Author's Note: IF YOU WANT instant Zabuza fanservice, please proceed directly to Chapter 5. If you decide that you like the story, you can go back and read the previous chapters... Or, if you feel that you can handle four chapters of... well, everything but Zabuza, you can start from the very beginning.
Okay, this is my first ever fanfic! At least, the first one that I didn't drop writing after the very first chapter xP I'm aware that it's not the most perfect fic ever written, but I'm new here so please forgive my acting like a total noob (because I am one O.o'). 'xD Also, I decided to release the first six chapters all at once. That's because I spent the first four chapters on my original character development-- BUTDON'TWORRY! It's not going to be about how long her hair is or what she looks like or whatever. It's just that without the explanation it wouldn't be clear who she is or why she does certain things, and I know you'd go like, "What the hell's that author-person on?"
No, really. Trust me.
Disclaimer: (I didn't see it in the guidelines, but people do it so I guess I must, too O.O) I don't own "Naruto" or any of the characters or ideas from this show. Please don't sue me, because you won't get anything much anyway, except maybe for some gum, a piece of string, a broken pencil and ten dollars sixty-five cents (the money that I've been saving up to one day buy Zabuza and Haku from Masashi Kishimoto xD) I'm not going to post this on any other chapters of this fic, so for any references this is the place to go.
Summary: Somewhere in the universe, Loki the werewolf runs away from the life of a lab-rat in a research-and-training facility in search of a life she doesn't really know anything about at all.
Somewhere else in the universe, Zabuza Momochi lives an ordinary life of an ordinary ninja, which involves assassinating, trying to avoid legal persecution, and picking up dying orphans with incredible abilities. He has also got a Great Ambition (caps and all). He wants to be a Mizukage.
But Zabuza's world is turned downside up when a multi-dimensional, Energy-devouring forest becomes involved. And suddenly, life isn't about overthrowing the Mizukage anymore. It is about getting out alive, preferrably with all of the limbs still in place.
On his side, Zabuza has only got Haku, a clever young lad with a heart of gold and a mania for water Jutsu; Loki, the clueless runaway werewolf; also a rabbit, a Cleaver, lots of loyalty and a determination to stay alive no matter what.
And then, there is the Amazing Travelling Battle Zoo (don't ask).
End of Summary
Pairings: Zabuza x OC (but MUCH later on in the fic. Yup, there will be some fluffy scenes, but I'll try not to make them too mushy x3).
All righty, I think I've covered the main points. Now, on with the fanfic. X3
To Tame a Werewolf
1. Werewolves
By: Laiyo
Fierce gales roamed the mystic forests of Kallmanah. Century-old pines shook and groaned as the hurricane slammed into them with vicious force. Ragged storm clouds were tattered and carried off to the north by the winds, to reveal the pallid form of the full moon. And then thousands of birds flocked the sky suddenly as a chorus of unearthly, savage howls filled the wicked tempest with more darkness and horror. The werewolves were out on a hunt.
There were many such creatures inhabiting those woods. Werewolves of all types: large and small, wolf-like and human-shaped, the Bitten and the Born; they all prowled the lands, competing for territories and prey. They weren't really fiends from hell, or so-called "limbs of the devil". They were just a species different from humankind; grim, wild and mysterious. They were hunters. They were also something you could become if you were foolish enough to wander all by yourself into the forests after dark.
Werewolves lived in clans, some of which were millennia old. Clans didn't usually mix unless fights broke out between them, and one clan conquered or devastated another. Many werewolves died during such battles, and it was truly a horrible sight to witness. But it was all natural, a part of the cycle. And it all changed one day, when the humans arrived.
Humans… Now they were horrid, and savage, and bloodthirsty. They always craved for power and violence, and it seemed that their own vast populations weren't enough to quench their unstoppable thirst for armies and wars. So one day, they came after the werewolves.
The werewolves were physically stronger than the humans, and their life span was much longer, too – something having to do with their constant transformations and tissue regeneration, and things, and other complicated biology stuff you wouldn't possibly understand. Their wounds healed quickly, and they were swift in combat. In other words, werewolves made perfect fighting machines; or lab rats, as for the most part they were stuck in laboratories, where hundreds of humans performed hideous experiments on them. Of course, they wouldn't do that to their fellow humans, but it was okay if it were werewolves, because werewolves were 'just stupid beasts that devoured cattle and were harmful anyway'. And the humans seemed to politely ignore the fact that some werewolves, like the Bitten, had been human, too; well, at some point in their lifetimes, anyhow.
