Just thinking about an alt history fic idea... Idea starts as Naruto's plunging to his certain death after Jiraiya throws him off the cliff.
"Go away."
The words rumbled softly through the air, hissing with an angry menace from the cold depths of shadow that bled out from behind cold steel bars. There was a shift with them, a form, vaguely seen in the darkness, moving ever so slightly and indistinct before fading again. But, before those shadows, blue eyes looked on, unflinching as wild spikes of sunny blonde hair stood out against the muted grays of the prison around him.
"You... you're the Kyuubi, aren't you..." the words were hesitant at first, a tinge of fear hinting at a depth of conflicting emotions that seemed through every part of his body.
"Go. Away," the words were thick, cold and apathetic as they echoed through the air, pulsing against the cold, uncaring stone that represented the prison.
"I come all this way, and that's all you have to say?!" there was a tick of irritation pulsing through the boy's eyes as his eye twitched slightly, "Not gonna try and kill me, not gonna even threaten me?"
A heavy silence was his only response, the mass of shadows shifting softly, in response, but nothing more.
"I'm talking to you stupid fox!" The irritation was blossoming into anger, pouring through his lips as he growled out a response, "I've put up with the shit that comes with keeping you around long enough! Its time you start paying some rent for it!"
"...No," the word was simple and soft, laced with a cold apathy as the body just continued to softly shift, breathing slowly, softly in and out in the only sign of life.
"No?! We're falling down a ravine, to our deaths unless you give me some of your stupid red chakra, and you say NO!?" the boy growled, his eyes flashing as he grabbed hold of the bars and gripped tight, almost pushing his face into the cell as he yelled at the figure, "Do you want to die?!"
Again, there was nothing but silence in response, the massive figure just continuing to breath, in and out in that slow, steady manner. His eye twitching again, the boy growled as he began to bang, loudly against the bars. Voice exploding past his lips, he glared at the form, "HEY! Its bad enough I gotta put up with this shit from the village! I didn't ask that bastard Hokage to trap you in here with me, but right now I need some of that damned red chakra of yours, so hand some over or I'm gonna come in there and drag it out of you!"
There was flinch, visibly quivering through the firm in the middle of the boy's rant, before finally a single crimson eye could be seen narrowly opening. Shining dully in the shadows, a growl began to slowly echo off the walls, surrounding the boy as he could feel a wave of anger pulsing through the air. It pressed against him, a heavy weight of fear, digging icy grips into his chest , threatening to force him back, away and to his knees as the voice spoke, "Shut up and let me die in peace."
"Oh hell no!" the boy shouted back, fighting off that wave that threatened to paralyze him, to drive him to his knees, "NOT GONNA HAPPEN! Either give me some of that red stuff, or I'm gonna stay with you for eternity! If we die like this, I'm gonna drag you down to hell with me and never let you get a moment's peace!"
"Brat," the word was spat as if the vilest insult it could muster, a cold acidic word that ate at him as that sliver of shadowed crimson somehow narrowed even further, "Fine, get out of here and leave me in peace."