Koto- Final Days

This is my character Koto. She is a Naruto Oc.
She's actually the Five tailed Jinchuuriki. The Gobi, Houkou was put inside her.
If you follow Naurto you'll know that any Jinchuuriki character thats an actual Bijuu container pretty much needs to die (Be sucked dry of their demon) besides Naruto. Even before the last what, 3 bijuu where capture I realized this. Thus Koto was destined to die.

This is a telling of her final days. It was random. Please enjoy.
P.S I wanted you to see the picture, thats why I uploaded it like this.
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Koto- FINAL DAYS

Once again, a body was glowing under the moonlight. This place was like reliving the past.
Physically there, yet not.
It was once again her home, the cold cell of the hidden clouds prison for s-ranked criminals and the criminally insane.
This was her old cell too, the one she had memorized each and ever stone that jutted from the lumpy surface of the walls. Her little marks and cuts in the metal drilled into the stone were there too, just as they always been.

But now she didn’t remember anything. Nothing was familiar not even herself. Yet none of this scared her.
Her name…
Lost to whatever was left of the window outside the haunted walls of this prison.
The ability to speak, tossed aside as a waste of precious energy. Memories of faces that would randomly appear in her head was not even given a second of reflection. Why should she? They never led her anyplace, they never answered any questions.
But she had no more questions for answers to be given.

Now she lay on the cold stone floor, her collar tighter and the chain that kept her to the wall, shorter now. Her famous long white hair sprawled around her crown, cut short and unevenly. A savage kunai had stolen this odd wonder that once identified her. All that remained was a darkening silver mass that suited the body that once matched speeds with the wind and sky.

Stretched out, the cold bit into her pale flesh. But the sensation was unnoticed. Slow breathing disturbed the dust below her nose in slow puffs that made the moonlight look alive until the small particles settled beside her.

Mismatched eyes slowly blinked. The blue now hollow and the brown now murky both shown no vibrancy. Both did not acknowledge the creature inside of her. The connection to the great and wise Houkou was now lost. Severed and quite, the great beast could no longer reach her in her own mind. She had escaped so far back that not even a monster would dare enter those dark shadows.

Instead he mourns at the silver edge where light meets darkness. Hoping she will someday regain what she had and speak with him. But he knows that its over, the end is coming on feet swifter then a shinobi. He has given up his resolve and accepted it. Only regretting the woman whose body lays without reason to move, whose soul hides in the darkest part of her mind, alone.

Images appear in front of her glassy eyes, images that haunt her every single day.
A beautiful young woman, she has curls that bounce and seem like they are on fire. Her face is fresh and smooth, turning to her she smiles kindly. A man with white hair, his hair is sprawled around his shoulders. His eyes are like the night and he grins. A man with eyes he cannot use, that turn red on command. His hair is black and red and frames his face. His head turns to her and she can see the metal cover his eyes. A smile tugs at the edge of his lips. This makes her chest ache. That image never failed to make the ghost of emotion haunt her even just for a moment.

‘Why’

Someone’s feet appear behind the metal bars before her. The woman does not move, but the image is acknowledged. Many feet appear around it and the odd noise begins. The woman cannot grasp the sounds any longer, but they were sound she could once make.

Long ago her tongue was sliced from her mouth; she had no use for it. Why should it be there?

The door opened, the feet pile into the small cell. More of the bird-like sound is heard. It disturbs her and she does not wish to hear them anymore. But moving away from the sounds requires energy, and she had none. A sandaled foot comes down on her shoulder and nudges her. The pressure is heavy and causes a grunt to escape her lungs. She rocks back and force before settling as the feet leave the cell, one pair does not follow the others.

“—stay.”

She knows that command. If it was for her, then she would obey, it wasn’t as if she wasn’t staying already. But soon she realized it was not for her, it was for one of the pair of feet.

It walks around her and pulls the chain connecting her collar to the wall, free. The snapping sound of metal is sharp in her ears. She doesn’t react. The pair of feet makes a full circle before kneeling next to her. A hand touches the shoulder that was nudged with the other foot. She can feel a thumb rubbing against the skin there, followed by fingers patting the same spot.

The contact disappears and she blinks. The hand then reappears on her head. Resting there and a pregnant pause followed before the hand slowly strokes the side of her head. The manner of the individual then becomes a bit rushed as the feet become a person kneeling and shaking her shoulder. The hand now brings her face to look up. If the light was bright she would have closed her eyes, but it was dark. It was always dark.
Black hair draped in red and a metallic band covering unused eyes. Another image she figured as she blinked it away as best she could. It did not go away.

But the person continued to shake her as the mouth moved making shapes and sounds perplexing to her.

“—koto..”

She blinked. Her lips parted instinctively and the half a tongue in her mouth moved on its own but the air that pushed only brought a gurgle from her mouth.
The figure froze and the eyebrows above the band knotted. The lips of the person’s mouth turned down as his lips began to twitch

Her mouth continues to slowly move, almost by itself. She wants this person to go away, this memory, the fragment form of torment to vanish like it should. She is lifted and brought into something warm.
Groaning, she lacks the ability to fight the new position as arms are wiped around her and the cold metal band rests on her shoulder. Water leaks down her arm uncomfortably but she does not move. Blinking once she continues to only breathe. Wiggling to get away would be too much effort; the warmth that’s flowing through her is making her sleepy however.

“….Koto…” the male whispered. The tone sounded like a snake to her. She didn’t like the sounds people made.

Feet return to the cell and stand far off. Silence is the result caused by the entry. She didn’t like the sound of birds anyway. She has a better view of more then the feet however, a black cloak lined with red. A little farther up is a white swirly patch lined with red also. It’s different, and the man who cradles her is wearing it too. Finally the sound of speech is heard. She does not comprehend it at all.

“Pick it up Eksu, the Gobi is ours now. Let’s bring it to Leader-sama.”