The Jailor Of The Kyuubi (Unedited)(Discontinued)

The dark abode

Clocks. Just a circular woodwork with numbers on it.

How am I supposed to know if its day, or night? Just 5'o clock dosent mean anything for me as of now.

Sounds silly, right?

Not for me. For I have been trapped in this dark abode with darkness seeping through the walls and the floor.

Once a day,  a maid would open the dark wooden door emitting light and a wave of warmth.

Honestly, I don't even know why would that devil even want to keep me alive.

The maid would feed me. Or rather, thrust spoonfuls of wet salty rice through my mouth.

Revulsion was evident in her.

As of now, I don't even know why he bothered to feed me.

I mean...If I went away from this world, it would benefit the village right?
It probably was Hinata.

Despite being Satan himself, he really does love his daughter.

A time came, when I started singing, or humming tunes to shake off the fear.

Then a time came, I stopped singing. I would stare through the darkness and look forward to that warm streak of light that sent a tingling sensation down my spine.

I was cold.

And even though, I waited patiently for him. My brother. To rescue me from this dark abode.

Then the day came. I heard crunches and spazzes coming through the door.

The lady who fed me screamed and covered her ears.

I couldn't fight back the urge and said in a cool voice, which I identified as Kurama's

'Your time has come. Now you die'

The lady screamed harder. I believe that my eyes turned red. My back arched and my skin burned.

'SAKURA!'
That voice snatched me back to my senses.
I felt a soothing aura surrounding me. My muscles relaxed.

I turned my head sideways in reflex to look at my brother.
His hair was messy, his clothes looked as if he had come back from a mission.

It was a matter of a second until I found myself buried in his arms.

'Sakura...I was so...scared..' He  sobbed onto my shoulder. I stood there, confused.

I was confused. One second, I was staring into the darkness. Now I am in my brother's arms fighting the urge to cry.

I had questions prepared. For Kurama,  and for myself.

In the loving memory of -Mej dida.
Hope you rest in peace, in the heavenly abode.