AN: Hey, I was bored at work so I typed this up to waste some time
AN: Hey, I was bored at work so I typed this up to waste some time. There is an interesting story behind this whole thing and it would undoubtedly awe millions but I don't want to risk exploding heads because of its sheer awesome.
Also, if you guys see any grammatical or spelling errors, feel free to point them out.
A scraggly boy of about four years sat perfectly still in a dirty, grime filled alley, oddly bright eyes locked on the small mouse sniffing at an overturned rubbish bin.
The little boy edged forward delicately- bare feet and palms not even making a whisper of sound, nose twitching as he scented the air- before his mouth split in a mischievous fanged grin.
He pounced, landing neatly on the squealing mouse.
Bright blue eyes narrowed and if possible the boys grin widened. He picked up his prize and squeezed the struggling mouse in his small palm until blood bubbled from its muzzle and it stilled.
He grinned again and tucked the dead mouse into a small old ratty bag the nice old man had given him two years ago on his birthday; this one he would save for later.
He licked the blood from his dirty palms and tilted his head in thought, it was late; the perfect time to hunt for his favorite meal, and the tiny boy was trying to decide between returning to his den-- He shook his head violently and corrected himself, apartment; the old man had looked sad when he called his home that--Or sneaking into that pretty garden for a quick snack of strawberries and plump peaches.
He remembered when he had been caught with a mouthful of strawberries by a stern guard with pearl eyes and the beating he received for it, that had been the last time he visited the garden in board daylight, he had slunk back to his apartment and licked the caked blood from his arms and washed it from his face; tears in his eyes as his tooth grew back and his mouth filled with his own blood.
He nodded to himself, resolute, and slunk from the alley on silent feet, nose and ears twitching, blue eyes bright in the dark night, towards the Hyuuga clan compound.
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The wall was easy to scale and the boy quickly scrambled up and over its expanse. He crouched low and ran on his palms and the tips of his toes toward the gnarled peach tree laden with heavy fruit.
He leapt nimbly into the tree and froze, ears strained for any sound, he grinned as he heard none and quickly began plucking peaches from the tree and devouring them with relish, he had eaten five before he stopped and sniffed the air, nose and ears twitching delicately.
He plucked two more peaches from the tree and tucked them in his little bag, beside the mouse, and leaped from the tree just as a guard with pearl eyes snatched at the space he had just occupied.
He ran low to the ground towards the wall and quickly attempted to scramble over it before he was caught.
The boy wasn't fast enough; the guard caught hold of his leg as he reached the top and jerked the boy back.
"Stupid little demon, how dare you return here!" the guard glowered down at the whimpering boy and delivered two swift kicks to his side before releasing his leg.
The guard bent and reached for the boys' neck but he reacted quickly and sunk fangs into the guards forearm. Hot blood flooded his mouth and with the guards howl of rage he released his foe and scrambled over the wall and raced to his den.
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The boy never used his apartment door and would simply scramble up the wall to the window he always left unlocked. He snickered softly as he remembered the looks on the faces of those kids who tried to beat him up and chased him home thinking they had cornered him until he scaled the wall of his building and slipped into his third floor window.
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His apartment was small: just a tiny kitchen, bathroom and his own tiny bedroom; all he needed. It was cluttered with plants, potted or ones he had simply thought were pretty and had dug up and placed in a pile of dirt on his floor, piles of shiny rocks and things he thought were simply too pretty to leave to rot or rust in an alley and be forgotten tucked into corners and on the sagging shelf in his living room.
He slipped the window closed behind him and shuffled towards his wobbly kitchen table, pulling his bag over his head and placing it on the table; all too aware of the peach juice dripping from its seams.
He climb onto his lone stool and fished the crushed peach from his bag, eating it slowly and carefully licking all the juice that dripped down his palm and wrist.
When finished he fished the second peach from his bag and placed it, and his mouse, on a chipped plate and then his fridge; saving them both for his breakfast.
He liked having a mouse with his ramen.
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His bed was only a mattress piled with pillows and blankets tucked into a corner of his bedroom. When surrounded by the suffocating blankets and pillows, surrounded by warmth on every side, he felt safe from the villagers.
The people who, when they managed to catch him, would drag him away for a beating or cursed him as walked down the road. He never did anything mean to them; sure he dug up gardens, stole fruit and the occasionally shiny coin filled bag and he played mean tricks and pranks on people but he did none of that before they began showing such hate for him.
He yawned, whiskered cheeks stretching cutely and fanged mouth glinting in the waning moonlight that creped trough his bedroom window.
He wasn't really a demon fox, was he?