AN: Hello and thank you to all those who decided to read this story. Forwarning there is swearing and a pretty good level of violence in this story. If you can't handle it hit the back button and leave, I won't hold it against you.

I've read a lot of Naruto stories over the years, and I know of dozens of crappy Sakura is the demon container ones and she's either:

a) A whiny little girl who does nothing

b) An exact replica of Naruto's personality, she's basically him except her hair's pink and she's a girl

c) The same as in cannon with no disernable difference

d) The story was really crappy and abadoned after two chapters

I will not ever abadon this story, and I will be scary close to cannon without actually just reguritating it back. I don't know how to describe it, it will be close to cannon, but enough differences to keep everyone from getting bored.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, or anything affiliated with it for that matter.

Hells Radiance

Prologue:

Years ago a great nine tailed fox known as the Kyuubi no Kitsune attacked the village hidden in the leaves. Its powerful tails could level mountains and cause tsunamis, and hundreds of Shinobi lost their lives to the blood thirsty beast.

In order to defeat the demon, the most powerful Shinobi of the village sacrificed his life. He was known as the Yodanime Hokage or the Yellow Flash. By summoning Shiginami himself Yodanime gave his life to seal away the Fox into the body of a child. However his own son one Uzamaki Naruto had not yet been born and the demon was coming closer and closer to the village. Instead he took Haruno Sakura, a child who had been born a few hours prior after both her mother and father were wounded and ultimately died.

He road into battle on his summons Gamabunta the boss of the toads, and once the sealing was complete his body fell lifelessly ground his last words as he cradled the child in his arms were “She should be treated as a heroine for the sacrifice she has made...” Unfortunately that would never be the case.

Chapter one: Genesis of the Fox Child

Five years later, Kohona...

She moved through the village without a sound, being chased around by angry or drunken people had taught her that skill well enough. She stopped for a moment in the shadow of an alley way; the long black robe she wore pooled around her feet. She fingered her hair for a moment, and sighed as she dropped her hand to her side.

Her hair had once been a gorgeous rose color which was why she was sure she had been named Sakura, or cherry blossom. She had always been spotted easily with her hair being such a vibrant and unique color, and her happy go lucky attitude hadn’t helped much either. But after so many beatings from villagers that her ANBU caretakers were supposed to prevent, she had lost her happiness. And stopped being a child at the age of four and a half. Her emerald eyes lost their luster becoming dull, and after some reverse psychology on an old hag of a shop keeper her hair had been permanently dyed black.

Or permenant in the fact that the dye was meant for ninja's on long term undercover misions. Who knew, if she lived long enough to see her tenth birthday she'd probably have to take the dye bottle to her hair again.

The next day when the Third Hokage had come to go clothes shopping with her he was agape. It had only been a month since the last time he saw her, and she looked like the living dead.

“What happened Sakura-Chan?” he asked calmly. Although she could hear the undertones of anger in his voice.

“I changed,” she whispered as she closed her apartment door behind her “I changed Hokage-sama...”

He was speechless and later that day he had bought her a gift. She chose a simple black robe that was a few sizes to big. It was camouflage, a blanket, pillow, and sleeping bag all in one. And she loved it, and it became her second skin for the next seven years.

She looked out of the alleyway once more to see if it was clear. She wanted to avoid the cold hatred filled glares of the villagers, and the whispers of “monster” and “demon bitch”. Pulling the hood of the robe farther up she melted into the shadows and vanished.

Three hours later, the Abandoned District...

She slid open one of the paper doors noiselessly as she stepped into the room. It was dirty, large, rather empty, and most importantly it was home. She had stopped living in her apartment in the interests of her best health. It was constantly vandalized, the electricity never worked, and the water was a shade of brown. Definitely better for her health and pocket book to live in these abandoned clan houses than that disgusting apartment.

She moved deeper into the house to her room. Okay it wasn’t a room she lived in a closet, but hell she didn’t really care anymore. She slid open another door and a smile flickered on the child’s face.

It was small, and almost all of the space was taken up by a large clean mattress. On the wall were a few hooks, and in the corner a pile of worn blankets and pillows. She slipped the robe off and hung it up carefully. Beneath, it was revealed she was wearing a red t-shirt, black biking shorts, and simple black Nin-sandals.

