Baby successfully takes over Naruto

Baby's silver essence erupted into Naruto's the curse seal—an old, dormant scar now a gateway for possession.

The silver tendrils burrowed into the seal with a cold, invasive slither, and Naruto’s body jolted upright, his blue eyes widening as the parasite flooded his system. His chakra flared wildly, the Nine-Tails’ red-orange aura clashing with the silvery threads weaving through his veins, and he collapsed again, thrashing against the stone as Baby’s will clawed deeper. “Get—out!” he roared, his voice fracturing, his hands clawing at his chest as if he could rip the invader free. Inside his mind, the world shifted—a vast, dripping cavern materialized, the seal’s inner sanctum, where Kurama loomed, his massive form chained yet bristling with fury, nine tails lashing as his red eyes narrowed.

Baby appeared before him, his silver silhouette solidifying into his evolved Tuffle form—tall, sleek, with red-silver eyes glinting like twin stars and a whip-like tail swaying behind. “Well, well, the mighty Nine-Tails,” he purred, his voice a velvet taunt echoing through the void. “You’ll do nicely.” Kurama roared, his claws swiping at Baby, shaking the cavern with primal rage. “You think I’ll submit to you, parasite?!” he snarled, his chakra whipping violently around him. But Baby’s laughter drowned him out, dark and triumphant. “Submit? No—that’s for the weak. I don’t need your permission.” Tendrils of silver shot forward, piercing Kurama’s massive body like barbed hooks, sinking into his fur, wrapping around his chakra, and dragging it into Baby’s control.

Kurama howled, thrashing against the chains, his fiery red essence twisting, corrupting with streaks of silver as Baby’s power overtook him. “Naruto!” he bellowed, his voice a **** roar, but his red eyes flickered, then blazed with a corrupted sheen, no longer his own. Naruto stumbled back in the void, horror gripping his chest. “Kurama—fight him!” he shouted, his voice echoing uselessly as the seal on his stomach pulsed wildly, its inscriptions distorting with a sickening silver glow before shattering entirely. A violent, burning pressure wrapped around his soul, clawing deep, and he screamed—both within and without.

Outside, Naruto’s body convulsed violently, his fingers digging into the dirt as his chakra exploded in uncontrollable waves, a twisted amalgam of Kurama’s might and Baby’s dominion. Silver veins pulsed beneath his skin, his blonde hair lightening with streaks of white, his form shifting, evolving under the possession. Hinata stumbled forward, her Byakugan blazing through tears, her scream piercing the air. “Naruto, fight him! You’re stronger than this—please, don’t let him take you!” Her hands hovered, trembling, useless as the infected thralls—Sakura, Tsunade, Shikamaru—watched with unblinking red gazes, their kunai poised, blood dripping in silent devotion.

Naruto’s body arched back, a howl of agony erupting from his throat as his once-bright blue eyes flickered, struggling against the invasion—blue, then red, then blue again—before settling into a molten crimson, the final mark of his enslavement. His thrashing slowed, his limbs stilled, and the wind went silent. Hinata took a shaky step forward, her breath ragged. “Naruto…?” Slowly, he lifted his head, and the man she loved was gone. A slow, dangerous smirk curved his lips, not his own, and a low, dark laugh rumbled from his chest—triumphant, chilling. “Finally,” Baby’s voice purred through Naruto’s throat, a velvety promise of ruin. “Too late, my sweet,” he added, turning to fix Hinata with a grin that wasn’t Naruto’s, his crimson gaze glinting with absolute victory as the village’s last hope crumbled in her anguished sight, the world now his to claim.

The air quaked, saturated with a raw, untamed **** that pressed against the crumbling walls of the Hokage’s Tower. The structure groaned under the strain of the power surging from Naruto—no, not Naruto anymore—Baby. Fully merged with the shinobi’s soul and Kurama’s boundless chakra, he ascended into his final form. A monstrous silhouette loomed briefly over the shattered village, silver fur glinting under the fractured moonlight, Kurama’s whip-like tails slashing through the sky, warping the very fabric of reality. Then, with a shuddering contraction, the beast collapsed inward, reshaping into something humanoid yet divine—Naruto’s body, now Baby’s vessel, radiating a sickly golden-crimson glow. His silver-streaked hair whipped wildly, his whisker marks darkened to black, his eyes molten pools of red and silver, a predator’s grace etched into every muscle beneath a pulsing, bio-organic sheen of silver and black.

Waves of chakra erupted from him, a tempest of power that blasted across the tower, hurling debris into the night and forcing the infected—Sakura, Tsunade, Shikamaru—to their knees, their red eyes gleaming with reverence as they bowed deeper. The air thickened with ozone, burnt earth, and the metallic tang of blood still dripping from their throats.