Two Little Princesses.
Two little princesses dancing in a row,
Spinning fast and freely on their little toes,
Where their life will take them no-one ever knows
Except those two little princesses dancing in a row.
The noise was overwhelming: the screams, the explosions and its growls. It seemed to be over 100 feet tall, the jarring red of its fur blaring at the shinobi, reminding them of blood and what they were doing this for. Its eyes were scarlet and even the whites were a murky shade of pink, its white tipped tails waved frantically, knocking away the ANBU and various ninja that tried to hold it back. Its teeth and claws were stained crimson with their blood.
The Hyuuga's, unable to do much damage with their juuken, were either charging in or maintaining a progress report on the beast. Aburame's were falling left, right and centre as their kikai died of chakra poisoning, the Kyuubi's chakra too much for them. The Nara's did a synchronised shadow bind to hold it in place, but the Yamanaka's were unable to use their family jutsu. The Akimichi charged, but their formidable bulk was swatted away as if it was nothing. The Uchiha's to tried, but nothing worked, nothing stopped the demons rampage.
The only hope was the Fourth Hokage, their Yellow Flash, the man who could stop all this with the cost of two innocent lives – his own and one of the two little babies staring up at him.
They were identical. The same staring and oh-so-blue eyes. Minato picked up the one closest to him, alone but for his last remaining student, and was astonished at how fragile the child he held was. If he were to… no, he couldn't. Minato turned and disappeared, leaving Kakashi to look after the child's sister. His mind whispered viciously that the little person in his arms wouldn't be a child after this but a monster, a demon tainted human sacrifice. But he ignored it – he had a war to fight, a demon to soul and a soul to give.
The cold hands of death were white and wrinkled, and if Minato hadn't been in a different position he would have noticed the resemblance to his predecessor's hands. But, as it were, he had a lot of his attention taken by the large demon fox in front of him, whose nine tails were waving madly and whose fur was coloured like blood. It's sharp, animal but strangely human eyes condemned him, like it knew what he was going to do to this child – like he was the monster. Bu it didn't move just grinned at him with scarlet stained teeth, proud and seemingly victorious.
He began, watching as the tails moved faster, trashing wildly, it was almost too strong! But the blood red eyes held panic, and the fear of a cornered, caged animal and Minato sighed both in relief and fear as the fox disappeared into squirming red tentacles of chakra. The chakra gathered and span, like a tornado as it disappeared into the equally squirming child's naval.
On the other side of the village Kakashi looked up in surprise as a seal appeared on the wrong child's stomach.