The only odd thing was that there appeared to be around fifty shuriken, kunai, and other weapons tied flush to her tiny frame with nin-wire. She unhooked the loops carefully pulling the weapons off so she wouldn’t impale herself. Although even if she did hurt herself, by the next day she would be completely healed. Her “collection” as she called it started a few months back when she gathered all of the weapons thrown at her by village ninja. And the Nin-wire came from a kind soul who had tried to strangle her with it on her fourth birthday. She had wanted to be a ninja since before she could remember. And since she had little money to speak of; getting her needed weapons from those who scorned her seemed like a brilliant idea on her part. She hung up the weapons over the next hook, and moved over to the mattress.

Unlike the rest of the house it was completely spotless. She couldn’t clean anywhere else less somebody became suspicious about why an abandoned estate looked lived in. But at least her little hidey-hole could be nice. She was sure she wouldn’t have to move for a while; she was somewhat near the Uchiha estate. But they never came over here. Why would one of the great Uchiha’s waste their time here? She was a people watcher and just by watching the Uchiha’s from a distance she knew they were prideful and arrogant much like the Hyuga she had encountered on more than one occasion.

She stared out the small window for a moment feeling the warm sunlight on her pale alabaster skin. She had spent her short life running through the shadows, and her body was beginning to show the affects.

As she stared her vision began to waver Dear Kami-sama no not again she thought frantically, feeling herself began to lose her senses. She fell to the floor and crawled over to the mattress. Wrapping a blanket around her frail body she collapsed once more, this time not moving again. She felt violently ill, and her chakra began to spike wildly. It was happening again, one of her dreams was coming, and this time she wasn’t sure if she would awaken again.

She spasemed violently and was thrust into the abyss of sleep.

Sakura’s Dream Scape...

It was a battlefield the likes of which she had never seen. Corpses lay strewn across the land, blood stained everything crimson, the forests were burning. She could only liken this place to hell.

But this wasn’t the first, no, this had happened more times than she could count. The dreams had started sporadically at first, but soon it was almost every night that she wandered this battlefield of the living and dead. She couldn’t understand what could cause this mass scale of destruction, if it was an enemy army there would be bodies from both sides. But she only identified Kohona ninjas. Their leaf headbands appearing like molten metal in the light of the raging infernos.

She wandered through the carnage in a white kimono. No matter the blood, smoke, or dirt it remained clean. She could hear the screams of those who were dying, and in a quite corner of her mind a voice whispered for her to kill them. To end the lives of those Ninja who had made her life hell.

She refused at first trying to ignore the words, but slowly her will was broken. Instead of the injured being faceless they turned into her tormentors, villagers and Shinobi alike, yelling obscenities at her and spitting on her. At that moment she snapped, grabbing a discarded kunai from the parched earth, she rammed it through a mans neck ending him. The voice in her head quietly congratulated her on silencing the mans blasphemous mouth. And for the first time her kimono was stained in blood, and she felt euphoric. After that she listened to the voice, killing all those in her path.

Like all the times before she moved like a wraith through the fire. Butchering all those she saw, showing the same amount of mercy she had been given. None. On the horizon she could see a red glow, it was chakra so intense it had become visible, and she was drawn to it.

She was reaching the crest of the hill, she could feel it, she would finally know the truth. Whatever it may be she would know, and somehow it would set her free.

Out of seemingly nowhere a staff came angling in straight towards her head. She jumped back skidding for a few feet, and stopped in a kneeling position. Who dares to deny me this knowledge? She screamed silently. And as she saw who had stopped her, her heart froze. It was third Hokage in full battle armor.

“Why did you kill them Sakura-chan?” he asked her sadly “Have you become a monster?” She was taken aback for a moment, but the voice inside was urging her to act.

“Let me pass Sarutobi,” she whispered softly “Let me see what’s beyond, let me see the truth.”

“I cannot,” he said slipping into a battle stance “What awaits you beyond will bring you nothing but misery.” She looked into his eyes not believing his words, and she saw sorrow and pity.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Pity? Her chakra began to fluctuate, and her eyes became slitted. He shows me pity? Her eyes turned crimson as her nails lengthened to claws, and her teeth became animalistic. That bastard thinks he can pity me? Fox like whisker marks appeared and began to deepen. He should save that pity for himself!

She charged at him, swinging her arm and trying to cut open his throat. He parried her with his staff easily, deflecting her blow to the side. She struck out again only to be blocked. Growling in frustration she went on the offensive again. She kept going endlessly never slowing down. It looked almost like a dance. The fluid motions coming together in the bodies of the youth and the old man. Each movement was a step away from death, and the beauty wasn’t lost on the child. This kind of fighting was what she desired; she was in the ecstasy of battle.

