How long is a moment eternity?

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"Hey!" A voice like old, dry parchment, but young.

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Drip.

"Hm?" A deep, voluminous voice not-answered.

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Drip.

"How long?"

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"You know here's no time."

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Drip. "Amuse me."

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"Threehundretthousandbillion-sevenhundredandninemillion-twohundredfourtythreethousand-sevenhundredfourtynine" Drip. "...and a half."

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Drop.

"Give or take some because I slept."

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Drip.

"Was it like this every time?"

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"You know, when you -Drip-re sealed into an Jinchuuriki?"

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"You asked this question hundrets of times" Drip.", and I answered it hundrets of times. Why do-Drip-you think the answer would've changed?"

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Drip.

"When you ate someone, did you taste him?"

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"No, I have no taste."

The young voice laughed as dry as two pages of parchment moved by the wind. Drip.

"Damn brat."

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When he opened his eyes, there was only darkness around him and an red-orange glow he knew came from his belly. It couldn't pierce the perpetual gloom, but lighten it to a dark shade of brown. But he didn't need his sight to remember the chamber and its seals upon seals on its walls, ceiling and floor. Some sucked chakra, others just plain hurt him. Sometimes he saw faces, too, but he didn't remember who they were, or when, or how.

When he closed his eyes he was in the cavern again, with Kurama, the Kyuubi, the cage, the seal and the "water" he stood on.

There the orange glow came from below.

Orange.

There was a lot of orange.

He liked orange.

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He was hungry.


And the usual: Naruto ain't mine, just the idea for this story.