This is going to redirect from the norm on Naruto stories – kind of. The whole plot is still kind of sketchy to myself, so I hope it goes well. Thanks!

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Kurama was having a bad day.

Actually, that wasn't right.

Kurama was having a terrible fifty years.

First it was that Mito old lady then it was Kushina. Now it was the infernal knuckleheaded ninja that he had come to love. It was unfair, the extent of his affection towards the blond. He was saying goodbye to the boy now, in fact.

The Fourth Great Ninja War was in full blast at the moment. Currently, that cunt Uchiha- Obito- was pulling him out of the Chosen Vessel. It wasn't fair at all that he couldn't spend more time with this kindness in his heart that he had never had before.

He paused the moment he was in. Right at this moment, his consciousness was inside of Naruto's mindscape. The blond boy was standing there, looking at him with such affection and mournful sorrow that it made Kurama a little crowed. He thought of his time in Kushina, her infectious excitement that had flowed through her when she realized she was pregnant with the brat.

He remembered it so clearly, mostly because he hated how the adoration seemed to breeze over his fur but never really touch him. It mocked him with how pure and how happy it was. It was full of love. It had been terribly disgusting the first time he felt it. However, looking at the child she had been so happy about then made the same feeling- albeit less extreme- rush through him.

There were more feelings rushing through him, too. Too many feelings, really.

They started to build, as the moment rushed into the next. He was trying to slow down time, trying to see the kind-hearted boy as long as he could before he was reunited with his brothers and sisters, but the pressure that was building in him was too much, like a head cold that pressed against the sinuses from the inside out.

It burst out of him when it got truly unbearable, and all was dark.