There are seven known jinchuuriki we learned little or nothing of outside of name and appearance: Yugito, Yagura, Roshi, Han, Utakata, Fu, and Mito. So, I've decided to do pieces for all of them, following their lives as best I can, from the sealing to their deaths, and most of the between. Expect timeskips, a few years at most. First up: Yugito, the Two Tails. Enjoy. c:

Disclaimer: Don't you think there would've been more on the jinchuuriki if I owned Naruto?

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Ni'i Yugito is barely two when she becomes the jinchuuriki of the Two-Tailed Beast. It's the last day of July, a week after her second birthday, when it escapes from the seal that had previously caged it in the last jinchuuriki. Her parents die in the three-day battle against it; that, in part, is why she is chosen. After all, they were her only living relatives, and there was nobody else to fight for her.

It is a day of both mourning and celebration when the seal is complete, trapping the beast inside her, kept in by a black seal across her left shoulder. They mourned for those who had died in the battle; celebrated that it was over, that there was a new jinchuuriki; and, as is normal, began to hate the small, sleeping child that was, to them, the embodiment of the Two-Tails.

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At seven, she has been the host for five years; a solid block of being shunned by the village. She lives in the Raikage's compound, and is trained by experts in ninjutsu and taijutsu; she's unable to do genjutsu due to the Tailed Beast chakra that flows next to hers. She also trains on her own; after all, there is no one to teach her to control the powers of the beast she hosts. The other jinchuuriki are dead, and anyone who might have been able to help is long gone. She is on her own, in many ways.

There are only a few who do not completely avoid her when possible: the Raikage constantly keeps an eye on her and has taught her a few jutsus besides; there's also his adoptive brother, known as Bee. It had taken her a while before she'd finally discovered why he wasn't like the rest of the village; she'd puzzled over it for months before the Two Tails had provided the answer.

"He's like you," it had murmured, awakened from where it normally slumbered in the back of her mind. "He hosts the Eight-Tailed Beast within him."

She'd been amazed on that occasion, for two reasons. She'd never realized that there was another jinchuuriki in the village, and it is nice to know, in a sick, sick way, that someone else shares, at least partly, her pain.

Yugito had also been surprised that the Two Tails had spoken to her. It normally remained dormant, asleep; sometimes, if she could ignore the presence at the back of her mind, she could almost pretend she was normal.

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She is ten when the Two Tails speaks to her again. It had been silent since revealing that Bee was a jinchuuriki as well. She'd been taking a break from training, reading a scroll, when she felt a tapping of sorts in her mind. She'd closed her eyes and focused, and the cat, made of swirling black and blue, had appeared, trapped behind bars of black fire, patterned the same way as her seal was.

"It is time we talked, Yugito." It prowls, back and forth, forward and backward, in the small space behind the bars. "It's been eight long years since I was sealed into you; I feel that it is time you learned more."

She'd been petrified, stuck to the spot; what exactly was it one said in response to that? Thankfully, the cat didn't seem to need any sort of answer.

"I've watched from inside your mind; I see them shun you for being my container, and I feel your pain, though it is duller than what you experience. I watch you struggle to control my chakra, as the others have done before you.

"I can help you with it, if you'll let me."

She's finally found her backbone, however shaky it is. "And what would that entail? I won't let you free."

It laughs, in an odd, demented way. "No, I suppose you wouldn't. I wouldn't need you to set me free; all you need to do is listen."

She considers this for a moment; it would be nice to have a way to control the power. And listening, she supposes, can't hurt. "Alright. Tell me everything you can."

The fire cat smiles.

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At thirteen, she is a jonin already, close to joining Kumogakure's ANBU. What she'd learned from the Two Tails—Matatabi, she remembers—has helped, immensely. She's strong, with the powers of the Two Tails at hand, though she tries not to use it if she doesn't have to. She doesn't want it to become a crutch; Yugito wants to be famous for being her, not just the jinchuuriki of Matatabi.

There's only two times she's really used the powers granted to her: once, when she was ambushed by several missing-nin on her way back from a mission; the other time she'd been in the field, fighting (this was war, after all), bandaging her leg after a particularly draining fight, and an enemy shinobi had come upon her. She'd burned him to a crisp with Matatabi's black flames.

It's satisfying, really, knowing the reputation she held was because of her, not her status as host. Nobody knows she's come to terms with Matatabi, so that's another reason she tries not to use the power; knowing the village, it would most likely start a wave of terror. Best to just keep it silent until necessary.

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When she's eighteen, the war is finally over. Peace has settled; as much as it can, anyways, in a world like this.

She's been a member of the ANBU for four years, now; it's nice having a mask to hide her face, as it helps keep down the general panic when she's seen. It's refreshing, not having people's faces turn stony.

She and Matatabi are still on good terms, too. It's not uncommon for her to hear sarcastic comments in the back of her mind. For instance, there was the day she'd received her ANBU mask—a cat, of all things. She's sure it was meant to refer to the demon inside her; it's common knowledge among those old enough to remember the attack that Matatabi is a cat.

The Two Tails had snorted in derision, and she'd ignored it; she hadn't said anything—she was ANBU now, emotionless—but once she'd left, she'd leaned against the side of a building and laughed until she was breathless. Things like that hadn't bothered her for years; she was too used to it to care anymore.

The other memorable time Matatabi had made a comment was when Bee returned from a long-term mission rapping, of all things. The cat's laughter had echoed all around her mind, and if she hadn't been on guard duty, she would have joined in happily. It's ludicrous, and she'd have given a lot to see the Raikage's face the first time he'd heard it. She'd heard his reaction, along with the rest of the village—he'd yelled, loud, and attempted to punch Bee; he'd missed, creating a hole in the wall of his office.

She'd not been able to help it—she'd burst out laughing then, sliding down the wall she had leaned against.

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Eleven years later, at twenty-nine, the Akatsuki come for her.

If she's honest, she's expected this. Several other jinchuuriki have fallen to them; they seem to be killing off the jinchuuriki, one by one. She's not sure how, since Tailed Beasts can normally keep their hosts alive, pulling them from the edge of death. She supposes, if she loses, she'll find out.

It's two men, both in black cloaks patterned with red clouds; one is silent, brooding, with a mask covering his face; the other is loud, young, with pale skin and hair, eyes a mix of violet and red, and a pendant swinging about his neck. She leads them to an abandoned sewer, with water still flowing through. She's planned this; there are exploding tags on every entrance, and she activates them the second they're all inside. They're trapped, now.

Her last spoken words are that they will never take her.

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In the end, they do; she'd transformed into Matatabi, just after trapping them, but somehow they had managed to overpower her. She discovers, after, that they aren't simply killing off jinchuuriki; they are extracting the Tailed Beasts, for whatever purpose.

It's a three-day process, giving her plenty of time to think. Her last thought is directed toward Matatabi, whether the cat can hear her or not.

Thank you, for everything. I'm sorry it ended this way.