Disclaimer: nothing belongs to me the characters belong to Kishimoto

The grass was spread like a plush green blanket stretched over hills extending farther that the horizon, along it were the intricately woven spots of color and nose filling sweet smell, flowers. Sometimes you may see pink and peach with hints of yellow and red but sometimes you could see the deep and light violets with white mixed in. With the occasional line of blue and various greens it made for quite a marvelous sight.

Sometimes he wondered what giants felt like, because they could sit upon the glorious quilt he calls home. They could feel the wonderful silk of water and cotton of grass, to them all he would be was the size of the ant to them, he wondered if they spoke would it really be as loud and booming as an ocean or were their smiles just as bright as the sun like all stories had told.

It was a strange thought, because at eight years of age he was quite big, enough to reach the top of the blacksmith's counter at the stand at least. Yes he was quite tall and mature too his mother had even started to allow him to touch the knife when baking. Which was quite an accomplishment seeing as she wouldn't even let him in the kitchen just a mere year ago.

He had all this running through his head while relaxing under the only tree at least in his knowledge in the vast expanse of prairie land its grand limbs stretching out and towards the sky in arches towering over him shading him from the oven of earth and heat of sun which burned his bare feet when he went out of the protection of the tree. Whenever he sat here he was reminded of when his mother the beautiful and graceful woman she was would give him the hat she wore when he was hot, and say to him "oh my little fishcake sweetheart you must remember your hat if you're so forgetful who would want to marry you when you grow up." Yes like his mother the tree would shade and protect him.

The tree towered over everything housing animals of every kind from woodpeckers to raccoons. It grew alone as if it took a rest while on a grand hike across the land the other trees had forgotten about it and moved on and he had decided to stay here digging it's big bulky roots into the ground, maybe liking the scenery, or something of the sort.

He wondered what all had the tree seen in it's so many years of living, had it seen a war no one else had or maybe it had seen a fairy dancing through the tall grass illuminated by moonlight, or had it seen a which turning man into frog with an flick of the wrist and evil spell, only the tree would know.

As the smell of baking raspberries assaulted his senses with the sweet roses and wildflowers he was broken from his train of thought. Looking up to the sky sun blinded him and burned his irises, but what was worse is that the sun was in the middle of the sky, which meant it was it was noon, He had promised to be home by eleven. He was an hour late

Jumping up He grabbed his basket, heaving it up He knew that he couldn't allow the berries inside to rot, for the berries were going to make pies. Running through the tall grasses he stained his trousers and wrinkled shirt more than they already were but he didn't really mind because the clothes he wore were already riddled with stains He had them for more than a year now after all.

It's white and blue checkers had started to fade from the constant contact with sunlight and stains dotted it everywhere grass and food alike. But he still didn't want to part with it his mom said it had started to get to short and they would go into town for new fabric in four days. But still he didn't want to part with it. He had it for so long and he didn't view them as stains but more...memories

He slid down another hill the grass being tall and wet from dew and an earlier storm made it slick and easy to go through while being tall made some resistance and kept his balance ultimately keeping him from falling over and face planting down on the baked earth.

Almost out of breath from running he finally arrived at his house, small thing it was buried in the dirt its walls and ceiling made out of the same material seeing as it was built in a hill it was only natural. But while it may be small he preferred quaint and homey as words to describe it more so than small even petite sounds better than just saying small.

"I'm back, sorry I was out later than I should have been okaa-san." he said as he opened the wooden door which hinges would always let out a squeak and whine almost as if complaining about old age and being opened so much. The aforementioned woman rushed into the room hair flowing behind her in red waves, her purple grey eyes shone with worry and he felt a lecture coming on.

"Naruto Uzumaki! Where were you, were you just going to leave your mom to worry!" I was just about to plow through the fields and pull up mountains to find you!" You know your father is coming back later from the fields and we need to get ready for him!" She had started her rant which only kept going his mom yelling so loud he was sure people even across the sea could hear her.

