As The Kyuubi no Yoko in Naruto

The forest clearing was eerily still. Mizuki perched in the branches above, his usual friendly demeanor stripped away to reveal something cold and calculating.

Iruka stood protectively in front of Naruto, while the imprints gathered in growing numbers around them, their forms more agitated than Naruto had ever seen.

"Well, well," Mizuki's voice carried a new edge. "The demon brat and his favorite teacher. How touching."

"Stay calm," the warm voice in Naruto's mind advised. 

"Mizuki," Iruka's voice was hard. "What are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" Mizuki laughed. "I'm doing the village a favor. Do you want to know why everyone hates you, Naruto? Why they look at you with those cold eyes?"

The imprints' movements became frenzied, some trying to block Mizuki's view, others pointing urgently at escape routes. But the warmth in Naruto's mind remained steady, almost anticipatory.

"There's a law," Mizuki continued, his smile growing cruel. "A law that everyone but you knows. Would you like to hear it?"

"Don't," Iruka warned, but Mizuki's eyes were fixed on Naruto.

"Let him speak," the Nine-Tails whispered in Naruto's mind.

"The law," Mizuki's grin widened, "states that no one can tell you that you are the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox! The same beast that destroyed our village twelve years ago!"

The words hung in the air. Naruto felt Iruka tense in front of him, but the warmth in his mind stirred thoughtfully.

"Wait, kit," the voice whispered as Naruto's emotions began to rise. "Think for a moment. This is an opportunity."

"What do you mean?" Naruto asked internally, even as Mizuki continued his rant.

"They fear what they don't understand. If they think their hatred has broken you, made you unstable..." The warmth curled closer. "They can't risk containing or controlling their ultimate weapon, can they? Not when they think that might push you further into my power."

Naruto hesitated. "But..."

"They'll blame themselves, kit. The experienced ones will know you're not really me, but they'll think the village's treatment has fractured your mind. It gives us freedom. Protection."

"You are the demon!" Mizuki snarled, pulling out his giant shuriken, but Naruto was still focused on his internal conversation.

"Freedom?" he questioned his tenant.

"To train as we wish. To use my power more easily. They'll be too afraid of pushing you further into madness to restrict you. Too guilty to cage you. To pursue revenge against Madara more freely."

Naruto felt the logic of it, especially after hearing Madara's name - who he blamed for all the bad in his life. As his hands began to shake with genuine emotion he spoke, his voice barely a whisper.

"The fox?" His voice cracked naturally. "That's why they always..."

The red chakra began seeping out, responding to his real confusion and pain, even as his mind processed this new strategy.

"Yes," the warmth guided gently. "Let your real pain show. Let them see what their hatred has 'done' to you."

Naruto's hands slowly moved to his head, tears forming in his eyes. The confusion and hurt of years of isolation didn't need to be faked - only channeled.

"All this time," he whispered, his voice trembling. "The dreams... the memories that don't make sense..."

"Naruto, no!" Iruka stepped forward, his face twisted with concern and guilt. "You're not the fox! You're-"

"Then why?" Naruto's voice cracked, the red chakra swirling more visibly now. "Why do I remember? Why can I feel such power?"

"Perfect," the warmth approved. "Let them think each revelation breaks you further."

Mizuki's confident grin had faltered, replaced by uncertainty as he watched his "demon brat" narrative take an unexpected turn. The boy before him wasn't responding with denial or rage, but with a broken acceptance that felt far more disturbing.

"Is that why," Naruto's voice shifted between terror and wonder, "I can do things like this?"

The red chakra erupted around him, not in the usual cloak, but forming shapes - a massive clawed hand that reached toward Mizuki with unnatural fluidity. 

Mizuki's eyes widened in genuine fear as he leapt away, but the chakra construct followed, moving like something alive, something hunting. His confident demeanor crumbled as he realized no matter how he dodged, the hand pursued with singular purpose.

"What- what is this?!" Mizuki's voice cracked as he barely avoided the reaching claws.

"I don't know," Naruto whispered, his voice carrying genuine confusion mixed with carefully guided wonder. "It just... comes to me. Like memories. Like instinct."

The chakra hand finally caught Mizuki's ankle. His scream pierced the night as the caustic energy burned through his sandal, into his flesh. He collapsed, clutching his smoking leg, his face twisted in agony.

"Naruto, stop!" Iruka called out, but his voice held more fear for Naruto than of him - exactly as the Nine-Tails had predicted.

The red chakra receded slowly, leaving Naruto standing there looking lost and confused, tears still streaming down his face. The perfect image of a child broken by truth, rather than one in control.

"I... I didn't mean to," Naruto's voice trembled, the red chakra still wisping around him like smoke. "It just... when I get scared or angry, things happen. Power comes."

Iruka approached slowly, his hands raised in a calming gesture. The fear in his eyes had been replaced by something worse - pity, guilt, horror at what the village's treatment might have done to his student's mind.

"Naruto," he said softly, as if speaking to a frightened animal, "listen to me. You're not-"

"But the memories," Naruto cut in, his voice small, confused. "They feel so real. Like I've lived for so long, seen so much..." His hands clutched his head again. "Which ones are mine? Which ones are..."

"Guide his guilt," the warmth whispered. "Let him see what he thinks is happening to you."

Mizuki lay forgotten, whimpering as the chakra burns spread up his leg. The smell of scorched flesh filled the clearing.

"Is this why they hate me?" Naruto asked, looking up at Iruka with eyes that flickered between blue and red. "Because I'm... because I remember being..."

The implication hung in the air, heavy with manufactured meaning. Iruka's face showed exactly what they wanted - the horror of realizing what the village's hatred might have done to an innocent child's mind.

