Welcome to my story! This is my second attempt at posting a fanfiction (but you can't see my first. I deleted it...). As all authors must do for this type of story:

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. But if I did... (... you'd never see the ending because my ideas are forever changing...)

Warnings: FemNaru (if you don't like, don't read!)

Exiled Children of the Bijuu

“Uzumaki Kurai, you are being tried for the massacre of the Haruno clan and for many other numerous crimes, such as stealing, vandalism, and the murder of many countless civilians. This court finds you guilty of all of the aforementioned crimes. Due to your age and status as an academy student, and the Hokage’s favor, you will not be executed, but you will be banished from this village of Konoha. Nor will you be allowed to become a shinobi in any of Konoha’s allied shinobi nations. You are to be out of fire country by next week. You are now dismissed.”

Uzumaki Kurai, six years old, youngest person ever banished from a hidden village. And all of it was because of some heinous crimes she didn’t commit. It isn’t fair! Now I know nobody can be trusted except for me. Sandaime jiji didn’t even defend me-he had a satisfied smile on his face after my sentence was given, the blonde with red natural streaks haired girl thought, seething. She had firey red fox ears and tail with black tips. She was wearing a red top with silver sleeves down to the elbow, with black fingerless gloves. She had black baggy but not to baggy trousers on with black shinobi boots.

Unknown to her though, was the fact that Kurai’s version of the trial was actually a genjutsu put on her by the council of elders. The Sandaime had seen the actual trial and had tried to defend her-but Kurai didn’t see that. And it broke her heart. Right then, her eyes turned an icy blue-green and lost their former feelings of warmth, only showing her suffering and pain caused directly and indirectly by this wretched village of Konoha.

The Sandaime Hokage, who used to be like a grandfather to her, turned to her and asked, “I’m sorry, Kurai-chan, there wasn’t anything I could do.”

She snorted, and glared at him. “I saw that you could have defended me, but you didn’t even open your mouth in my defense. I’ll be glad to finally get away from this wretched village and its people,” she smirked, then headed away to pack what little things of value she had. “Don’t worry, Hokage-sama. I’ll be out of your precious village by tomorrow at the latest,” she called back over her shoulder venomously.

The Hokage gaped, eyes widened in surprise and confusion. What was she talking about?!

-I am Uzumaki Kurai. I aspire to become a shinobi. I…am a jinchuuriki.-

“I’m happy to finally leave this place…” Kurai grinned sadistically as she walked away from the western gates of Konohagakure no Sato, aware of the festival going on behind her in honor of her banishment. “One day… I’ll be back, Konoha…and you won’t know what hit you…”

Looking over his village’s celebration of the “demon’s” exile, the Sandaime sighed sadly as he smoked his pipe. “This village has fallen so far. I loathe to admit it, but maybe, when Kurai returns, this village may finally get what it deserves.”

-I am Sabaku no Gaara. I am a jinchuuriki.-

“I have no use for you. You have done nothing but kill my best shinobi and ignore my orders. I declare that henceforth, you, Gaara, are exiled from Sunagakure no Sato. You have a day to get out of this village,” the Yondaime Kazekage, Gaara’s father sentenced.

Gaara, seven years old, didn’t understand. His pupil-less, sea-foam green eyes displayed his confusion clearly. He had black and silver racoon ears and tail. He wore a black top with fishnet sleeves, black trousers and blue shinobi shoes.

“You aren’t welcome in this village anymore, demon!” his father sneered. Eyes widening, he raced away towards the village gates, his red hair dancing in the breeze. What did I do to deserve this? Nothing! I didn’t want to be shunned, abandoned, and exiled! When I return-I vow that I will, someday- I’ll judge this village unworthy of its existence!

-I refuse to be forgotten, to be considered a ‘thing’ or a weapon!-

In the deep, forgotten corners of the two jinchuurikis’ minds, two demons awoke. Growling at the despicable treatment of their hosts, they made up their minds… those foolish ningen would pay for their insolence.

In the Makai, children were precious and rare for any species of youkai. Any who mistreated them were shunned and treated as worse than trash; what the ningen had done aptly deserved their anger, and would be fulfilled someday by their hosts.

By the time the shinobi villages would become aware of them again, none would be able to easily beat them. They would be trained in the ways of the youkai.

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The previous owner of the story allowed me to write this THANKS Mangetsu no Mai!!!!!!!!! =)