Chat with the Kyuubi no Yoko

[Kei Uzumaki's POV]

I found myself in a pitch-black sewer like area. Cold water clung to my feet as I calmly observed my surroundings.

Of course, I already knew where I was it wasn't that challenging to figure out. After all, I watched the anime. The problem is that I don't know why I was here.

Why was I inside my mindscape? Did the fox have a have a hand in it? If so, why did they do it? To talk? Actually, that seems probable if he heard my thoughts. I should ask him what he thinks about truth then.

I stopped my thoughts as I began walking through the chilly water, trying to find the location of the fox in my own mindscape. I searched and searched, seeking the fox for what seemed like hours.

"Over here." A gruff sounding voice called out to me. My body immediately turned towards where the voice came from and followed the path that was there.

I then found myself in front of a large iron bars with a small tag of paper on it with the kanji for sealed written on it. Behind the bars settled a large gigantic beast with 9 majestical tails that were behind it. Its fur was of a reddish orange colour scheme with 2 darkly shaded crimson eyes. It had black fur around its eyes that stretched onto the ears of the fox like being as well.

"Am I right to assume you wanted to meet me?" I inquisitively asked.

"I did want to meet you." His voice carried an honest tone with a hint of curiously in it.

"Why? I'm not particularly interesting to talk to you know." I questioned, curious as to why he contacted me.

"Some of your thoughts can be heard here, and one of them was that thought process of yours." The Kyuubi wasn't trying to make me frightened of it, huh? He probably knew that it was a useless endeavour anyway.

It wasn't that I've never been scared either. I knew fear that was caused by pain, I knew how miserable and terrifying it felt to be a loser. I have seen countless people destroyed by it time and time again.

But eventually, I stopped feeling fear. Instead, I just felt numb because I had come to realize that no matter how much suffering and despair others go through, I myself won't have to experience the same thing. As long as I had the means to protect myself, then that was all I needed.

As long as I won, then I could protect myself from all harm.

"Well, am I to assume this chat you want to have is based on my winning is everything mindset? " I asked more out of exasperation than anything else.

"Yes, I want to understand how someone like you can exist." The beast told me.

I silently considered telling him why in order to gan fabour with him. But my mind focused on the confirmation of my earlier theory.

"Why do you think about truth first?" I put the question forwards quickly, my boundless curiosity pushing me to do so. He seemed shocked, to say the least at my inquiry. The Kyuubi answered soon after.

"Well then, I myself believe that the truth must be found whether it is a way to punish crime or as a way to find ourselves." That was a simple answer. But it was far different than the maniacs who don't think about it beyond the definition of the word.

"Well, thanks for the answer, Kyuubi, or should I say Kurama." I vocalised to try and gauge his reaction. Which was his face immediately scrunching up in anger. Seeing this allowed me to think some more on telling him a factual story or a fabricated one.

Seeing that the Kyuubi had a perceptive gaze honed over several centuries, I chose to tell the truth.

"How do you know my name insolent brat?" He roared in anger as his composure broke. My true eyes stared into his own. A completely impenetrable darkness meeting the hate filled eyes of the Kyuubi.

"I will tell you under the condition that I have your support to use your chakra should I need it." I commanded the Kyuubi in this deal. If he took it, I would tell only the truth to him. If not, I would lie.

"I accept. Just tell me how you know my true name." The Kyuubi spoke clearly angered by everything.

Excellent, just excellent. Everything was going according to plan. Well then, I suppose I should uphold my part of the deal.

So I told him everything about the Whiteroom. The year it shut down temporarily all the way to my time in ANHS and my discovery of anime. On how it was my first true hobby. Oh, I did not forget to mention how he was an anime character in my old world.

As I finished saying everything that needed to be said, I observed Kurama's reaction to the information. His mouth was agape from shock alone. My eyes saw the disbelief in his eyes, yet they couldn't help but seem to believe seeing as I had held no reason to lie.

"You aren't pulling my leg. I can sense it in your words and see it in your eyes. You're telling me the truth. However unbelievable, it seems." I chuckled at that. I didn't believe reincarnation was possible before. But being reborn made me rethink a lot of stuff.

"Anyways, is there a way I can change this dump to be better?" I asked, cutting through the tension in the air.

"It should be no problem for you. You just need to will what you want into existence." He answered, and I immediately got work on creating a far better mindscape filled with greenery trees, lakes, rivers, and mountains. I even changed Kurama's seal to a collar with the sealed Kanji on it. This allowed him to explore the surrounding areas to his hearts content.

"Thank you, human." He thanked me, but I simply waved him off.

"It's the least I could do, at least." I said, getting a chuckle from the darker half of the Kyuubi.

I myself felt some type of positive emotion, but I ignored it in exchange for entering a philosophical chat with Kurama.