A/N: Been a while since I posted a story. Meh, hopefully you enjoy this one. Leave a review and a like. Hope you enjoy!

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"From ashes 'till dawn." Regular talking

"I will rise as vengeance." Past talking

"Sworn to avenge those who I love." Bijuu/monster/powerful talking

'Taking away lives of those who are undeserving.' Regular thinking

'Until the day I die.' Bijuu/monster thinking

The Fighter that lives on…

Fighting. A word that only a few understood well. Fighting was never just the usage of fists or weapons, but it was the usage of all aspects of an individual, whether mind, body, or spirit… or even all three at the same time. Only those who have been taught by the aged ones understood the meaning of fighting, while some had learned its meaning the hard way.

And a young boy, incredibly young, knew the feeling of the latter. This was the reason of his bitter hatred against the inferno known as Konohakagure. He had thought the village was there to bring peace and to protect the weak; he was wrong, so wrong.

And this is the reason why he sought to become strong, strong to protect something Konoha could never protect: the poor.

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(Konohakagure: Midnight…)

THUCK!

THUCK!

THUCK!

The sound… it was the sound of wood being struck hard by something else. One may assume that it was of the same material, others could contradict that metal was being used – but those who were of the fighting world knew what that sound was. It was the sound of someone determined to accomplish a goal, determined to gain more strength.

It was the sound of flesh and bone striking wood.

If one were of the keenest of ears, they could hear something else. It was the sound of bones breaking. Not only that, but the flesh was being stressed for great amounts of time without rest that it began to peel away and reveal the flesh underneath the dead skin.

But no matter what, it didn't stop. The only sound that could be heard in conjunction to the former was groans. It was the groans of pain, and yet great determination covered most of the pain from those groans.

Where were those sounds coming from? It was coming from the woods outside Konohakagure not too far but far enough to not be suspected by the patrollers. One may be surprised to what they were to find out who was making those noises. They were expecting a trained fighter, a coldblooded killer, a merciless slaughterer.

None of those could fight him at all… it was a young boy at the age of 10.

The young boy had spiky blonde hair, but those spikes were laced downwards with sweat and what may look like splotches of blood. The rest was tied to a ponytail by some sort of small rope of black. The young boy had dazzling blue eyes that were filled with life… and yet that life depicted horror and tragedy, along with abuse and neglect. Three whisker marks, a set on each cheek, were the unique part about him. It was as if he had gained the traits of a feline through some occurrence…

A horrifying occurrence…

He had such a well-built body for his age, having 6 packed abs and muscles that symbolized his will as a fighter. His fists were wrapped around in bandages all the way to his forearm. A thick stain of blood could be seen around the knuckle region and grew progressively with each strike upon the wooden structure he was hitting.

A pair of dark orange pants covered his lower regions. It looked worn out and the right leg of the pants had a tear from the end to the shin. Wrapped around his naked right leg were bandages that too had splotches of blood.

He was unrelenting in striking the tall tree that had dents and cracks from his strikes. His strikes showed no form of fighting style, but rather a combination of many such as Muay Thai, Taekwondo, Kyokushin Karate, and so much more. What was surprising was the fact that he could incorporate this into a set of moves that flowed fluently like a stream of water.

And could deal great damage to an opponent.

Right Roundhouse kick… flying Roundhouse kick… Elbow strike...

Each strike was incorporated with another move, and this move was from another fighting style. Each strike had also dealt considerable damage to such a thick trunk to the point that it looked to have caved in.

He could feel it. He felt his bones breaking and healing back, his flesh ripping and stitching together, his wounds opening and closing back. No ordinary human should be able to regenerate that fast… unless there was someone who was regenerating those wounds for him.

Each strike brought pain and progress into his body. No matter the agony his body felt, no matter how many times his muscles pleaded for him to stop, he just kept on going like it was all that mattered in his life. He had been doing this for so long that it was as if the pain was numbed from being processed into his brain.

He had learned to endure the pain anyways. It was even before he had begin training a few years past. Those memories were only a fuel to his undying desire to get stronger.

(Flashback…)

WHAPACK!

The horrendous sound of flesh meeting wood in a gruesome display echoed throughout the orphanage. A sudden scream of an anguished-induced child followed next; it was a heartbreaking sound to hear, but not to those who were of the cold heart. The sound continued in a horrendous unorthodox pattern, and the cries seemed to greaten with each contact.