"I know mom, but I'm becoming a man I don't need you babying me anymore." His mom just sighed and shook her head, a small calming smile came to her lips, before she wrapped him in her arms " I know Naru-chan but can't you just my little baby forever. i don't want you to grow up it makes me feel old too ya'no"

He shook his head. "You want to get started on those pies now." Was the only thing he said and his mom brightened up "you know it fishcake and maybe they won't burn or taste weird this time." He handed his mom the basket and agreed "yeah hopefully" His mom was an amazing chef just had a hard time following written instructions not really able to focus long enough, which made most of her recipes have wonky and utterly, horribly, wrong ingredients.

He walked to the kitchen with his mother and basket in tow, giving his mother the basket he told her "I'll go get firewood for the stove mom." his mother replied "Be careful, don't hurt yourself."he replied with a simple "Don't worry I won't." Rushing out the door smiling the only thing he could think about was pie, blueberry, raspberry, strawberry, rhubarb, and even multi-berry.

He had always like sweet things, but who didn't. I mean sweet was a likable flavor be it sugar or chocolate he liked treats off all kinds cakes, cookies, and pies. Letting his mind wander he didn't see the red blob curled up on the ground till it was too late.

Tripping over something he was puzzled because what he had felt wasn't something hard cold or ragged like a rock, it was more of a plush comfy feeling on his foot. Catching himself from completely falling not without a few blunders and missteps of course he turned around and looked down.

… A fox that's what it was, and it was staring at him. It was a pretty you may even say beautiful creature, built with muscle it had red hair that somewhat reminded him of his mother's and red eyes that looked like they were burrowing into your soul and burning like fire white tipped ears and tail and the black socks it wore on it's feet made it somewhat strange.

The fox didn't make any movements just stared up at him with what could be a mix of caution, curiosity, and was that smugness. He bent down on his knees and slowly moved his hand towards the fox, closer, closer, closer and when it got to it's head he pressed down on it's head liking the feeling of the fluffy fur underneath.

Just as he was going to stroke back it happened, the unexplainable did,because it spoke, the fox spoke. "Hello I'm Kuruma." It was a simple innocent enough sentence it was who it was coming from that mattered and all I could do was gape, I was too surprised to even faint. Moving my hand back I felt myself fall back on my butt and scramble away. Before I was pressing into the earthen mound of wall that was my house and silently cursed it, here I was trying to get away from this... talking fox... Kuruma it was just blocking my way.

I honestly had never been able to deal with supernatural stuff it creeped me out to no end even though I was wondrous it fell into the category of don't wander in to me.

Gulping I faced the thing that was currently my source of my shock surprise and fear. Gulping down I forced the question out of my mouth. "Are you going to eat me?" The fox seemed to raise his eyebrows if that was possible it was more like raised the fur over his eyes.

"I'm a talking fox and that's all you're going to ask me? Honestly you're a big idiot aren't you, I don't like dealing with idiots you know."

Naruto could have sworn his eye twitched after the idiot comment but just said with gritted teeth. "Well did you expect anything different you stuck up fox asshole bastard."

"Yes I was expecting something along the lines of-" His voice suddenly turned high in pitch sort of girly "oh wow you're a talking fox that's so cool, and I love your name but could I call you kurama-ni from now on or maybe even kuruma-sama." Was the fox making fun of him

"Like hell you self-conceited dick I'm never going to call you my brother or lord so fuck off." Ignoring the fact that this was a talking fox he had found himself starting a argument with him and actually talked to him like anyone else would to another, little did he know this little skirmish would start an unbreakable friendship and new life of what he'd always been secretly yearning for, adventure.

Well it's my first story how'd I do? I know It's short but it' more of a preview than anything, the other chapters will be in his teens and only have his childhood reveiwed in flashbacks. Please leave an honest review but refrain from hate just... constructive criticism would be nice