Authors Note:
Lol, umm... this is only my second story I have ever written, so please be a little nice, at the very least. I just couldn't resist trying to contribute to this pairing. Emphasis on trying.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or the show Naruto as a whole. We all know who that belongs to! I only own this plot... no matter how much that pains me to say...
Enjoy!
Prologue:
The wind flowed softly through the emerald tree leaves and the sky shown powdered-blue, dusted with fluffy, white clouds. Many different kinds of birds were flying and singing peacefully. The temperature was perfect, the kind of I-could-wear-a-sweater-if-I-really-wanted-too-but-if-I-don't-I-won't-freeze-and-I-will-still-be-comfortable weather. Yup, it was the classic example of a perfect day. The location of said "perfect day"? The forests outside of the village of Konohagakure, a.k.a Konoha.
Yup, absolutely perfect.
Nothing wrong at all.
Everything was totally normal.
The peaceful clearing, the healthy grass, a fox that was lying in the clearing, the blood soaking the ground...
Wait...
What?
Ok, so maybe this day wasn't so perfect.
The legs of the small crimson fox were dripping with blood from wounds caused by, what appeared to be, a hunters trap. It's tiny chest moved weakly up and down, trying to keep much needed oxygen flowing throughout it's body. Deep gold, maroon flecked eyes flickered and it's nose twitched as the fox caught a new scent on the wind. Black tipped ears folded back and the small body began trying to stand, it's attempts pathetic. Still, the animal kept on trying, causing more blood to seep onto the ground.
"Easy there Fox-san," a masculine voice soothed gently, "If you move like that, your wounds will get worse."
The fox stiffened, raising it's hackles, and growled deeply at the human. The warning abruptly halted as a warm hand smoothed some of the hair on it's back. Another hand, cautiously, came in front of the fox's face. The hand was a soft peach color, calloused and scared from years of fighting. The limb was moved even closed to his muzzle.
"You see now Fox-san," you could hear the voice smiling, "I won't hurt you. Please, let me treat your wounds."
The fox scrutinized the hand for a moment and then pressed his nose into it, taking a whiff of the humans smell. What it did to him was unexpected. The man smelled of freshly grown leaves and sun beams. It was the most beautiful smell that the fox had ever come across. It strengthened protective instincts out of him that had never been this pronounced, but, it also called him to relax, to place his trust in the man. The creature moved it's neck and layed it's head upon the outstretched limb. Feeling a wave of peace, the fox rested his nine tails and closed his eyes, falling into a much needed slumber.
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