"P-Please… no more…" The whimpering was so heartbreaking to hear; it was the whimpering of a child that had gone through the inferno and back.

"Hah!" Chortled the brutal man holding the punishing stick, "No more? Brats like you deserve this kind of beating!" With another strike, the child cried out again in pain.

"Besides, a demon like you doesn't deserve pity!"

The noise of cries and whips echoed throughout the distant moon, as if begging for it to help him. But not even the great ambassador of the night could provide him aid; he was left alone in the cruel pits of torment by a caretaker of an orphanage. The man didn't even deserve to be called a caretaker. He was a sadist.

Within those tearful eyes lied the fire of hate that began to burn up with each pain struck into him. This man… he was going to pay, he was going to pay for harming the innocent and the poor – and he swore it with his life and hate that boiled within him!

(Flashback end…)

The mere thought about the past had sent his blood boiling. His fists landed harder, and his rage boiled hotter. The tree he was striking on was beginning to cave in deeper and had been marred with more of his blood. Then, with a mighty grunt, he slammed his fist into the caved region of the tree – and it burst into splinters like a balloon. The tree was barely standing upright with the hollowed section he had made through enhancing his fist with chakra.

Potent chakra.

Unlike most chakra, this chakra was vile, untamed, and ravenous. Whatever it struck, it was shown no mercy. Whatever got in its way for reasons of pride, arrogance, and foolishness, it was beaten to the inch of its life. The tree was used for not only training, but for equipment in which the blonde had learned to craft through wit and gathered knowledge; that was the reason why it was being to a pulp.

BWACK!

With one last solid kick, the tree was cut down…

THUD!

Followed by a large thud…

Thud…

And another thud, albeit softer than the last. The blonde looked at the sky with willpower and determination that contradicted his afflicted features. No matter how much the pain, he always healed up thanks to the very reason why he was hated: the Kyuubi no Yoko, in which resided in him. Being a Jinchūriki had its benefits just at it had its flaws. He took advantage of this and trained and trained until every bone in his body broke or every muscle in his being tore.

He was going to show them the reason why they should never test Uzumaki Naruto.

(Timeskip)

When Naruto woke up, he was unsurprised to see the sky as dazzling as it was when the sun shone down onto the earth, and down on him. Every bit of his body ached, but he was used to the pain and in pushing himself beyond limits. This time, however, he couldn't move a muscle. It was as if his nerves were so numb they weren't listening to the orders his brain was giving him. He remembered Kurama, the Kyuubi no Yoko's name, often trying to stop him from ever pushing himself, but the blonde never paid heed and continued to do so. Only after a few months that voice vanished, and he couldn't remember the last time he passed out.

It was only up until now.

He closed his eyes and allowed his mind to go blank.

And when he opened his eyes once again, the visage of his mindscape was revealed. The mindscape reflected the mental capability and emotional aspect of a man, and what Naruto saw was a beautiful array of mountains that stood tall across an everlasting sea of trees. The mountain he stood on was akin to the Himalayas, tall, fresh, and yet it had greenery sprouting as if it was spring along with the snowy patches of the winter. He remembered such beauty hidden behind his mind; he expected it to bloom brightly just like his strength.

"You always push yourself like the idiot you are, huh…"

The young voice made Naruto spin around – and immediately rose his arms to defend himself from a powerful roundhouse kick to his right temple. The force was so powerful it made him skid back a couple of feet before he could stop himself. When he brought his arms down, he looked forward and narrowed his eyes.

It was a boy about his age. Unlike Naruto's toned and masculine body, the boy had a petite frame with slim abs and a soft, light skin tone. He looked feminine alright from the feet all the way up. His face was shaped softly and flawlessly like a glass figurine, possessing soft lips and beautiful crimson eyes to follow. His hair was as red as the color of blood, cut short with beautiful locks and bangs framing his face and in between his eyes in which these locks and bangs barely touch his nose. The boy wore a pair of red Kung-Fu pants with tattered ends similar to Naruto's. Two things stood out the most: firstly, the boy had fox ears on the top of his head, and secondly, the boy had nine ferocious orange-to-gold tails whiplashing behind him.

"Kurama…" Naruto said in a low voice with his eyes sharper than the finest sword in all of the Elemental Nations. Naruto had a question readied, but Kurama answered it before he could ask.

