Drace:: well... I know i was gonna work on "sometimes you're the shark" or maybe even "fox trail"... but darn it! blame the AMVs! they showed a whole bunch of narutos and sasukes and i was all like ooooh prett, and then my muse went..."WRITE!" and wacked me over head with an idea. a craze i don't think anyone else has tried it before one... so... yeah. Let me know if it looks kinda good. please? oh, and the writing style is a bit werid for the prolog here.. lol. enjoy! ...or not.

Summon

With wide eyes, the young academy students entered the mystic scroll shop that laid cosy between the ramen stall to the right, and the silk stall on the left. The ceiling covered with swaths of embroidered cloths depicting unearthly creatures. From lights and windows hung dangling charms of paper, beads and stone. The floor having scrolls sprawling out and peeking out from within their bindings. The shelves lining the walls, so full and disorderly stocked with paper, scroll, inks and tags. Incense burning softly, giving the rooms smokey mists of mint scent. It was at once, both magical and frightening.

"Don't just stand around gawking! We can't keep Madame Hotaru waiting! To the back room! Yuki don't touch that! Kai put that back where you found it! Getsudo!" the sensei juggled the order of his young charges, slowly but surely herding them into the drawing room set in back.

Waiting in the room, safely wrapped in woolen blankets sat Madame Hotaru. Her eyes watching the young hands touch the scrolls in innocent wonder and awe. A knowing smile slipping upon her lips as she noted eyes lingering, hands reluctant to pull away.

The students, finally settling onto the small pillows in the room, gave her a chance to welcome them and begin what she was to do this day. The sensei giving a small nod and sitting off to one side of the room in case she needed help.

"Well... welcome to my Scroll shop. You are wondering why you're here I would imagine. Well, it has to do with scrolls, but not just any type of scrolls... oh, no no, not just any type at all..." and as she started, she began to tell the tale. Small eyes rapt with attention as she wove out the tale, a tale that seemed so doomed to the little ones listening... but, let's not get ahead of the story! And so it goes... ... ...

Once, not long ago, or upon a time, but once, once there was a clan that lived in the village Konohagakure. This clan was one of many of the shinobi clans, and like all clans, had it's own special secrets to keep.

This clan wasn't so well know for any bloodline limit, nor physical oddities. But for two scrolls that their great great great... well, no one really remembers where or how far back exactly it was, but the point was that the scrolls were a symbol of the clan.

These scrolls, if you were to look upon them, were nothing of great importance; seemingly. Once was black with a white rope cord keeping it closed. The other white with a black rope cord keeping it closed. Neither were very large, or small. Just about the size of a kunai tip to tip. However, these were not just a pair of jitsu scrolls. These were summon scrolls. Contracts to animal beasts that would come and aid the summoner in battle.

For many generations of the clan, the two scrolls had stayed together, side by side in a cherry wood box lined in soft green velvet. It wasn't until one of the heirs of the clan married into another clan, that the scrolls were split. One going with the heir, one staying with the other clan heir. This was... alright.

It was on a dark night, in the very year that the great fire and water war would occur, that the clan in which the heir and scroll had go to, was massacred. The scroll stolen from the village and carried far away past trees, sand, rocks and a great valley rifted by waterfall. The white scroll with black bindings, now gone from Konoha.

The other scroll, remained in Konoha. The clan which held it however, was slain slowly but surely as the war raged. Soon, the black scroll lay abandoned in it's half cracked case. Left to rot by neglect, mistreatment and damage.

This left both scrolls in opposing hands, miles upon miles apart. This, was a very sad thing.

The two scrolls had been made, and meant to always, always! remain together. There was a balance of speed and intelligence, against that of endurance and cunning. Yet, the two could be separated... it was only that the problem came, or would come, when the two went mad from the ache and loss of the missing half.

One scroll stolen away by greedy hand into a snake pit of lies, death and decay. The other left to weather, mold and disintergrate.

It seemed, that the days of the summon foxes and summon leopards were numbered only in tears.

THIS WASN'T BETA-ED!! I DON'T HAVE ONE! i did but i think she broke. so... yeah. there will be spelling errors, (sorry) and the way the sentences are written will be horrid (sorry) and I'm not sure anything will make sense because my bloody muse get ideas at 4 in the moring and I forget things if i don't put it down right away so it might be werid.(sorry).

REVIEW!! i kinda wanna know what you guys think about it. go with it? bury it? burn it? thanks for reading!