Prologue

A/N: This is the first time that I'm showing my work to the public, so please be gentle. I don't like flames, but some constructive criticism will be appreciated.

Here are the meanings of the Japanese words:

Bisuto- beast

Tsukai- tamer

Yajuu- beast, monster, wild animal

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, but the plot and OC's of this story IS MINE!

Prologue

He heard the approaching footsteps of men and looking out of his bedroom window, he saw dozens of flickering lights coming closer among the trees. He heard his father and mother talking to someone in the front of the house. A small knock at his door took his attention and turning around he saw his brother. "Hey Bisuto, we're going for a little walk," he said as he was packing some clothes for his little brother. "Where are we going?" The child asked excitedly.

His brother would always make their walks fun by turning them into some sort of game. Sometimes his brother would hide and then Bisuto's friends would help in finding him. Other times he would have to run with his brother chasing him. His favourite game was ninja where they would 'attack' each other and his brother also helped him turn into his friends.

"We are going to visit some of your friends, but you have to be real quiet, okay?" The boy nodded and whispered, "Okay," to show him how quiet he would be then followed him. They first went to the older boy's room where he took an already packed bag from his closet along with his ninja gear. When they reached the hall, he showed his little brother to wait. After making sure that the child wasn't following him, he went to look into the living room. Seeing that the intruder's back was turned, he gave his parents the signal that they were ready and leaving. He received the go ahead, but stayed for only a few more seconds to imprint the picture of his smiling mother and silent father in his mind. It took all he had not to run out and hug them. They all knew what was coming and that the chances of seeing each other again after tonight was slim, if not nonexistent. He was reluctant to leave, but he could see that the small child was becoming impatient. From there on they headed straight for the kitchen. He quickly stuffed as much travelling food in their respective bags as possible. He even included some of the boy's favourite snacks for on the way.

There was the sudden sound of chirping birds and a crash. The child started to leave, but was caught just in time. "Whoa there Little Tsukai," the boy looked up at him, "but-" "Your friends are waiting for you." That stopped him short. Then another louder crash could be heard, making the teenager jump into action once more. He quickly moved the small food cabinet at the back of the pantry away to reveal a square trapdoor underneath. Just as he lifted it a whistle resonated through the house. He ignored the child's objections as he dropped him into the smooth entrance tunnel of the underground escape route. There was no doubt that that was the enemy's signal for attack. As if on queue his mother burst through the kitchen door, "Hurry, get Bisuto out-"she was cut of by three senbon needles to her back. The ninja responsible could be seen as she fell to her knees. The boy saw his father taking the man down just before he went down the hole as well.

"Go, Bisuto. GO!" he shouted when he saw the boy was still standing there. Fear had thoroughly taken over by now so the boy ran as fast he could into the near darkness. The older teen was preparing an Earth Jutsu to block the entrance, but there were sudden noises coming from the tunnel from which they just came. "Shoot, I wasn't fast enough," it was however with great relief that he saw that it was only his father. "Quick, son, seal the tunnel. He's right behind me!" He did just that then they started running after the child. They caught up to the boy and could tell that he was having a hard time. He was panting heavily and stumbling along the roughly hewn tunnel using the side for support. The man scooped him up and placed the child on his back, "its okay Bisuto, you can rest now." Of course he did all this without losing his pace. There was rumbling and shouts behind them, a clear sign that the obstruction hadn't held. If possible the two ran even faster. They'd be able to get away if they could just reach the exit…

The boy looked around from his father's shoulder to see three men coming towards them. He tugged his father's sleeve, "Daddy! They're following us!" He didn't slow down in the least.

"Give it up! Just hand the yajuu over already and I promise we'll leave you and your son alone," a man with bloody lines on his left cheek shouted. "Do you expect me to believe that after you killed my wife," the man carrying the boy shouted back, looking slightly over his shoulder. "No, but you answering gave me enough time to do this," he said it as he threw a kunai at the running man. It embedded itself in his left calf which made him cry out from the pain and fall, causing the child to lose his grip and tumble down.

His brother snatched him up, only to put him down again a short distance away, "Bisuto you have to get out of here. Go to those wolf friends of yours. And remember, now matter what, you'll always be our Little Tsukai." There was another cry and turning around they saw their father had taken another hit.

His brother quickly left him to fight alongside their father. Seeing his son was there to cover him the man started focusing the chakra in his right hand. Just as the sparking chirping electricity appeared, one of the ninja managed to get around the teen's defences and thrust a kunai in the man's back. Paralysed with shock, the child couldn't look away, even as he saw his father fall and then his brother also went down. The teen saw him still standing there and shouted "RUN BISUTO, RUN!" before the man with the bloody mark thrust a kunai into his neck and twisted it, thus breaking the spinal cord. The boy watched as his Big Brother's eyes grew blank and unseeing. He took a few steps back, slipped and fell, scraping his hands on the rough floor.

The men were coming for him! They had murder in their eyes. As they closed in one lunged for his neck, but instinct took over and he viciously bit into the man's hand like a feral dog when it came to close, drawing blood. With a cry of pain the man violently shook him off and inspected the bloody wound. "Damn you, you little yajuu. I'll teach you not to bite people," he started kicking the boy where he lay. The other man wanted to join him but the leader stopped them, "enough, I'll end its miserable life!" The child whimpered softly while curling up into a tight ball. He was cornered with a kunai heading for his neck. Remembering his brother's fate he tried to run but was caught by the back of his shirt.

"HELP ME!"

The sheer volume of the plea caused the man to let go out of surprise and the boy took off. The leader shouted, "After him!" but they were intercepted by a mass of perhaps 20 snakes. The two men screamed when the snakes attacked, but the third avoided the onslaught and retaliated with a Wind Jutsu, blasting them away. The boy was long gone and he knew the chances of finding him again now were slim. He would just have to return and report their mission as a failure.

Through all this the boy had just kept running till he reached the exit. Once there he found a big old yew tree to hide in to avoid any more attention. Bright colours caught his eye. He wondered what was going on before finally realizing that he was watching his house burn. He couldn't find a position on his current branch that blocked out his view and no matter how he sat he could still hear the noise. He sat with his knees tucked under his chin and his hands clamped over his ears. It was so loud that he didn't realize that he was crying till he felt the warm wetness against his hands. He didn't want to move away in fear of detection. So he was forced to watch his life burn to cinders. All he could do was keep trying to stifle his sobs while he was waiting for all the people to leave, hoping that they wouldn't notice him. When he was sure they were all gone he climbed back down. As he walked among the remains, he found two pieces of his life that had miraculously survived. A photo of his family and his brother's forehead protector, though the fabric had burnt of and the metal had a few scorch marks. He quickly put the precious objects in his bag. Then, after saying one last goodbye, he turned his back on all that he had ever known and ran into the deepest, oldest part of the huge forest. He'll have to go to his other family- the wolves.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first part of my story. I can't wait to read my first reviews.

PS. I feel that I should warn the readers who are interested in the rest that I will probably only update once a month, though I'm not able to say whether it will be at the beginning, middle or end.