I groan and slowly stand up whilst stretching myself like a cat. It takes a full minute for me to finally glance around me and for my memories to come crashing back into me, making me fall down whilst hugging my knees, tears threatening to fall down.

I was currently residing in essentially the same prison that the fox was locked inside of. Our only difference is that I had no chains on me, but those cursed gates are the exact same. I immediately shot forward and punched the iron bars, only to immediately rocoil whilst rubbing my first. It hurts. These are not something I can break unfortunately, which should be obvious considering they're kept there by fucking God.

I slowly begin to sob silently and try to hide in the furthest corner in the room whilst hugging myself and wrapping my wings around me like blankets. Memories slowly trickle back in place, reminding me once more of why I am currently sealed.

After Itachi finished speaking, my body froze. No, It was not intentional, it was forced. Soon, ninjas appeared all around me and got in a formation with Itachi leading them. Soon, the Hokage and a couple of other ninjas, none from the main cast, joined them. 

I frantically tried to free myself, but I couldn't even muster 1% of my strenght. It didn't take long for them to do their stupid sealy thing which I have no idea how it works and trap me somewhere. I never figured out where as I lost consciousness the moment I was 'sealed'. 

I had a really, really hard time believing this was happening. I mean, if fucking Itachi couldn't even use his sharingan on me, how could seals work!? I call bullshit internally, but by now I know why it worked and why I'm here. It doesn't lessen my anger a bit though, only redirects it.

I then remember suddently finding myself in a pure white room, just like when I met god. Which was exactly what happened, as she appeared after a minute or so.

The conversation went something along the lines of:

"Hahaha! It was fun reinacting your trauma! How does it feel to be locked up once again!" 

"... Why..."

"U-uh... That's because I'm the True God! I'm mean and evil!" She said with mixed expressions on her face. What a trickster.

"... You're not tricking me. Poor idea to use my boyf... that guy's same method to make me hate you. Besides, you're a horrible liar. I still hate you though, so congrats. Now what's the real reason?" I simply monotoned with a deadpan face.

She cringed visibly and lowered her gaze. Jeez, now we have a shy and crappy god. Great! And if she can read my mind then it's even better. Which she can, considering her horrified look.

"T-that's not true! I'm not s-shy! I'm just inexperienced!" I raised my eyebrow at her before once again deadpanning "You're telling me the True God is 'inexperienced' with dealing with mort... non-deities?"

She sighed and waved her hand, transforming the pure-white space into a victorian-era room. She sat on a sofa and motioned for me to go and sit near her. 

I just crossed my hands and glared at her. She once again sighed and mumbled something even I couldn't catch before I suddently found myself next to her on the sofa. "It's not okay to disobey a god, especially me you know~... Please don't look at me like that... it hurts my heart..."

I stop trying to kill her with my glare and instead shuffle away from her on the couch, my tails waving threatengly at her. She smiles awkwardly and we simply stand there for quite a while until I break the ice.

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"So... I can assume it was you who allowed me to get sealed. I'm no Naruto expert, but considering I did live there for a while, I do know that only beings made purely of chakra can get sealed like that. What's going on? And once again, why did you do this!?"

Her smile drops and she looks down in a rather suspicious manner. I narrow my eyes and simply wait. 

It takes her a full 5 minutes to decide on what to say. "Well your body is made of something like pure energy and... I didn't really think my little act would work, but it... was worth a shot... as for the other, I... I just thought that maybe you could finally... I don't know... make a friend?" She says and glances at me, only to freeze upon seeing my expression. Naturally, it's one of pure anger.

"Yes, of course. It's a genius idea. Lock someone up, especially someone with a trauma over slavery, just to make a friend. Yes, I can totally see it working." I simply say, no sarcasm at all. Totally none.  <---- (sarcasm)

"OF COURSE IT'S NOT GONNA WORK YOU FUCKING RETARD!" I scream out after a moment of silence. "Just because you're a fucking god doesn't mean you can fuck me over! If you want to, kill me! I had  barely regained a will to live, and now you lock me up again!? Do you enjoy seeing me suffer??" I wanted to say more, but I don't want to be a hypocrite. I'm a horrible person too, so I can't really judge her. Even now I probably said too much, but I don't care. If she kills me, I'd be happy. No, I probably should beg her to kill me.

She looks at me with a mix of guilt, sadness and anger. The last is expected, but the former two are not. "L-look, I'm sorry! I messed up, okay!? I would have helped you in other ways, but I already had to pay a fortune to make this kind of intervention!"

"Then why did you make one at all!? I'm grateful for what you did, but why do you even bother with me now?? Actually, why did you help me in the first place!?"

Her mouth closed shut immediately, and she took a hard expression on her face. I just stayed silent whilst glaring daggers at her.

"Well... You see, I'm sure you realized by now that it's kinda hard to kill you, right?" I just silently nod "Yeah, so... It's not really hard... It's just impossible." 

I stay silent for a good couple minutes before asking "You mean even you can't kill me?" She shakes her head and gives me a small smile "Fortunately, no. You'd just reappear somewhere in the universe even if I destroyed your soul, which just the act of damaging it is nigh impossible for even most gods." I slowly raise my nails to my throat "Even for me it's a mistery to how you ended up like this. I suspect there is an even higher power involved {Author snickers}, but I can't prove it..." She trails off as she sees me lopping my own head off, only for it to dissolve and regrow back where it was.

We stare at each other for a couple seconds before I once again try to decapitate myself, but was stopped by a screaming God. "No! Stop that!" She shouted, to which I simply grit my teeth and tried to move my damned hand whom was stopped by her divine power or some bullshit.

"Just why do you even care if try to kill myself!? Oh, I see. You want to try and research me to obtain my immortality. I'm not against it, but first try to fucking kill me."

"No! That's not... That's not what I meant! I-I was just trying to make small talk!" She says in her own defense, but I simply shoot back "Yes, real nice small talk. Now you destroyed all my hopes for eternal rest, real thanks."

She flinches and looks down whilst I coil in a small ball and simply stay there, eyes unfocused. We stay like that for quite a while, but I'm not really sure as I kinda zoomed out there. 

"I'm sorry... I-I just thought that you could make friends with the girl you're in... A-anyway, it's not really that guy's fault for doing this! I was manipulating him, so maybe you could forgive him? Now that I stopped, he's probably feeling like shit." 

She looks at me but I don't even bother to look back. Or I try to, at least, since I do sneak a peek at her. 

I sigh silently and repress the tears threatening to fall. I'm such a crybaby after all. "Why do you even bother with me..." I mumble, and she visibly perks up a bit for some reason.

"Uh... well... y-you're actually my son... or daughter now I guess...?" 

Silence reigns over us for a full minute, and it probably takes even longer for me to register what she just said in my head. I think she said something, but I couldn't be sure since I had fainted.

When I woke up, I was trapped in this prison. I had suspected something like this would've happened whilst I was talking with god, but talking about and the real thing are very different. One's theoretical and the other is practical. Practice makes perfect, but it also ruins. 

Thus, I simply stayed in the corner, all alone whilst hugging myself and crying. I tried to sing a lullaby to myself, but it only made me more depressed. 

Life is truly a horrible thing...