And the longer it went the more chakra she poured out. It was no longer an electrifying icy blue, but rage filled crimson. The tide of the battle began to turn, and with last roar she poured out everything. She flew at him, and as he raised his staff to block her but the red chakra turned into a claw and grabbed it. She could see his surprise, and with a feral grin she plunged her hand into his chest ending his life.

She pulled her hand out slowly, staring at the blood covered appendage. The Hokage’s eyes dulled and he fell lifelessly to the ground. For a moment she could feel the burning sensation of regret, but it slipped away like water as her features returned to normal.

“Serves the old fool right.” She mumbled, shaking her hand trying to rid herself of the blood. Strangely the voice in her head was silent, but she shrugged it off, more important matters were at hand. She began walking up the hill, she could feel the chakra grow stronger, it was becoming almost unbearable. She broke out into a sprint, the need to see was becoming too strong for her to handle.

Her goal was almost within her reach when she felt the ground shift beneath her feet. Stumbling she tried to right herself only to fall to the ground again. Everything turned to haze, and she could feel herself slipping from the dreams grasp. She clawed out desperately trying to hang on to the vision, but it was gone. She was falling through the dankness, and with a flash of light she was thrust into consciousness.

“DAMN IT!” she screamed.

Evening, Abandoned District

Dust swirled through the light, the house was peaceful, as time seemed to stand still. The serenity of silence seemed to stretch on to eternity. Well almost eternity until it was shattered by the screaming curses of a child.

“Damn it all to Hell! The one time I actually wanted to see the end, and the damn things stops!” She screamed to the heavens, with anime style chibi tears running down her face.

She was about to go on another tirade when she glanced out the window. Her face visibly paled, and she sobered up immediately. It was the evening of October the 10th; the day the village celebrated the fall of the Kyuubi no Kitsune. It was her birthday, the worst day of her existence. She had never known what a birthday was like, sure she had read about it in books, and learned about it from the Hokage. Unfortunately the truth was she had never had a birthday party, and every year she was chased and beaten by villagers. They cursed her, spit on her, and hit her within an inch of her life until ANBU finally stepped in. Sometimes she wished that they hadn’t been stopped.

“WHY CAN’T I JUST DIE!” She screamed “Why can’t I die...” She pulled her legs to her chest, trying to stop the feeling of her heart being ripped to pieces. Tears ran down her face, falling onto her knees, and then slid down her legs to the floor. Her body ached; she was starving, and hadn’t been able to bathe for two days. At that moment in time death would have been a blessing.

When her tears ran dry, she pushed herself off the mattress moping up her face with the collar of her t-shirt. No more she thought sliding open the door I won’t let myself fall to pieces, I will be strong if only for myself. Making a mental checklist of what needed to be done and pulling out the blankets to dry gave her an objective. As she aired the blankets out her mind spun.

“All right, first I have to get some money, and a bath...maybe I could head over to the bathhouses...yeah that will definitely work!” she mumbled. She quickly threw the blankets onto the mattress, and headed to another room. Opening a door deeper within the compound the child found what she was looking for. Smiling slightly she moved over to a wall length mirror that was cracked, and even broken in some places. But it would serve purposes just fine for now.

Making the necessary hand sign, she gathered her chakra and focused. Do it for food! She thought, mentally cheering herself on. Once she was sure she had the right amount she concentrated, hoping sneaking looks at the Hokage's scrolls the past few weeks would pay off.

“HENGE” smoke filled the area for a second, giving her a coughing fit, but it was well worth it. The smoke cleared to reveal a brunette woman in her twenties, wearing a blue Kimono with butterflies. Henge was a ninja’s basic disguise technique that allowed them to appear as anything they wanted. It took little chakra to maintain, and would only be sensed by higher level ninjas or a person with a dojutsu bloodline. And for someone like her, who if recognized, would have their face beaten in. It was perfect.

“Yatta!” she yelled, giddy with excitement. She would make it work, she was sure of it.

Kohona Festival grounds

Smoke filled with the scents of cooking permeated the area. Stages were filled with performers entertaining the large excited crowds. Various booths lined the streets, with their owners yelling out trying to attract attention to their merchandise. Children laughed and ran in between the adults on the streets. The buzz of the crowds drowned out all the other noises.