"All actions have their consequences, Naruto-kun."Said Kurama softly, betraying the deadly look in his eyes. "You lost control of yourself and pushed your mind and body to its limit. What that cause was the weakening of the seal, and Lo! I'm here. As a matter of fact, I should thank you for doing what you have done. If it weren't for you pushing yourself far from your limit, I wouldn't've tasted freedom for so many years."The personified Bijuu smiled, revealing his small fangs jutting from the underside of his upper lip.

"Now then, let me show you my gratitude."

ZOOM!

Naruto's eyes widened up before he sidestepped just in the nick of time before Kurama could hit him with his palm strike. Kurama, for a Bijuu so big, knew how to fight using Martial Arts. If it was any ordinary man, Kurama would've already killed him with that single palm strike by how fast and how strong it was courtesy to his Bijuu status.

The blonde backed away immediately and distanced himself greatly from Kurama who chuckled at him.

"You want to get strong, right Naruto-kun?"Smiled Kurama before going into a stance – it was just like Naruto's stance. "Well then, let me help you with that."

The battle began, and Kurama and Naruto looked like they were both on even ends. However, Naruto was clearly being worn down by Kurama who didn't even look like he was trying. In fact, he was smiling both in amusement and interest as Naruto countered and dodged his blows. It was as expected from his host; powerful, daring, handsome, calculative, Naruto was pretty much better than the buffoon of a host he once was.

As much as Kurama desired to be free again, staying with Naruto might not be as bad as he thought.

Naruto backflipped to dodge Kurama's sweeping kick. Once he landed, he aimed for a roundhouse kick to the body in which Kurama caught immediately. Naruto, with his reactions sharper than ever, Used his other leg to perform a backflip kick that aimed for Kurama's chin. The personified Bijuu immediately let go of Naruto's leg and avoided the kick by flawlessly leaning back. When Naruto landed, they exchanged blow for blow once more with each blow wearing out a fighter. It wasn't Kurama that was being worn down as time passed on.

Naruto, despite his bones creaking, shot out with an elbow strike – only for Kurama to sidestep it before sending a palm strike into Naruto's abdomen. The blow was strong it forced air out of the blonde's mouth and made him hunch forward. Quickly, the personified Kyuubi no Yoko took Naruto down by placing his right leg behind his host's legs and pulling his own leg back. Down went Naruto with a loud THUD!

Kurama pinned him down on the ground by straddling his lap with his tails gripping hold of Naruto's wrist. The blonde couldn't move even if he wanted to at this point. Before, a man won against the Kyuubi no Yoko and imprisoned him. Now, the Kyuubi no Yoko won against a man and held him in his place.

"This is what happens when you push yourself too much, Naruto-kun…"Cooed Kurama as he leaned forward and stroked Naruto's bleeding cheek. The smile on his face grew upon feeling the familiar liquid on his fingertips. "You grow weak and not strong, you injure yourself and bring no benefit, and most of all, you cause your enemies to triumph over you because you couldn't hold your ambitions in check. If it weren't for me, you would be dead by now."

That was true. If it weren't for Kurama he wouldn't have healed this quick and learned this fast. If it weren't for Kurama, his entire body would be paralyzed with only his eyes and mouth being the only thing capable of movement. If it weren't for Kurama he wouldn't have survived those beatings he had suffered for many days and many nights. And if it weren't for Kurama, he wouldn't have gotten this far in strength and training.

"You owe me, and you know that."Chuckled the Kyuubi no Yoko as he made Naruto sit up using his tails.

Naruto said nothing as he looked down, his eyes narrowed up sharply with his teeth grit in frustration and in pain. His hands were held behind his back by Kurama's soft tails with his tails brushing up lovingly upon Naruto's whisker-marked cheeks. The latter was not going to be a fool and try and bite them. Who knows what Kurama might do if he did.

"…what on earth do I owe you…" Asked Naruto in a silent, growl-like way as he looked up at the smiling personified Bijuu.

"What a silly question, Naruto-kun." Cooed Kurama before inching closer to Naruto's face. Alarms were screaming at Naruto by how close the personified Bijuu got. He reacted by moving his head away in discomfort with his cheeks pinkening up and his teeth gritted against one another.

"You owe me your entirety, your every being, and most of all, you owe me your body." He inched even closer and licked Naruto's cheek seductively, causing the blonde to shiver upon feeling the stinging pleasure registering on his bleeding skin.

"As if I'd hand you my body…" Muttered Naruto under his breath as he tried to inch away from Kurama, but the boy had fastened him down with his tails and even wrapped his arms around his waist in a loving hug. Their position was awkward, discomforting, and embarrassing all the at the same time. Kurama didn't mind this; they were alone after all.

