The Predators; The Predator's Little Game

Bitterness of Betrayel

//A:N// Y-Y no one is reading this story anymore U_U comment moda fuckas or suffer Naru's wrath. On a separate and more serious note, this chapter is going to (hopefully) explain a few things. This story is not supposed to be only about blood and gore (though I do love those chapters💙) and I have been planning on making this story a bunch of sequels, this is my main story and it does crossover with multiple other fandoms, though I might just continue this one a bunch with a few sequels equally long when this one gets too long for my taste. I am still doing my other fics though, I just wanted to let you guys know. NOW ENJOY!!

Naruto smiled brightly as he thought of what had just happened. One of his best friends could eventually join them, though it wouldn't happen for a few years or so due to a few issues. The biggest one is the fact that Kurama needed to agree with the new arrival but other then that the other issues were all about storage and supplies issues. This thought brought him back to what his adoptive mother had just decreed, Konoha had supplied them with as much as they could. The predators did know not to deplete the village of its population, and they had already gone a bit overboard already on its people. No, the village was used up to its limit for now. It was time to find other resources for them all. Kurama was currently busy with the exits and entrances to the Burrow, she decided that converting almost all of them into portals would be the best decision after the events that caused their downfall. Visitors would not be aloud to roam freely, visitors could no longer mingle with their kin, visitors were no longer allowed. Naruto furrowed his brow as he read over his kind's history a bit more and felt a new wave of hate form in the pit of his stomach. Visitors must be killed on sight now, anyone who comes without their knowledge or without them allowing it were no longer visitors; they were enemies meant to be killed. The Predators learned from their past mistakes and refuse to let them happen again. Naruto glared at the content of the most recent page again before making a huffing noise and slamming it shut, putting it back on the shelf before leaving the archives.

"I guess I should go help out with the construction..." he thought to himself before feeling an angry growl from his stomachs. He patted his empty stomach before sighing and leaving to help his kin.

~With Kurama~

Kurama twitched as she felt a pang of hunger from one of her many kits and sighed. She herself didn't have the hunger of live flesh, that was one of the major benefits of being a Demon Lord, but she always knew when her children hungered. Until they were stabilized, until their HOME was stabilized, her children would have to feed on the living to quench's their hunger. She had to fuse her energy with the maze like den, every single rock would eventually be a part of her, and she had to sink the portals to her as well.

"I also need to strengthen the mental connection between my children and me." She said aloud to herself. Normally she would be able to satisfy their hunger but for now she had to focus her energies on their once great home. She hated putting her kits through this, and she hated the people that did this to them even more. She let out a growl but realized that she wasn't alone, she still had some workers fixing the old portals and adding new ones nearby.

"Is something wrong Malady?" A dark brown creature asked. She was some mix of a wolf and a cat, her form was slender but had most of the large-cat-family-muscles and probably did a better job of climbing then running. Her fur had light green highlights that reminded Kurama of an average cat and her eyes seemed to glow slightly.

"No, nothing is wrong. I was just thinking of something." She said reassuringly. It wasn't anything new to her to be called something like that by her kits, most of them didn't call her mom or Kaasan after all. Though this particular creature didn't seem to be one of her adoptive children, this one seemed to be from one of the other tailed beast's clans, the Second Clan. 'That's right' Kurama thought to herself 'my younger sister lent us some helpers to assist the restoration of our home.' She realized

"Well it would be wise to direct your attention towards the current gap between worlds, you would not wish for it to spread in ways unwanted, would you?" She said, Kurama nodded and directed her attention towards the many portals currently being opened, a decent number of them couldn't travel through dimensions without help after all but still wanted to go out every now and then for various reasons. What kind of ruler would she be if she wasn't able to provide that at the very least? She kept her focus on the energy that flowed through her every fiber and tried to ignore the pang of guilt whenever she felt the hunger of her kin. She needed to focus on the portals, she needed to fix their home, and she refused to acknowledge the warm fulfillment of her own energy that resided in her stomach. Once she was done with this, she could return to her normal duties and take revenge on those that betrayed her, that betrayed them all.

~With Ed~

Ed gave a sigh as his stomachs growled hungrily. He wasn't in the Burrow right now, he had finished his work for the rest of the week and had decided to take a look at how things were going in his original dimension. He looked at the grass beneath him and took in its every difference with the grass of other worlds. He crouched down and felt the bright green plants for a few moments before standing up again and moving toward the dirt rode. His hood was pulled up and shadowed his face, no one would be able to tell it was him. It wasn't his usual red jacket, that thing was too noticeable for the moment and would track unwanted attention from his old peers, this one was a tan an a bit scratchy. It was not something that his old friends would ever see him in but here he is, wearing a scratchy jacket that made him look like a homeless freeloader(no offense to them) it was simple, easy disguise. He walked to the tarnished remains of his old house and looked at it, staring emptily at the once beautiful and homey house. When he was younger, he and his brother had burnt it to nothingness as a sign of their commitment. He had committed his every breathing, waking, conscious monument to trying to fix them both. His clenched his hands into tight fists. He did everything to him.

'I gave up my childhood for him, gave up my freedom for him, became a fucking dog on a chain for him, pretended to be human for him.' He thought bitterly, a small bit of blood leaking from the broken skin where his claws had torn through "And I was betrayed by him"