

For a minute Kyubi stopped stroking Nagi's hair and quickly brushed her cheek. Feeling the slight impression of three lines.

"Definitely more Kushina then."

"Do you have a real name?" Nagi's words came slowly and contently.

"Kyuyo. My family calls me Kyuyo."

"Mmmmm. Kyuyo-kun." Nagi mumbled tiredly before falling asleep.

Kyuyo went back to stroking her hair.

Later he would realise that was the first time he smiled in six years. It was also the first time he felt content in a much much longer time.

"Nurse-san!" In Room 315 of Konoha Hospital a Kanata Hoshi a 21 year old trainee nurse looked up at the room's door in shock from her place beside a young blond child's side.

"H-hokage-sama!" Kanata was only a new nurse at Konoha Hospital. It was the reason why she was sent to deal with the 'demon bitch'. Luckily for Nagi Kanata was actually rather caring and devoted to her job, despite being so young, as such took good care of the blonde despite what burden the child caries. A burden that, unknown to Kanata, the child was actually learning about at this very minute.

On the downside being new she was rather un-used to the entirety of the job requirements. As such seeing the village's venerated leader arrived at the door of a room that most, with the exception of a couple of doctors, had so far avoided like its inhabitant was suffering from the black plague came as a bit of a shocker.

"How is she?" The Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, was rather quick to pick up on the nurse's discomfort and assumed a calmer tone. Though in the urgency of the situation it felt like putting the lid on a blender filled with nitro-glycerine.

Kanata swallowed nervously but managed to speak. "N-Nagi-chan had suffered from several lacerations, a broken arm in addition to numerous bruising. The highest risk of physical harm at the time was from internal bleeding due to trauma to the internal organs."

"How much remains?"

"After the Kyubi's chakra healed her you mean. Rather little. There was an unusually large burst of chakra that repaired the majority of damage quickly." Sarutobi narrowed his eyes, Nagi's Jinchuriku status enabled an inhuman healing rate but he had never heard of her healing this fast.

"Has the seal been damaged?"(1)

Kanata shrunk back under the village Leader's glare. "N-n-not to my knowledge. The chakra was a merely a burst not a continuous stream. What ever happened it's done now."

Sarutobi thought about that for a moment. The nurse did have a point. Still he'd make sure to have Jiraiya check the seal next time he was in the village. Konoha really needed more seal masters. Actually, a lot of villages needed more seal masters. No wonder Uzu was so rich when it was still around.

For now though there were more problems. "About the... reason Kakashi was able to find her."

"Her screaming. There were signs that specially moulded Killing Intent used."

Sarutobi felt his rage boiling under his skin. Ninja are hardly the saints they attempt to project but... using Killing Intent on a six year old! He had thought that Konoha had better standards. "Who are the ninjas that did this?"

To his credit Sarutobi kept a large amount of his own Killing Intent under control. Though the amount that did escape had a good portion of the hospital literally shaking at the knees. Kanata included though to her credit she was still able to answer. "Y-you'll have to wait until the hospital gets back to me with the dental records. Inu-san wasn't very clean in the use of his lightning jutsus."

Sarutobi didn't even notice the sadist grin on his face. It only lasted a moment before his face became serious again.

"When we will know if there is any lasting psychological damage?"

"I-I actually don' think that will be much of a problem."

Sarutobi looked at her in disbelief. The nurse simply walked over the Nagi and removed the sheets covering her face. Sarutobi only stared in shock at the smile.

It wasn't even the cold twisted smile of a killer it was the warm happy smile that Sarutobi had been seeing less and less of on his faux-granddaughters face.

"I guess she's having a really good dream."

The Hokage smiled. While he couldn't remove the strange nagging feeling at the back of his head that this was the sign of something impossibly problematic he couldn't bring himself to care. Nagi was happy.

End Notes- Truth be told I've been wanting to write for a while but it turned out a lot different than I thought it would (got kinda dark in the middle there). For a while my original inspiration comes from a line in a fic, it was so long back I can't remember the name, where I believe Kyubi was encouraging Naruto to get laid so he could get the feedback said something along the lines of 'if only my container was female then I could have groomed her to be my lover'. The fic wasn't a fem naru in any way and the comment was just an off handed way for some laughs but it got my thinking (most people know better than to make me do that) and the seed for this fic was set. It's mutated a lot from the original design but I quite like it. It will be humour for the most part and probably some teeth rotting moments of sweetness at times. It will be Kyubi/femNaru for the most part but I'm planning some femNaru/Harem hetero and maybe some yuri for shits and giggles.

Anyway some of you may be interested in names. In this fic the Biju pretty much use a portmanteau system for their names. Kyubi no Yoko = Kyu + Yo = Kyuyo. The names will be as follows:

Ichibi no Shukaku = Ichi + Shu = Ichisu (Most the Biju will refer to him as Shukaku as an affectionate term. Kyuyo doesn't like him so it will be Ichisu-gaki from him)

Nibi no Bakeneko = Ni + Ba= Niba

Sanbi no Kyodaigame = San + Kyo = Sankyo

Yonbi no Saru = Yon + Sa= Yonsa

Gobi no Irukauma = Go + Iru = Goiru

Rokubi no Namekuji = Roku + Name = Rokuname

Nanabi no Kabutomushi = Nana + Kabu = Nanakabu

Hachibi no Kyogyu = Hachi + Kyo = Hachikyo

Kyubi no Yoko = Kyuyo (you know this one)

I don't know if these names mean anything and I neither do I care nor does it matter. As for fem Naruto's name in this fic is a bit of homage to a favourite manga of mine. Namely Nagi Sanzen'in from Hayate the Combat Butler. As for what the name means... eh I'll let wiki explain-

From Wikipedia- List of Hayate the Combat Butler Characters-
"Nagi" (凪, Nagi?) means "windless, calm", which seems to be the contrast to Hayate, "gust of wind." However, according to Nagi in a 4-koma on the cover of Volume 13, she was named as such because her mother "wished that she'd mow down ("nagi" (薙?)) everything in this world."

Besides Nagi herself is a short blonde girl so I think it works. It's also where the fic's name comes from though I thinking of changing it later. I'm not really happy with this one so I'm open to suggestions.

Well that's how it goes. I'll be holiday's officially after next Tuesday. Two more exams and a graduation and I'll be a High School Graduate. Mwa ha ha ha ha! I should probably be studying now… oh well.

I've started reading some new mangas by the way, Ratman: The Smallest Hero and Hetalia: Axis Powers. I've been reading to look up Hetalia for a while now but I've been a bit apprehensive due to the sheer amount of references between it and Yaoi I've heard. It actually pretty good though I'll doubt I will be looking up Fandom for it anytime soon. The other one Ratman is something I came across accidently in a comic store. It's a bit of a superhero parody. Really fun but trying to find scanlations for it is proving to be an absolute bitch.

On a side note did you know that chakra is in Microsoft Word's dictionary? I thought it was interesting.

Anway Jamata!

(1)- Fixed up a bit of a miss wording here. Thanks to Tzeentchian Techpriest for pointing it out.