"You don't know what I'm talking about…" He leaned in closer to Naruto's ear and licked his earlobe seductively. "Na-ru-to-koi~"

The blonde's eyes widened up and his cheeks turned redder than before. He was having conflicting feelings within himself; his mind told him this was wrong, yet his body told him otherwise. He hated giving up and submitting to defeat, yet why did his stomach flutter like butterflies upon being given the affection he never had? His training and experience with men and women alike in the village had him doubting every single move of affection was real. Kurama, however, was not the men and women in the village, he was a Bijuu, and an adorable one at that in all honesty.

"I want you and you only. Besides, you can't live without me and you know that." Smiled Kurama down at Naruto who couldn't even look up by how conflicted he felt. That was true, and Naruto couldn't say anything to that.

"If you accept me, I'll give you power. If you accept me, I'll give you knowledge. If you accept me, I'll give you guidance, everything you've ever dreamed of." Kurama's voice showed no hint of a mutiny whatsoever; not even a slither of it. "So, tell me, Naruto-kun. Do you accept me?"

Naruto couldn't argue anymore. He knew that what Kurama said was true, and the fact that Kurama excluded that he could break out of Naruto's mind and cause havoc – something he had done before unwillingly under someone's control – showed how much he had Naruto in checkmate. Stiffly, the blonde nodded, and Kurama smiled.

"At last…" Kurama tipped the frustrated Naruto's face up; how he delighted seeing his handsome features. "You. Are. Mine~"

Opening his mouth, Kurama bit down on Naruto's neck which caused the latter to yelp. The mark Kurama gave to Naruto was a special mark, and it signified he and the blonde were together.

Anyone that dared try to take him away was going to suffer the wrath of the Kyuubi no Yoko.

The last thing Naruto felt was heat rushing through his neck before vanishing from his mindscape.

(Real world)

His entire body felt so… tight, as if someone had tied him down with a fluffy yet sturdy piece of cloth. When Naruto woke up, his vision swam into clarity and his senses tingled back to life. The first thing he felt was… tails. Without a doubt, these were Kurama's tails. The feeling of such soft and fluffy appendages brought into him a transient peace; it was something he hadn't felt before because all he felt before was pain, anger, and solitude. He tried to sit up only for him to get pulled back to the ground upon feeling an arm wrapped across his chest.

When he looked to his side, he found a sleeping Kurama.

"Ku…rama." Groaned Naruto as he tried to get up, but Kurama persisted in making him stay down. "Let me… up…"

Kurama giggled cutely before slowly fluttering his eyes open. The sight made Naruto blush, and Naruto's face made Kurama smile broadly.

"Pet me…"

The cute request made Naruto look at Kurama as if he had gone senile.

"Just… let me up…" Naruto tried once again, but Kurama just held him tighter and got closer. Those beautiful fox ears of his twitched once in anticipation for Naruto's hand; it made the latter stop his struggle as he found it to be rather dazzling. It wasn't everyday he saw a human-kitsune hybrid.

"Pet me."

Requested Kurama again as one of his tails loosened up the grip on Naruto's arm. It was still there though, wrapped gently in a warming hug that would constrict him like a boa if he tried to escape. Sighing in defeat, Naruto used his freed-but-imprisoned hand to gently pet Kurama's ears; it made the latter moan and sigh in pleasure. The thought of getting up slowly began to fade as Naruto continued to scratch the personified Bijuu's ears like he was a cat.

"Kiss me."

That request made Naruto sputter which also made him stop petting Kurama. The latter whined cutely and nuzzled up closer to Naruto for more comfort to the point their bodies were pressed up against one another. Kurama's cool body contradicted Naruto's alluring heat; both felt so… conflicted with one another. Naruto, knowing for the fact Kurama wouldn't let him up if he didn't do as requested, decided to pet Kurama again before planting a kiss on his forehead. It made Kurama moan in even more pleasure as he snuggled up closer to his jailor, that is, if Naruto was even considered a jailor.

"Kurama…" Naruto gritted his teeth upon feeling Kurama lecherously pressing his body up against him. "Let me get up now."

"Mm…" Kurama whined cutely, but nonetheless, he got up and released Naruto from his and his tails' grip. Alas, the blonde had stood up and instantly began to crank and pop his bones back in the place. The way they crunched was incredibly satisfying, especially since it briskly took the stress on his body away.