She stared wide eyed at spectacle before her. Wow I’ve never seen so many people in one place, and they look so happy. Sakura shook her head, now was not the time to be distracted. She had a self-appointed mission, and she be damned if she didn’t see it through. Eventually after walking a fair distance she arrived at the largest bath house in the city. It took her longer than expected after taking extra precaution to not bump into anyone, lest her Henge was disrupted.

The place was known as Crystal springs, and it was over flowing with people trying to get in. She pushed to the front carefully, concentrating hard on the Henge so it wouldn’t slip. People began to get angry, and started to shove and yell. It didn’t faze her; she was used to it more or less. When she finally reached the front of the lines she wanted to collapse and thank Kami that she made it out alive. She settled on talking to the head attendant.

“Um ma’am excuse me...” She said trying to grab the attention of a woman in her mid thirties behind the desk.

“Wait your turn in line like everyone else! Can’t you see I’m busy?” the woman snapped brushing the younger girl off.

Sakura flinched, every sense screamed at her to run away and forget about the stupid plan. But she shrugged it off. Now or never, right?

“Gomen ma’am, I’m one of the temps the agency sent over...” Sakura mumbled. The woman turned so fast her neck audibly cracked.

“Why didn’t you say so? Hurry up I don’t have a lot of time.” Said the woman pleasantly, beaming at the young girl. Sakura nearly took a step back in surprise. No one was ever happy to see her; in fact the woman’s smile was a bit unnerving

“Alright.” said Sakura trying to return the smile.

Nearly three hours had passed, as she ran around the springs restocking and cleaning. When a lull finally came she grabbed a basket of the most expensive soaps, a private shower ticket, and she henged into a freckled redhead in a towel. She closed the shower door behind her, cutting off the back round noise. Giving a sigh of contentment she slid to the floor releasing the Henge. Her chakra stores, while vast, had been drained from the exertion of keeping the Henge in place that long. Peeling off her clothes Sakura threw them into a corner, and turned the dial of the shower to warm.

Stepping under the water she felt instant relief from her muscles. As she washed her hair she could feel herself unwind, and the stiffness seeping out. She grabbed a bottle of conditioner, and turned back to the shower when she saw it. Blood, coating the floor, spattered across the porcelain walls, and the water coming from the shower head had turned scarlet. The conditioner bottle clattered to the floor. She stepped back and her whole body began to shake, and she felt the need to vomit.

This can’t be real she thought as her head began to spin. Images began to flash before her eyes, battlefields, corpses, flames, and finally the body of the Third Hokage. His chest had a gapping hole where his heart had been. She looked at her hand; it was covered with blood and flecks of tissue. His eyes blamed her, accused her of his death. And he was right.

No. No. NO! He’s still alive! I didn’t kill him, I didn’t, it wasn’t real! She smashed her hand against the floor, shattering a tile, and cutting open her arm. Immediately the illusion vanished, the only blood left came from her arm. She pulled out the splinters from the wound, watching it heal over in a matter of seconds.

“Dear Kami, what am I?” she whispered staring at her hands “What the hell am I?”

One hour later, Crystal Spring Bathhouses

“Ma’am, I’ve finished the job.” At this remark the woman behind the counter smiled, and threw a wad of bills towards the girl.

“Good work. Now if you don’t mind I have to get back to my job. Have fun at the festival.” The woman said waving her off. Sakura grinned at the cash in front of her. Quickly exiting the bathhouse she reemerged into the festival, which was now in full swing. She had managed to pull herself together long enough to put up her Henge and get paid, but a frown now creased her face. In the back of her mind, just at the edge of her subconscious, another dream lurked. She wouldn’t have much longer before it over took her. Trying to suppress the mental pressure was difficult, and she only had about an hours worth of energy before she’d crash.

After stopping at an all night store, and a bakery she had enough food to last a week. Balancing the bag carefully on her hip Sakura headed towards her home. About halfway there she smelled something wonderful, and couldn’t resist splurging on some kind of meat on a stick. Wonderfully salty and greasy, she decided the meat was definitely worth it. She nibbled away slowly trying to make it last, as she watched the people on the street.

Women were all wearing elegant kimonos, and bright flowers in their hair. Apparently this festival was important to this city, and its people. And she was happy to be just another face in the crowd, not standing out in any way.

So this is how it feels to be normal...I kind of like it, even if it won’t last much longer. She sighed, somehow that thought only made her sad.

