Creatures killed in cruelty and malice, with no defence and who had hurt no one. Kyuubi no Yoko was born of them. Kyuubi no Yoko was born as something that could return the hatred and the violence to those who dealt it by those who could not fight back.
Kyuubi no Yoko was born a demon.
Kyuubi no Yoko was born free and wild and fierce and pitiless like all his kind. And like all his kind, Kyuubi no Yoko did not remain free.
Humanity feared the bijuu, powerful beings who were without fear or compassion and who ran on pure instinct. And humanity being only human could not allow such power to remain free. Or untapped. So humans found a way to trap the bijuu. Using things they called jutsus. They trapped the bijuu in objects. In people. And sometimes they trapped the bijuu in the forms the bijuu themselves most despised. Compressing their chakra, moulding their forms until they were unrecognisable from what they had been.
Entirely hating. Entirely human.
Kyuubi himself remained free until the time he made the mistake of being tricked by a man with Sharingan eyes and malicious intent and then Kyuubi became trapped in the prison of a human body. There he remained in the village who had trapped him like so many of his kind. There he remained as it went to war, as humans went to war, fought battles with each other as only humans could and Kyuubi no Yoko moved from one master to the next, a weapon to be used at their will, furious and hating the creatures who had caught him. Impassive to man's cruelty to man. A beast ever straining at his leash.
In the cage of his human form he waited, would wait, until the time arrived that he could be free.
He waited. And he watched.
Time passed. Wars were won and lost. The village where Kyuubi no Yoko was caged became Konohagakura and acquired a new leader by the name of Namikaze Minato.
Kyuubi was not one for human names. They lived and they died, he saw little point in learning the name of creatures whose lives spanned mere decades. However the Yondaime Hokage, Kyuubi no Yoko did learn his name.
He did this because Yondaime was kind in a way that defied his predecessors. Because Namikaze Minato took Kyuubi aside one day and ignoring his growls said to him, 'how would you like to be free?'
And because no one had ever said that to him Kyuubi learned Yondaime's name.
Namikaze spoke of changes. Namikaze spoke of ending the wars. Namikaze spoke of freeing the bijuu and of strange treaties and of a life of peace and Kyuubi did not believe him for a moment but listened anyway.
And Namikaze had a son. A blond boy that barely reached to Kyuubi's waist and Kyuubi learned this one's name too. Not because he was the Yondaime's son. No, not because of that. But because this boy with eyes the same colour as his own was one of the few to meet Kyuubi's eyes and not flinch. Because this boy would growl back and seemed to show no fear, would bare his teeth at Kyuubi in that thing humans liked to call a smile and who, if Kyuubi let him- which he did not, it happened once and then by sheer accident- liked to swing off of the end of Kyuubi's long wrapped-ponytail.
Namikaze Naruto. Kyuubi learned his name too as he sat and listened to Minato talk of his brave new world that would not need weapons, where Kyuubi and the bijuu would be free once more.
There was a time, a short time, where Kyuubi no Yoko almost… almost believed.
Until one day it rained. And in the rain came betrayal. And in his human cage Kyuubi watched the scene play out between those who wanted this new world and those who said it was an impossible dream, a dangerous dream.
Namikaze would not use the bijuu. No more he said. They would be used no more to fight. Not in human wars.
His enemies had no such compunctions.
Betrayal. Rain and blood and betrayal and then death. Because Namikaze Minato made the mistake of believing in humanity. And Kyuubi knew, knew all too well, humanity was a thing oppressive and foul that could not be believed in.
In the rain Kushina died, killed by her own people. In the rain Minato lay dying and Kyuubi knew his chance had come.
'Free me,' he whispered, growled. 'Free me. You are dying. Free me. Let me kill them.'
And Minato looked at him through eyes that could not quite see and he shook his head, 'You'll destroy everything. I can't. I can't.'
Kyuubi drew back his lips and snarled knowing Minato's words, his beliefs to be nothing but a lie.
And then Minato said, 'protect him.' And Kyuubi knew who Minato was talking about. Of course, sires and cubs, it was the way the world worked but he had his chance, he was taking it.
'Free me and I will,' he said even as his claws itched and he considered that humans had taught him to lie and so if one thought about it, his lie of a promise was only poetic justice.
Minato looked at him. Minato nodded. And Minato said 'okay', moving his hands into signs that Kyuubi knew to be seals. And after he pressed those hands to Kyuubi's chest Kyuubi did not care when Minato's heart stopped, because Kyuubi no Yoko was free.
He could move again of his own violation, in his true form. The earth would tremble beneath his footsteps and the night would ring with the screams of his fleeing prey.
It was an easy thing he thought to become as he was, to force chakra out of that body, to compel bones to shift and change, skin to melt, hair to darken and grow.
Only it was not so easy a thing. In the realisation that followed, the Kyuubi learned that his 'freedom' was not without its price.
The boy. He was stuck with the boy in every sense of the word, for in his death, Minato had left him his son to care for, binding life to life so that if the boy died, Kyuubi would too.
Kyuubi was dismayed. Kyuubi was furious.
Freed and trapped all in one. No longer constrained by collars or seals. No longer bound to the village that had captured him, instead he was tied to the weakness of a human child and to the frailty of a human body.
Namikaze Naruto had never asked for something like that of course. He got it anyway. Kyuubi did not like the situation nor the boy. Naruto did not like the situation nor the fox. But it seemed both would be stuck with the other until one died.
Kyuubi would not help the boy. Kyuubi would ensure he did not die only because he was tied to the boy. Namikaze Naruto, fatherless, motherless was on his own. He was not killed by the village that had betrayed his parents. Naruto was kept there instead, shunned and ignored.
Impassive, Kyuubi would watch. Human malice was nothing new to him. Least of all when it came to their own kind.
The boy called Naruto grew, and despite the resentment and bitterness of his village, he grew strong and he grew somehow happy. He grew to have bonds. Some which lasted. Some which did not. Some which, despite all that fate and ideas of vengeance would throw at him could not be broken.
And Kyuubi no Yoko waited.
In spite of the village and what they had done, in spite of the obstacles that stood in his path, Naruto grew to be like his father and one day the Rokudaime Hokage sought Kyuubi out, and found him like only he could and he said, 'how would you like to be free, old fox?'
It was humanity that had taught the Kyuubi to hate. It was humanity who gave him the capacity to do something other than hate.
To hope.
For Kyuubi no Yoko however, the time for hope had passed.
'You don't have a scrap of the talent your father did, boy,' he growled because he only ever called Naruto 'Boy,' no matter his age, and Naruto only ever called him 'Old Fox.'
Naruto scowled and looked at him with the same eyes he had as a child, nearly two decades before.
'Do you wanna be free or not?' Naruto growled back.
And yes, Kyuubi did.
So the Rokudaime begin to try. And Kyuubi no Yoko watched him try, aware his time would come again, hating this one last leash which held him…
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History On Repeat.
I am trapped once more.
I woke to scuttling and movement. My senses are dulled but I can still feel them- you-. Sheep in a pen.
But oh, what a prime example of humanity at its finest. And I have the privilege to see it. Backed into a corner, trapped like rats and scrambling for foothold in a battle that no one wants them to win.
Against the dying of the light they rage. Human words. Poetic justice.
To those who have caught me, I say set me loose, watch the havoc I will wreak in your war, but do not ask me to take sides. Prey is prey and blood is blood and it has been too long since I've felt it between my claws in as plentiful as you promise.
Kyuubi no Yoko will not be one of your dogs of war. That time for me has passed. But if it is a slaughter you wish to see…
Well.
I can give you that.
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