Fourth Hokage and Son

Kurama

It was unusual for the boy to become enraged.

It was uncommon for the boy to reach for his chakra.

And it was rare for the boy to actually use his chakra. 

But when it did happen, Kurama always found himself intrigued. 

On this occasion, the sudden surge of his chakra through the mindscape had snapped him from his nap. Opening his eyes, he'd found an unfocused presence of Naruto standing before him. The boy's back was to him and Naruto's presence flickered in and out of the mindscape. Chakra was accumulating at the feet of the boy, swirling about, trying to reach and attach itself to the presence. 

The rage was there, Kurama could feel it vibrate through Naruto's being. But the boy had yet to reach for the chakra that was readily available to him. 

There was also a stomach twisting fear and uncertainty.

This was a Naruto that Kurama was uncomfortable with. He preferred the wild boy with a calmed mind and a bright demeanor. This before him was not his chosen jinchuuriki. 

Standing from his position, Kurama stretched. Digging his claws into the leaf covered floor of the den, rubbing his side against the dirt wall, yawning as he walked forward. He shook the collar around his neck, the loose chain clanging against the wall bracket until it was pulled taunt as Kurama stood behind the boy. Leaning forward a tad more, the collar digging into his neck, Kurama was able to get the tip of his nose to touch the middle of Naruto's back. Immediately, his vision was filled with what the boy was seeing in the outside world and Kurama understood his rage. 

A dome of icy mirrors surrounded them.

Senbon flew at them from a blurry figure who jumped between mirrors.

Naruto's friend lay motionless on the ground. 

Yes, Kurama understood Naruto's rage... 

But he hated the fear and uncertainty the boy felt. 

The boy wouldn't do it so he did. Reaching for his chakra, Kurama pushed it into Naruto. He let the shift occur effortlessly as the chakra filled and reinvigorated the boy's muscles, as it sharpened the senses, slowed down a straining heart, and forced lungs the fill fully. Until the boy's injuries were healed, disappearing as if they were never there, and pulling forth the physical characteristics of his jinchuuriki. 

Nails sharpened to claws.

Ears pointed.

Canines extended.

Standing on the balls of his feet.

Eyes slits of cerulean blue. 

The world seemed to slow down. Their eyes now able to see the senbon as it flew toward them and to track their feminine opponent as they jumped mirrors. They barely registered the small breaths of air coming from their fallen teammate but they kept the senbon away from him just the same. 

"This is a kekkei genkai, not a jutsu." Kurama explained, speaking through the mindscape. 

"I know... I just don't know what to do!" Naruto huffed.

"Yes you do. You're just letting your fear get in the way."

"That Naruto is not me..."

Kurama mused over his statement. The boy still feared the vision of a jinchuuriki who no longer existed. He was too focused on not becoming one thing to realize he was on a path to something else entirely. 

"There is strength in justified rage, Naruto. And there is more power in confidence than in fear. Do not be afraid of your anger... learn to channel it into something more."

There was a feeling of warmth that flowed from Naruto to Kurama through their shared linked. 

"You getting soft, Kurama?"

"Never in your life, you brat. Now stand up straight and get us the hell out of here!" Kurama exclaimed. "It's cold...."

A/N: I know it's short... sorry... I'm out of practice.  The next one will be longer... but probably not next weekend but the one after. Let me know what you think!