In short, humans invaded the forests and kidnapped werewolf children to experiment with their minds and bodies and turn them into machines of war. They had computers and tracking devices, and the most terrible creations ever known to werewolf-kind: the weapons of silver, for silver was the only metal that werewolves dreaded more than death, because it poisoned their blood and burned their flesh, and the wounds inflicted by it wouldn't heal as easily as the normal ones did. Silver was the only thing you could kill a werewolf with, or hurt one beyond comparison; which humans did, without great remorse.
Akela's clan was racing through the darkness, the humans in hot pursuit. The roar of helicopters was thundering above the quivering treetops. Searchlights pierced the thick canopy of leaves in merciless beams of white glare. Hiding was no good. You couldn't hide from the humans for long. You couldn't fight them either, not when they were all organized like that.
Akela heard gunshots behind them. She knew humans couldn't see them clearly enough to shoot directly, but a few bullets had reached their targets, and two werewolves were left behind, twisting and groaning as the silver penetrated further into their flesh and bloodstream, causing them unthinkable torture.
The forest further ahead was thinning, and Akela cursed. Many would be slaughtered, but taking the clearing was the only option available. The albino female raced on, the others following.
Soon they were out of the safety of dense forests. The clearing wasn't wide, however, and more trees were up ahead, beckoning and promising shelter. Three more wolf-people fell under the endless hail of bullets, but Akela began to gain hope.
That is, until someone behind her shrieked with despair, and she heard a small body tumble to the ground. Akela turned, cold sweat trickling down her forehead. 'NO!' she thought, as she saw a small wolf-child, eyes wide with terror, scramble up from the ground and fall back again as a large silver net fell over it.
"NO! Loki! My daughter!"
The werewolf that had been carrying the girl was wounded, but still alive. He was massive, almost twice the size of a full-grown human. Both he and Akela rounded back to save the child.
A helicopter was coming down, and a man in armour outstretched a hand to grab the little wolf-girl, but the giant werewolf beat him to her. Blood blossomed on his hands as he grabbed the net of silver to haul it off the terrified-looking girl, but his efforts were met by a hail of silver bullets from above. One moment, and he fell to the ground, spattering more blood as the poison spread. The man on the helicopter grabbed the girl and pulled her upwards. She screamed and kicked, but it was useless. The human turned around and began climbing back aboard. But at that precise moment the girl gave a relieved squeal, and the man felt something grab his foot. Something clawed and merciless. When he glanced down, he found Akela clinging to the bottom of the rope ladder and grinning up at him in a way that demonstrated all of her shining fangs. She grabbed the girl and pulled her towards herself. The man kicked. Akela let go of the girl and grabbed his foot instead. She wrenched it hard, and he felt himself letting go… Akela almost won.
But there was a slash and a glint of silver, and Akela fell away, her arm cut open. Her daughter shrieked for her, and the man grinned, satisfied, as he flashed a dagger into the light. A silver-tipped dagger. Akela cursed and sprang up. She tried to catch up again, but there was more gunfire and she fell to the ground beside the giant wolf-man, breathless.
"Akela!"
The other werewolves were coming to the girl's rescue, but there were so few of them. This battle was decided – and in a couple more minutes, it was all over. The helicopter with its guns and searchlights pulled back up into the ringing inky-black heights, taking the little screaming and crying wolf-girl away with it. And the forest was still once more; and the pallid moon shed its weak light onto the bodies lying on the ground, silent and motionless.
Somewhere far off in the Kallmanah woods, the fierce gales raged on as yet another portal ripped open into a new dimension.
And somewhere else, a dimension away, a boy of about ten or eleven had single-handedly destroyed hundreds of his fellow-students in an exam of cruelty and power, and sat among their fallen bodies, sulking at the weapon in his hand and giving little thought to the future the fate had in store for him.
End Chapter! So, what do you think? And yaaay I mentioned Zabuza-san in the end! xD Yeah, I know the whole 'multidimensional forest' thingy seems a bit… weird… but I'll explain it some more later on in the story. Aiii, I'm so nervous! xD Please, review if you feel like it. x3 And sorry if you see any funky stuff happening on these pages, like words beingstucktogether like this, or random gaps in text, or something of the sort. Formating is being a real bioyitch to me for some reason, and I just got tired of going back (over and over and over again) and trying to fix it. Sorry again! T.T --bitch-slaps formating--