“Die damned beast!” someone shouted. She spun around quickly, eyes looking around frantically until she realized that those words weren’t directed at her. Curious as to what was going on, even though she knew that no good could possibly come of it, she followed the shouting. She heard yelling of what seemed to be young boys not much older than her. Looking carefully around the corner she spotted the four boys attacking...well something on the ground.

Walking quietly up so they wouldn’t notice her, she stared around one of the boys to see what they were hitting. Her blood froze. A small bloody fox was on the ground. It might have been silver at one point, but its fur was now a matted reddish-brown. A low growling filled her chest, and she could feel an unexplainable fury exploding with in her. Without even letting go of her bag she appeared right in front of the boy who was about to give the killing blow with a rock, and slapped him hard across his face.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?” she screamed at him, watching as he cowered away from her in fear. Momentarily forgetting where she was, Sakura moved to attack the boy again.

“Get away from him!” another boy shouted giving her a shove. Startled, she released the Henge as she tried to steady the bag of food in her arms.

“The hell?” the boy she slapped whispered. Looking down she quickly realized her mistake, the henge had released. Crap! She shoved the closest boy away, and scooped up the little fox. She then proceeded to do what she did best. Run like her freaking life depended on it.

Sprinting away at breakneck speed, Sakura ran through alleys trying to navigate her way back to her home. Things however could never be easy. She was soon followed by a group of drunken Chunins, who began hurling kunais at her. In turn she would knock them up in the air, and then catch them in her bag; which in the end made them more furious.

Every breath was grating against her lungs, and the beginnings of a stitch was forming in her side. Blood from the small fox was making him difficult to hold on to.

“Damn it,” she hissed “I can’t hold out much longer...” She stopped, hanging on the edge of a fence, stretching her senses outwards. She smiled at a familiar presence. I’ve only got one shot at this... she turned to look over her shoulder at the enraged men that were rapidly approaching...or I’m totally screwed.

Giving one last burst of energy, she leaped from the fence and began the chase once more. She paused on the ground for a moment, giving clear indication of what her next move would be. She leapt once more Gotta time this just right. Three...she sailed threw the air over the street. Two...hearing the sounds of kunai cutting the air she braced herself, One... she landed right at the feet of a man. Jumping away quickly, she hopped a set of retaining walls, and crouched in the shadows. She steadied her breathing; after all she wanted to be able to hear the show. Zero... a bright light burst up behind her, and the screams of four Chunins were heard as they burned to death.

Roughly ten seconds prior...

The Uchiha clan head and his family moved away from the compound at a sedated pace. Five year old Sauske whined about missing the fireworks, but his father ignored him. He had said quite explicitly that a clan head never hurried, he arrived when he wanted to. Not to any one else’s schedule.

He felt a small presence all of a sudden, heading right at him. All he got was the impression of a small black and red blur that landed at his feet, and then jumped away again. Even with his Sharigan activated, he doubted that he could have followed its progress.

“Uchiha-sama watch out!” He turned at the sound of the voice, just in time to dodge a slew of kunais that landed right where he had been standing. He looked up furiously. Who would dare try to assassinate the Uchiha head in plain view? And do a poor job at it as well. As if answering his question the four chunins dropped down on to the road, just in time to be bound down by a doton jutsu. They looked up in surprise. One of them finally made the connection between the kunais, the fuming Uchiha, and their predicament.

“W-wait Uchiha-sama, we didn’t mean too...” the chunin began to plead. He was silenced by a wave from the Clan head.

“Itachi.” He called out coldly. Itachi was his first born son, prodigy and heir to the clan. The one who was chosen to be the future weapon to the clan’s council.

Itachi, who was only eleven, came out from the midst of the group towards his father.

“Take care of them.”

“Hai.” Itachi replied, making the hand signs necessary for the clans signature move. His back arched as he drew in air, pushing open his lungs as far as possible. The chunins bound to the ground began to thrash about, screaming out apologies, as they tried to avoid their inevitable fate. It was all in vain, Itachi paused for a moment and then unleashed the flames upon his victims “Katon: Gyokakyou No Jutsu.”

Their screams could be heard throughout the city, but were soon drowned out by the fireworks flaring overhead. Itachi’s expression didn’t change throughout the whole ordeal; his face remained emotionless as he rejoined his clan. Sauske stared at his brother in awe, but Itachi didn’t notice, his concentration was focused on a small presence just beyond the retaining walls.

