omake Kurama
The brat was going to be the death of herself. Herself only since if she died he could be free, however their contract ensured he would make sure she survived. The girl made it seem like her blood wouldn’t heal herself.
Scoffing to himself he began to push out the poison she injected herself with, enjoying himself when she came into the seal to berate him for it.
Well, he wasn’t about to let the girl who held the key to his weekly freedom die now was he? He doubted that his next host would be so generous.
He bared his teeth at the thought, he was the almighty Kyuubi no Kitsune, he didn’t have to be at the beck and call of the Uzumaki clan yet here he was, continuously serving them.
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As much as he hated to admit it, he liked her choice in specialization. Seduction and infiltration came hand in hand with deception and there was no creature better at deceiving than a fox.
His host was merely eleven years old and whilst she held the potential to have already graduated, the new law prohibited it. Apparently no one wanted a repeat of Itach Uchiha or Kakashi Hatake but Kurama didn’t see what all the fuss had been about.
The former had erased most of his enemies in a single night whilst the other wallowed in self-pity and sent himself of practically any suicidal mission that came ANBU’s way.
He recalled a time where Shinobi were far more revered and less… cat like. But alas, ever since Hashirama founded the village, the standards for shinobi had lessened and raised and different ways.
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If someone were to ask Kurama, not that they would, he would adamantly deny ever having given his host any form of praise. But as it stood, no one would ask so he would admit it to himself.
His host was exceeding his expectations so far.
She could use the hiraishin, was good at fuinjutsu, made a contract with him, signed the gama contract, survived many assassination attempts on her own and was training herself well. Even if that damn monkey played a small part in her development.
Kurama had two vessels before, and neither of them had so much respect with their name and title of jinchuriki. Mito and Kushina’s statuses of jinchuriki had been on a need to now basis, only select few knew about it.
Yet here his host stood, proud in the hokage office after having tackled the most heinous of monsters Kurama had ever seen.
Paperwork.
She had filled in all the necessary forms, signed them herself and tracked the other people to sign them as well. Once her work was done she had tackled the monkey’s paperwork as well and he could safely say…
Paperwork was the equivalent evil to jubii.
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Of all the people she could be put in a team with it had to be with an Uchiha! He shouldn’t have been nearly as angry as he was considering the blasted boy was Indara’s reincarnation, but he couldn’t help himself. The boy’s only good factor had to be the fact he was Itachi’s younger brother.
Kurama could have blessed Itachi Uchiha for killing off his clan and it had nothing to do with them traitorous, back stabbers to their village.
The Hatake wasn’t so bad considering he couldn’t control him with the sharingan he possessed, but the banshee was also too much. And that was not because she was a fangirl of the Uchiha- no it was because she had pink hair.
Pink.
Nothing about that was natural.
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Kurama grumbled in the seal.
He didn’t like this situation.
He didn’t like the Uchiha, the yondaime, he didn’t like Mito or Kushina but this took the metaphorical cake.
His current host was entranced with his brother’s host. It wasn’t right and didn’t set right in his stomach.
It was practically incest- kind of.
Of course, if he mentioned that to his foolish host now she wouldn’t see reason. She was a kunoichi of a clan, incest was sadly not looked down upon so he would have to try another tactic.
He considered forcing her into a coma till the boy left but thought against it, he would never hear the end of it if he messed with her chance to become chunin.
It was embarrassing, his host- the reincarnation of Ashura was besotted with his brother’s host. Who was gender-bending- if he ever got his paws on Shukaku he was going to skin the damnable tanuki. He was an embarrassment to the nine bijuu.
They were beings of chakra who could destroy and level nations with a flick of their tails or breathing out a bijuu-dama and his youngest brother is getting kicks out of screwing over the mind of his host.
It was a tempting idea however Kurama had class and he knew having an insane host was not a good thing. Insanity was a signed death warrant or a one way ticket to T&I.
Once again he glared at the red headed male- if he tried anything with his host he may just have to skin him alive and eat his flesh.
Satisfied by the mental image he curled up and went back to sleep.
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Kurama felt like killing Shukaku. Did his brother not realise that by hurting his host he was subjecting his eldest brother to the pain of having to heal her. He most likely did understand it and was probably just doing it to torment him.
Two people could play at that. However… Kurama didn’t fancy having his host mad at him since she was literally the key to his freedom.
Still, he could do something to annoy the tanuki without facing the wrath of his host. He sent unpleasant images of Kushina and Mito doing the do with their respective husbands. Of course, he made sure Shukaku’s host wouldn’t see those images.
He wanted to torment Shukaku and not the sand boy.
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Kurama was cackling in glee. He knew there was something not right with the boy and now he had proof! The visions proved they were working alongside Orochimaru and that is a declaration of war if he ever heard of one.
But he felt the need to inform his foolish host on this since she was still helping him! How much information does she need to know how bad he is for her? For them?
Okay, he didn’t dislike the sand boy because of his people working with Orochimaru but because he was his youngest brother’s host. Besides that little yet very important detail, he would have to admit having taken a liking to the mass murdering red headed boy.
He particularly liked the part of the mass murdering.
Once again he wondered if he would be able to convince his host to find a mate within the sand boy’s brother, the puppet wielder since he seemed… less jinchuriki.
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Kurama was going to enjoy this, after all it wasn’t often Naruto allowed him control over her body.
Her eyes turned from cerulean to red with slits, nails turned to claws, teeth to fangs and her whiskers became more prominent. None of his hosts had ever managed to make this look seem as feral as Naruto did.
Gaara sat before him behind the kazekage desk, fingers interlaced under his chin as he watched the two of them merge.
“You have known my host for some time now, sand boy.” Spoke Kurama, his own deep voice coming out rather than her female voice.
Gaara did not reply for it was a fact and not a question, “You have known her and… been with her. She loves you as she has said on several occasions.” He glared at the godaime yet he showed no reaction.
Kurama walked closer, leaning into the boy’s personal space yet he did not move, “If you should ever upset her or cause her pain- other than childbirth of course- I will come out of this seal and skin you alive. Once I have done that, I’d hang you by your entrails for the world to see before I devour you. Are we clear?”
Gaara raised a non-existent brow, his gravelly voice replying, “I would gladly allow you to do that as well… Kurama. I have no wish to upset or cause her pain. She is my light and she holds my heart within her hand. If she wished, I would allow her to kill me if it meant her happiness.”
Quite the bold statement, if Kurama did say so himself. To love someone that much was on par with the annoying feelings Itachi held for his annoying younger brother.
Kurama sighed internally, he would have preferred his brat to be with the elder Uchiha, this way if they had children and one was made his jinchuriki, the sharingan will have no effect on him!
Hah!
But alas she chose the sand boy, however, “I approve.” He replied. Gaara had better cherish those words because they were the only kind words he was going to hear from the nine tails.
Ever.