Naruto One-Shot (Yaoi)

Landslide

Author: Shaitanah

Summary: As little as the Kyuubi knows about human emotions, it knows full well that its container's heart beats a lot faster when he's in the presence of one Uchiha Sasuke. Sasuke/Naruto; Kyuubi POV Please R&R!

On sleepless roads, the sleepless go...

Sometimes when it lies asnooze in the corner of its cell it hears a strange sound that begins somewhere above the ceiling and gradually descends as if some invisible shower (if sounds could be water) sprinkles it all over the floor.

It thumps. It beats. It's alive and so vibrant that sometimes the Kyuubi wonders what it feels like to have this device that produces such a sound. It can tell from personal experience of living inside a human being that it hurts a lot whenever that device works too hard, but it can be extremely pleasant, too. Exhilarating even. It affects the access of air to the lungs as well. Sometimes there is almost no air and that heart thing beats so loud, so uneven, short of crashing its jail of ribs and flesh, and the little human's chest becomes so tight...

And that's when the Kyuubi knows Uchiha is around.

It stirs leisurely in its sleep, basking in the full spectre of human emotions. The kit doesn't even bother to suppress them; they splash inside him like a turbulent sea. Each has its own flavour. Confusion tastes vapid, a tad sour. Insecurity is bitter, and it's almost instantly washed away by decisiveness that is cool, metallic and mildly echoes blood (or it is just the Nine-Tails projecting). Anxiety bursts in like a tidal wave, sweeping through the kit's every nerve, and the water in the Demon's prison rises, steam coming off the surface.

The Fox opens one eye lazily. Uchiha is close; the stench of his chakra smothers the beast. It revives a few good memories. Though creatures of its kind never hold on to the past, the Nine-Tails sneers complacently at them. This chakra is way too familiar, like that of a man it used to know a long time ago.

The Fox is curious. It creeps closer the bars, peeking out as far as it can. Maybe it can see Uchiha again. It likes the brat; he thinks he is so smart and cool, but the Bijuu reads him like a book. He is all there in those wonderful and malicious eyes of his that spin so wildly, hypnotizing even the vilest demon in the world.

There comes just a bit of sorrow, and the Kyuubi rightfully supposes it tastes like sea water. It is mingled with fear (a very small amount of it, but what a rush it is!) and love. This one the Kyuubi barely understands. It is bittersweet, pungent and delicate; it is to be savoured for it dispels quickly. It sheds the soft aroma of peach, laced with the thick scent of grease and herbs and (not really surprising) ramen and seaweed. It stings the palate gently and lingers somewhere in the corner, as it heightens the Bijuu's senses, merging them with those of the little human.

The Kyuubi begins to laugh.

Then there is anger, and it grabs it like a guiding thread. Anger is its shepherd; it has the best taste, sharp like a razor, intoxicating, powerful. It is the key, and the Nine-Tails accepts this gift eagerly.

It darts forth, slamming through the bars, smashing the walls with its tails, roaring and breaking the prison of flesh apart. It tears through the bones, ignoring their deafening crunch. Blood is spilt; it covers the skin in thick film, mixed with sweat, and the Fox glides through the fluids, bringing itself out, enveloping its hot, sizzling chakra all around the kit.

The Kyuubi gushes forth in a fountain of rage. It hates the prison and the container which unfortunately must be preserved to keep its own life going. Someday, the Demon thinks, it will devour the kit's heart, that precious living structure that poisons its days in the gaol.