A pang of guilt hit Naruto as he watched Iruka's face crumple with concern. The man had been one of the few who'd shown him kindness, who'd treated him like a person rather than a monster.

"He still lied to you," the warmth reminded gently. "Knew about your parents, about me, about everything. His kindness came with secrets."

Naruto steeled himself, remembering the revelations of the past day. His father's choice. The village's deception. Years of isolation and hatred, while those who knew the truth watched in silence.

Even Iruka's kindness felt different now, tainted by knowledge of what he'd kept hidden.

"The power," Naruto continued, his voice small but carrying that crucial edge of confusion and wonder. "It feels... familiar. Like it's always been there, just... sealed away."

"Naruto, please," Iruka took another careful step forward. "Whatever you're experiencing, whatever you're remembering, we can help-"

"Help?" The red chakra stirred again, responding to genuine emotions now. "Like you helped before? By keeping secrets? By watching me suffer alone?"

"Good," the warmth approved. "Use your real pain. Let them see what they think is their failure."

The clearing grew heavier with tension as Iruka realized just how deeply they might have wounded the child they'd sought to protect.

"I trusted you," Naruto whispered, letting real tears fall. "I trusted all of you. But you knew... you all knew why they hated me. Why I was alone."

The red chakra pulsed with each word, responding to the genuine hurt beneath their calculated performance.

"We were trying to protect you," Iruka's voice cracked. "The Fourth Hokage wanted-"

"The Fourth?" Naruto's laugh came out broken, hysterical. "The one who sealed these memories? Who made me forget what I was?"

"No, Naruto, that's not-"

"Then why do I remember?" The red chakra formed shapes again, less defined this time, like fragments of tails or claws. "Why do I feel so old inside? So angry? So..."

Mizuki's pained whimpers provided a perfect backdrop to the scene, evidence of power that shouldn't belong to a twelve-year-old boy. In the shadows of the clearing, imprints gathered to watch this performance, their presence adding an weight to the air that only Naruto could perceive.

"Let me help you," Iruka pleaded, taking another careful step forward. "We can talk to the Hokage, find a way to-"

"To what?" Naruto's voice carried centuries of pain - carefully guided by the warmth in his mind. "To seal more memories? To make me forget again?"

The chakra around him swirled faster, more chaotically, a perfect picture of instability rather than control.

Suddenly, the clearing filled with additional presences. The Third Hokage and four ANBU materialized at its edges, their arrival marked by swirls of leaves. The red chakra around Naruto pulsed in response, but didn't retreat.

"Naruto," the Third's voice was gentle, careful, but his eyes showed dawning horror as he took in the scene - Mizuki's burned form, Iruka's desperate stance, and most importantly, the state of the boy he'd tried to protect.

"Old man," Naruto's voice trembled, genuine anger mixing with their calculated performance. "Did you know too? About what I am? About these memories?"

The chakra shifted around him, forming half-shapes. The ANBU tensed, but the Third held up a hand, stopping them from moving closer.

"What memories, Naruto?" the Third asked softly, though his face showed he feared the answer.

"Of power. Of hatred. Of being sealed." Naruto's hands clutched his head again. "They feel so real. So old. Like I've lived for centuries, like I've seen..."

"Guide his reaction," the warmth whispered. "Watch how he blames himself."

The Third's face aged years in moments as he watched what appeared to be the village's greatest fear unfolding - their weapon breaking under the weight of knowledge, their attempts at protection backfiring catastrophically.

"Let me show you, kit," the warmth whispered, and suddenly Naruto's mind filled with fragments of that night - golden hair shining in moonlight, and a terrifying spectral figure wielding a blade that cut through more than flesh.

The emotions these glimpses evoked were real, making Naruto's next words carry genuine weight.

"I remember..." his voice shook with true confusion and pain, guided by his tenant's careful prompting. "Golden hair, bright like the sun. And behind him... something terrible. Something that wasn't alive but wasn't dead..."

The Third's face paled as Naruto's words carried echoes of that forbidden technique, knowledge that should be sealed away.

"Share what I show you," the warmth encouraged. "Let them hear their failure in your voice."

"The blade," Naruto continued, tears falling freely now as Kurama fed him fragments of that night. "It cut through everything. Through power. Through soul. And then darkness..."

The ANBU shifted uncomfortably as their Hokage's expression grew more stricken. These weren't just delusions - these were real memories of the sealing, memories that should be completely inaccessible to its young host.

"Sealed away," Naruto's voice cracked, drawing from both Kurama's memories and his own pain. "Alone in the dark, hearing their hatred through the walls of my cage..."

The red chakra pulsed with each word, responding to the genuine emotions these shared memories evoked until suddenly it dispersed and Naruto's eyes rolled into his head, having fainted.

"Sleep kit, it will make it more convincing..." Were the last words he heard.

"Oh, Naruto," the Third whispered, his voice heavy with guilt as he looked down on the fallen boy. "What have we done to you?"

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(Author note: Hello everyone! I hope you all liked this chapter!

How did you find Kurama's idea, and him guiding Naruto's words and emotions so that it would be so real, that even they don't doubt it to be a scheme.

I basically had this idea after thinking of what if Naruto was like Gaara, but in this case, not, but more a scheme.

It gives a lot of leeway to use Kurama's power more, with an explanation.

It will though drag people to Naruto, Tenzo, Jiraiya, but, Kurama has his plans.

After all, he isn't only Yang here.

He is complete, just half amount in chakra, but far more potent in power.

That's all I'm gonna say.

See you all later,

Bye!)