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Nevermind the Demon Fox (Naruto, Gen, one-shot) - artistshipper
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Nevermind the Demon Fox (Naruto, Gen, one-shot)

When Naruto finally told her about the nine tailed fox that resided in the seal on his belly, she'd set the matter aside. They had a mission to focus on. Later, eating celebratory ramen after that mess had been handled, Naruto brought it up again, nervously explaining that people had hated him for having the demon that had leveled a good chunk of the city in him.

 

She'd thought about it for a few seconds, and then burst out laughing, falling of her chair, and rolling on the floor for nearly a full minute.

 

Because it was funny. People were worried about the demon fox. Hilarious

 

She knew better. She'd known for years that Naruto was a force to bring down thrones and shake countries. He didn't need the fox for that. If anything, the fox was lesser worry.

 

Naruto was a simple soul. He liked Ramen, the company of friends, and a good joke. She thanked the Kami for that daily. Imagine if he'd had a taste for cruelty or a greed for power. The thought made her soul quail.

 

For she knew that in that simplicity was a intensity that outshone the sun. Naruto had a power that made even the legendary bijuu seem pale in comparison. He spoke, and people listened. Not merely hearing his words, but actually changing their beliefs, their actions, their lives because of what he said. He demanded that they be better than they were and they did. Because he told them so fervently, so passionately that they could not help but be caught up in his dream. "Believe it!" he'd say, and he'd say it with such unshakable conviction that you did.

 

She'd heard Naruto called naive. That was nonsense. His belief in goodness was so bright that all other thoughts melted against it. If he was naive, it was a naivete more contagious than any virus. Against his conviction even the power and malice of bijuu struggled in vain.

 

It was no exaggeration to say he made friends everywhere he went. And thank the Kami that he thought of them as friends, for where he led, people would follow. If he marched to the gates of death, they would follow, with songs on their lips and fire in their hearts.

 

She'd studied enough history to know what that kind of charisma had wrought in ages past. And so she laughed, reveling in the joy of the world as it was. Because Naruto, her friend, her comrade in arms, was not the kind who would ever be such a destroyer, whatever power he had. Believe it.

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parcae_lj From: parcae_lj Date: October 10th, 2010 10:52 am (UTC) (Link)
Holy shit, you're alive! Hello.
artistshipper From: artistshipper Date: October 10th, 2010 08:13 pm (UTC) (Link)
Yeah, sorry. rediscovered Forums and got Eated by them. plus, college.

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