When Naruto cranked his neck to the side, he remembered something from within his mindscape. He instinctively touched his neck and found himself touching a… bite mark? Yep, it was clearly the bite mark made by Kurama who chuckled upon seeing his reaction. Another thought popped in, and that thought made him groan.

"How on earth am I supposed to explain you if Hokage-Jiji visits me?" Naruto looked around and was stumped upon seeing how seductive yet innocent Kurama sat on the ground with his tails swishing and flickering behind him.

"Just tell him I'm your mate."

Naruto looked at him in bewilderment. His reaction made Kurama chuckle.

"Silly Naruto-kun. Do you truly think I'm actually a boy?" Smiled Kurama sweetly, making Naruto sputter again. He couldn't believe what he was hearing right now; he didn't even know whether to believe in Kurama or not. Naruto fixed his composure and facepalmed before looking at Kurama then asking a question.

"How am I supposed to believe you?"

Now that was a bad gamble. Kurama's smile grew predatory-like – and Naruto witnessed the most appalling yet most arousing transformation to ever date. Kurama transformed from a cute boy about Naruto's age to an older, bustier, and well-endowed female. In a sudden poof, Kurama turned into a drop-dead gorgeous vixen. Her huge, gravity-defying breasts and perky nipples stood on her chest proudly and blatantly, all for Naruto to see. Her curvy, well-built body was accompanied by plump, mouth-watering thighs. Her heart-shaped face was accompanied with pink, porcelain-like lips and beautiful, orange-red eyes. She had three pairs of whiskers on her face similar to Naruto's but being much more prominent. Her hair had grown up to her upper rear with two braided locks on either side of her face.

"Believe me now, Naruto-koi?" Purred Kurama seductively as she slowly stood up, her breasts jiggling as she did so.

Naruto had to put every ounce and every bit of his training and will to stop himself from nose bleeding, passing out, and calming his tightening loins. He quickly turned away and pinched the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth. He had to bite his tongue to the point it bled just to calm himself down. It worked…

If it weren't for a pair of "you-know-what" poking his back accompanied by Kurama's lecherous chuckle.

"K-Kurama." Gasped Naruto upon feeling the vixen's slender arms wrap around his chest, dangerously near his crotch.

"Mm… I smell blood, Naruto-kun." Said Kurama huskily in Naruto's ear; his patience and willpower were breaking fast. Then, one of Kurama's tails brushed across his tight-sealed lips. It was when Kurama giggled all the while she cupped his cheek, "Ah~ I know where it is. Say 'ah', Naruto-kun."

Before Naruto knew it, Kurama had turned his head to the side and a pair of delicious lips slammed against his in a ferociously passionate kiss. She forced his mouth open for her tongue to get through and began to clean/explore his cavern. Naruto never knew Vixen saliva had a healing agent; he could feel his tongue laceration mending back as her own tongue lapped inside his mouth.

At this point, Naruto felt uncontrollable lust and hunger grip him, lust and hunger that was only an inch shorter than his patience and experience. He felt so… weak, so vulnerable in her arms, and she played with him as much as she wanted to. From how Kurama stared at Naruto with her red cheeks, she wanted him now; mating season was just a few weeks away, and she wasn't going to allow anyone to take her mate. Besides, she had the most perfect body and the most beautiful features to please a man. The "men" in Konohakagure weren't even half the man Naruto was.

She was amazed by how patient he had grown; he was capable of resisting her body prepared solely for his and her pleasure. She decided to reward him by giving him a break; she broke off the connection of her lips and his with a trail of saliva connected from both of them which broke off short moments later.

Naruto looked away and took deep breaths to calm himself down even further. He would be lying if he said he didn't lust over Kurama's body – something which got her excited – but he was still young, really young. He was completely unaware that she didn't care about the age he possessed. He was already mouth-wateringly well-endowed for someone so young. Maybe it was in his genes.

Smiling, Kurama softly asked, "Isn't school going to be in under 15 minutes?"

That snapped Naruto out of his trance, but then he looked down at himself before groaning, "How am I supposed to go to school shirtless?"

"Oh?" Kurama giggled which made Naruto blush again. "Don't worry, I have something you can wear."

Naruto turned around in curiosity – only for him to look away upon seeing Kyuubi wearing a black, long-sleeved jacket unzipped with half her breasts peaking through. She was so good at teasing him to the point she could send him over the edge. The training of Uzumaki Naruto had yet to stop.

(CUT!)