Prologue: Meet the vixens

                                    

                                          
(Konoha: 6 years after the Kyuubi attack)
In the prospering village of konoha the kyuubi festival was in full swing and the streets were bustling with activity. 
The people were having fun at the many different stalls littered throughout the streets, people were wearing masks that resembled the late forth hokage, and most of the ninja were getting drunk like there was no tomorrow.
All around the citizens of konoha were having a wonderful time, however there was a certain section of the village that was bringing loss, mourning, but the most prominent emotions that could be felt was hatred.
Down the street running from a mob of civilians was was a young boy that looked no older than 6 years old with Sunkist spiky blond hair with ocean blue eyes. His clothes were all tattered and bloodied not hiding his malnourished form and blood was trickling down his cheeks which had 6 whisker marks, 3 on each cheek.
This boys name was Naruto Uzumaki, the (unknown to him) current vessel for the kyuubi no kitsune and he was running for his life from the angry mob of civilians. He was lucky enough to get a head start as prior to the mob he could for some reason tell how others felt about him and got out of their sight before things could escalate.
However, that was when Naruto's luck ran out because as soon as he sprinted out of the shopping district, a mob had already gathered filled with civilians and a few shinobi ready to kill the "demon brat".
Naruto didn't know how much longer he'd last as he'd been running for hours now and he was getting tired.
Naruto: (thoughts) Why do they do this to me, this happens every damn year.
Random Villager: GET BACK HERE YOU FUCKING DEMON!!!
Random Shinobi: COME ON EVERYONE, LETS FINISH WHAT THE FORTH STARTED!!!
Random Civilian: YOU KILLED MY HUSBAND YOU MONSTER!!!
The villagers shouts could be heard clear as day in Naruto's ears yet he didn't care. All he cared about was his own survival right now and continued to run for his life, hoping that the old man in the white robes or his nee-chan's would come and save him like last year.
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(Inside the seal, same time)
???: Sister we have to do something about this at this rate, he will die if we do nothing!
A female voice said sounding very worried, especially since her beloved container was in a dire situation and needed help, yet she couldn't do a thing about it.
???: And what pray tell sister, to you expect me to do about this situation, we can't do anything because of this damn seal?
Another female voice said as she attempted to weaken the seal with her corrosive chakra, only to end up on the floor in pain as the other occupant helped her to her feet. 
Woman 2: Damn you Yondaime, if it wasn't for this fucking seal restricting us then maybe we could've done some thing.
The second woman was in deep thought thinking on how she and her sister could save their shared container until she thought of something that could be very dangerous but if it worked then the benefits would surely pay off.
Woman 2: (serious) Sister I think I may have an idea but it's very risky, however, the pros far outweigh the cons are you willing to listen?
The first woman narrowed her eyes on her sister as she could already guess what her counterpart was about to suggest and she did not like it one but.
Woman 1: (Serious) You realize what your suggesting right? If we go through with this then hell never be the same again, and I don't think he'll be to happy about us tempering with his humanity?