As the rest of his family went on to the festivities, he hung back. With cat like grace he leapt up and over both walls, landing on a tree branch. Sticking to it with chakra, he surveyed the area below. He spotted his target easily enough, and was a little surprised to see a five year old girl had been the cause. He began to gather his chakra to jump closer, when he saw her head jerk up. Quickly masking his presence, he watched her pale jade eyes as they darted back and forth trying to spot him.

He had been out of range of most Jonins sensing, yet somehow the girl had felt him. Deciding he had seen enough, he withdrew from the area. He had to get back to the clan before they realized he had gone awry.

Interesting. So that’s the infamous Kyuubi child he thought moving through the trees. He had the gut feeling that she would be useful in the near future. With a smirk he launched himself into the air, definitely useful.

Abandoned District, Midnight

She had tried her best to save the little foxes life, now only time would tell if her efforts had succeeded. She wrapped it carefully in a now blood stained blanket, and laid it on the bed. It had eaten the last of the meat she had, and promptly passed out. She checked her self for injuries, discovering only a few bruises. They would be gone in a few hours, like they had never even existed.

She could now feel the dream tugging at her mind, willing her to sleep so that it could take over. After ten more minutes of glassy eyed staring she finally fell asleep next to the fox, and the dream consumed her.

Sakura’s Dream Scape

It started right where it left off; the Hokage’s body was still where he had fallen. His blood still coated her hands. She could feel the pressure building; the chakra on the other side was growing to astronomical rates. Before she even realized it, she was running. She felt the gravel cutting her bare feet, but she didn’t even notice.

When she finally reached the crest, her eyes widened in horror. There in it’s full glory, was the Kyuubi no Kitsune, it’s nine tails swinging erratically behind it. It was sending out shock waves so powerful that they nearly knocked her off her feet.

The demon was being attacked by leaf shinobi, but to no avail. With one swing of a tail it killed scores of men. No one could stand up to the demon’s wrath, and she was in awe of it’s power. The ground began to vibrate, and the demon looked up just in time to dodge the sword of the toad boss Gamabunta.

“You die today demon!” The low voice of the boss declared, as he readied himself for the next attack. A deep growling filled the air, and soon chuckling was heard.

“You come back for more froggy? I think I’ll give you a matching scar over the other eye!” The demon howled, bloodlust evident in it’s voice.

“So be it.” the toad muttered. They clashed again and again, shock waves turning the trees and ground to rubble.

The two titans faltered when the voice of a man was heard. “Gamabunta its time, the ritual has been completed.” The Boss seemed to deflate at these words.

“Good-bye Minato, I’m sorry that it came to this.” The toad said sadly. The Demon Fox charged the stationary toad.

“Why stop now? The funs just beginning!” The Kyuubi yelled, baring it’s fangs.

“There’s no turning back now, SHIKI FUUJIN.” Minato said sadly. A bright light enveloped the man, and it burned like the sun. She shielded her eyes away from the blinding light.

Corpse Demon Consuming Seal? She thought silently. She heard the screams of the demon, as whatever the jutsu was, did its work. As the light died away, the Demon's body turned to ashes, and a maelstrom of crimson chakra surrounded Arashi and the bundle he was carrying. The chakra whipped out and knocked Arashi away, sending him tumbling to the ground hundreds of feet below.

Gamabunta barley managed to catch him. He set the man’s dying body down carefully; before he left in a cloud of smoke. The maelstrom continued high above in the air, the chakra for a moment took the appearance of the Fox, and then was completely sealed away. The dying crimson winds gently carried the bundle to the ground where it was caught by Arashi.

He fell to the ground, his lips moving, but she couldn’t hear the words. He then too, turned to ashes. She slowly walked towards the small bundle on the ground, and heard an ear piercing wail come from beneath the blankets. A baby? He sealed the demon into a baby? She knelt down, and pulled the sheet back to reveal the child within. Her mind went blank; in the bundle was a pink haired green eyed child with a strange tattoo on its stomach. The same tattoo that she had.

The Kyuubi no Kitsune didn’t die, it was sealed. Sealed into me. It all makes sense now... The illusion of the dream crumbled beneath her. Casting her into darkness, when she finally came to, she was in a sewer. She covered her face with the sleeve of the kimono. The lukewarm water that covered the floors smelled of blood and dying cherry blossoms, a sickening combination. Where am I now?