A/N: This was born from an insane theory I came up with that Kushina was the Kyuubi. I even had plenty of evidence to support it, but I’ll spare you the details so you can get to reading. It’s pretty much AU considering bijuu are supposed be mindless when not sealed, but that should be obvious. Also, a cookie to anyone who catches my little joke in this chapter (not a particularly funny joke but…)
There was fire and destructions everywhere. Corpses littered the landscape and the groans of the dying filled the air. Tears flowed freely from Kushina’s eyes as she watched the loss of everything and everyone she had ever known. The Kyuubi was highly visible against the night sky, as were the Whirlpool jounin trying in vain to fight it. It just batted them away like insects.
“WHY?!!” Kushina screamed, “Why would you bring such suffering upon us?!”
She wasn’t sure if she screaming at the fox, the gods, or anything at all.“Suffering? You pathetic creatures know nothing of true suffering! The kind of pain and sorrow that consumes you so utterly that nothing else is left!”
a voice roared.
With a start Kushina realized that the Kyuubi had said that. She blinked and the creature disappeared from the skyline. Now a woman stood in front of her that could have passed for her reflection.
“What is your name?” the doppelganger asked, “Who is it that dares to speak of suffering to the Kyuubi no Youko?”
“Uzumaki Kushina,” the kunoichi replied a bit dazed.
“Then Uzumaki Kushina, I shall reward your courage with a tale of true suffering.”
Kushina wasn’t sure why she was listening to this beast and not trying to stick a kunai in its heart, other than its strangely enchanting voice.
“There was once a beautiful city, known far and wide for its beauty and wealth. It was called the City of Foxes in honor of the creatures that freely roamed its streets. You see, they were the favorite creatures of the city’s goddess. The goddess was loved and worshiped by her people and she returned their love and showered them with blessings. Then disciples of the Rikudou Sennin came to the city. They pillaged, they destroyed, they raped, and they killed every living thing they found. Everything they did to her worshipers, the goddess felt. Then they came to her temple and killed her high priest right in front of her. She went mad with rage and grief and became a demon, the Kyuubi no Youko. From that day on she has brought destruction wherever she has gone.”
“What gives you the right?!” Kushina exploded, “Just because some people hurt you a long time ago doesn’t mean you can just cause wanton destruction!”
The Kyuubi disappeared and Kushina felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. A bloody arm was protruding from her stomach. The world reeled and she died. The Kyuubi removed her arm and let the corpse fall to the ground.
“Insolent wench,” the fox said indignantly.
No one really cared about the destruction of the Hidden Whirlpool Village which had been too small and poor for anyone to bother forming an alliance with it. The Tsuchikage and Raikage did express some regret that they had missed out on the opportunity to create another jinchuriki, though.
Kyuubi was bored. All of the small settlements she had been destroying were beginning to run together. She didn’t dare go after a ninja village in case they were to trap her like her idiot fellow tailed beasts. She knew no one in Whirlpool would be strong enough to do it and she suspected that she would be safe attacking the Hidden Hot Springs Village or the Hidden Moon Village, but there were many foxes in that area and she didn’t want to risk hurting them.
So now she mostly wandered the countryside in human form, putting ninja who had been injured out of their misery and playing immature pranks on random strangers. Foxes were tricksters after all.
She continued doing this until one day whilst trying to find a human to seduce and kill, she came across Namikaze Minato . Kyuubi inherently hated shinobi, but this man was the spitting image of her high priest Arashi. Had reincarnation reunited them?
She spent the next few weeks observing him from a distance. His mannerisms reminded her painfully of her long dead follower. So she continued following him and observing until one day…
“If you’re here to kill me could you please just come out and try it already?” he asked irritably.
She descended from the treetops, her pride a bit bruised.
“I’m not here to kill you,” she replied.
“Then what do you want?”
“You remind me of a friend who died.”
“Oh, I’m sorry for your loss.”
She waved her hand dismissively.
“It was a long time ago.”
“Do you mind if I ask who you are? I have a lot of enemies.”
“Uzumaki Kushina, the only surviving ninja of the Hidden Whirlpool Village.”
Kushina, as now even she thought of herself, couldn’t believe the turn her life had taken. That didn’t mean such wasn’t happy with it, of course. All that hate, rage and pain had become like a distant nightmare.
Now the only thing that concerned her was seeing her newborn son. Minato was letting her rest (little did he realize that she didn’t need it) while he showed off little Naruto.
“How the mighty have fallen,” a voice said from the shadows.
Suddenly before her was a masked figure in a black cloak. His mask exposed only a single eye, but the Sharingan was clearly visible. The chakra inside of him was even more sinister than hers in her true form.
“Madara,” she growled, “get out here before I kill you!”
“You’re going to doing some killing all right, but it won’t be me. Now, why don’t we show this village your true colors?”
His eye shifted into that horribly familiar Eternal Mangekyo and madness once again consumed her.