Yo! Amber Sky here! I know I should go continue my other story instead of making a new one... but I work on a flash of inspiration. And my attention span is really short. I get easily bored when no one gives my story a review and my inspiration is kill by a new plot bunny.

Anyway, I'm not gonna abandon my other story it will just take a long while for me to revive my muse.

Back to the point. This is a Naruto fan-fiction. Don't know if someone thought of this before but I had this idea when I was watching a typical tv-drama about a wife and her cheating husband.

So here goes nothing.

A Different Fox

Prologue

All there was darkness.

A never-ending darkness.

A darkness that made one feel smaller.

Constricting.

Restricting.

Trapping it's victim into a suffocating solitude.

There was no one there...

except for a single female.

A female, no older than 18, curled in a fetal position. Her long red locks spread around her, covering her naked body. Her steady breathing was the only sound that breaks the ever present silence.

"Do we have a deal, Vixen?" A voice of a hateful man resounded in the female's mind as a single tear fell from her closed eyes. Her body aches, feeling phantom pains from the memories of her previous loss.

Then it began, the darkness started to close in. Slowly but surely trying to flatten the red-haired female. She pushed forward, fighting against the constricting darkness.

But it won't budge and the force that tried to flatten the female got stronger.

Despite that she kept pushing, desperately trying to fight the flattening darkness.

"Come on! you can do it, just a little more." Came a voice that kept repeating as though spoken in a mantra for someone. And after what seem to be a short eternity of a struggle against darkness, a newborn cry filled the air as relief washed upon her.

She didn't know. Why did she felt relieved? Why did the sound of a newborn's cry brought so much relief? Was it because the darkness stop it's attempt to flatten her? Or maybe because she was save just as she was about to give up? She didn't know. She possibly could know why at that time.

But that relief didn't last long. The muffled sound outside the darkness indicated the tragedy to begin.

A tragedy that perhaps already started a long, long time ago.

Started yet again in this life time.

Suddenly there was something dragging her out, roughly pulling her. She fought back, fighting against the dangerous force that was pulling her.

But it was futile. The force was too strong, she couldn't win against it.

Then there was light.

She find herself panting hard at the ground, confusion arises at the sight of her hands... or should she say now, her hand like paws. She looked at herself finding that she no longer look like a human, she had a body like those of a fox with nine tails. A huge nine-tailed fox laid in her place, she didn't know how to react to that. She couldn't. Because the next thing she knew was seeing a red patterned eyes.

Red eyes that reminded her for that hateful man.

Of those moments that her precious people were taken from her.

Of those struggle she went through only to find that her precious people had already been killed.

Of the blood that pooled in that room were their mangled bodies laid.

Of those lifeless eyes that looked at her, blaming and accusing her for their death.

And as the second passed she went berserk, her fox-like body playing along the tune of the red eyed man. She didn't have control over her body. Like puppets moving through the strings of madness. There was no reason. No logic. Just madness and hatred. She moved, wrecking havoc as her nine tails wave wildly, sweeping the building to destruction beneath her. Hundred screams of terror echoed to the night as she lay ruin to the village before her. A group of humans begun to futilely fight against her but it did nothing to stop her.

And when all thing seems lost, a gigantic toad appeared. On top of the toad was a blond man, the word 'Yondaime' written behind the man's clothes.

What happened next were nothing but blur to her mind. Being transported to a remote area away from the village, then being force to submission. The heavy chains that rendered her unable to move. The series of seals the blond man done as an invisible force dragged her to the crying newborn that was cradled in what seemed to be a sacrificial altar. The words filled with emotion, spoken by the red-headed mother that was impaled in her claws along with the blond man. But most of all was the ocean-blue-eyes that called her to her senses.

That blue-eyes that had seem to fully break her from the red-eyed man's control.

All it took was a glimpse at those blue-eyes and her anger vanishes to the wind. Reminding her of herself, one that despised meaningless death and undeserved suffering. She was reminded of her reason, her purpose to be stronger than anyone.

She was reminded of that one kid that brought light to the life she no longer remembers.

As the darkness begun to claim her once more, she spoke a word. A word that by no means were enough for all the pain she inflicted in that one night. But it was the only word she could say at that moment.

"Sorry."

She woke up in a dark sewer. Caged with steel gates, she was alone in that sewer.

Her head pounding with endless headache as somehow knowledge that didn't belong to her, invaded her mind. Memories of a family of tailed-beast that was fathered by a wise kind old man flashes before her eyes like watching a movie on fast-forward.

She closed her eyes, whimpering in pain from the mass amount of knowledge, memories, thoughts and information, that was never hers to begin with, were shove to her mind. Letting her know one name that she was sure didn't belong to her.

Kurama.

That was the name of the nine-tailed fox that she so resembled her at the moment.

The only name she could call herself from that second on.

She didn't know how long it took for her to go through all the things 'Kurama' knew. But then again there was no point in knowing as she was stuck in that sewage like mind.

She closed her eyes, willing herself to remember that life she lived before being 'Kurama'.

Before long, she was seeing flashes.

Life as a cruel informant came back to her.

Fighting to survive the harsh life on the street of a city filled with skyscraper. The bunch of orphaned kid, that made her life better, she was living with. The moniker she had gain as struggled to feed five mouth at the age of fifteen.

'The elusive vixen'

Ohh, the irony.

Now she was truly a vixen.

But never did she remember her real name. The name that connected her to her dead parents. The very name that held all of her parent's wishes, dreams, hope and feelings.

And the fact that she couldn't remember her name left her feeling hollow.

It was surprising how a name could mean so much.

How was she to live, if she didn't know who she was to be?

Then again, it was as they said one would not know what they have till the moment they lose it.

And lose it, she did. She lost her name, she lost her family, she lost her life.

But most of all she lost herself.

She was dreaming again.

Dreaming of her life with those kids... The moment that she played along with them like the kid she was. The happy day that was gone with the wind, no longer can she return to those times. It was hard, keeping the kids and herself from going back to the street, especially when she was barely an adult herself, but it was her determination to never let those kid grow up in the same circumstance as she did that they managed to pushed through.

She never had a proper childhood, she never had the chance to do so. The earlier years of her life was defined as 'survival of the fittest', she didn't have the time to play around like kids of her age, she was too busy finding a way to feed her growling stomach.

That was why she had a soft spot for orphaned children, she didn't want to see herself on them. She lived a cruel life and to survive, she had to do bad things.

Bad things that would come haunting her ass.

Childhood. That was the only thing she could give to those kid. A chance to have what she never had.

And it was only because of those kids that she experience something that resembled it.

But now those times were just but a dream.

Those time she played with them.

Those time they watched movies and cartoons.

Those time they exchange stories, acting as the main character as she told them of the epic journey the heroes got through.

The addiction she developed over those anime and manga.

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Manga!

Of course! Why did she not realized it earlier?!

The clues were already before her!

Kurama and that Red-eyed masked-man.

The blond man with the word Yondaime.

The red-haired mother and the blue-eyed baby.

God! she was in Naruto!

She didn't know how she got there but she did!

She was in one of her favorite manga. And she would have been so happy if she didn't realized one thing.

She was in Naruto...

And she was the Kyuubi no Yoko, the strongest of all the biju.

She was now living as Kurama.

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The whole plot of the story was officially blown out of proportion.

What's the connection to the TV-drama? I don't know... I really don't know... I don't even understand how a third rate TV-drama about a weak willed woman and her cheating husband inspired this...

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