That Which Belonged to Him
By Kontradiction
Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto. Nope, not mine.
He ran under the full moon, dark bars of trees race past, silver light pulsing as fast as his heart. Sandaled feet digging deep into musty leaf litter, carving, pushing, launching further with each furious pass. He ran forwards, loping strides carrying him deeper into enemy territory.
They had crept into his home/den/. They'd touched what was his/mine/! And then they'd taken it, stole off into the night like thieves/scavengers/.
Closer and closer… It had been a long time since he'd smelt that thing that was his; but he knew as soon as the scent caught his attention. The wild hunt halting, paused to breath deep, taking that smell in down to the darkest depths of his soul. Hot and familiar, a living warmth that never cooled.
It was hours old, but so ingrained in the area that every tree, weed, and blade of wild grass exhaled with it. Sweat, blood and other fluids has slowly been sipped by these plants, smelling so strongly of what was his.
It was his! Every tiny slip of green was his! Slowly he circled the area, pushing his chest into scarred trunks; the underside of his jaw bared, brushing foliage and weak stems. With a purposeful air he tumbled onto the long grass, rolling and rubbing and grinding.
/Mine/
He left the clearing, broken stems bleeding its scent, heady and powerful. His now.
He ran. Closer and closer…
A/N: REALLY REALLY short drabble here… . obviously about Naruto and Kuubi. I'm probably going to write a second bit with Sasuke in Oto getting a little visitor… If I feel like it.