Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, places, or whatnot created by Masashi Kishimoto. Everything else that is not covered by his copyright belongs to me. Sorry if something is similar to something you may have read or written, but I am not doing it on purpose and I am very much trying to be original.

Warning: This had been rated M because I like to be detailed, so I will mention: blood, possible gore for ninja fights, vulgar language, mature situations, and most likely a lemon or two in the future.

:: Prologue ::

A gentle breeze jostled the leaves in the trees nearby, causing an almost melodic tune to dance in the air. Some of the leaves broke free from their branches and flitted around the roof tops before landing gently on the ground below. One or two lights that were still on in the surrounding houses illuminated the streets, leaving wispy shadows to decorate the building walls. The leaves crunched as one of the shadows ran over them, barely audible, as it ran from its pursuers. It was almost invisible as it flitted from alley to alley. It went unnoticed as it escaped from the village and into the forest beyond.

It made it to the tree line before a cry was heard far behind it, signifying that somebody had noticed its presence. The shadow glanced back and let out a silent growl as two much larger figures jumped from the wall high above the forest floor. Adrenaline pumped through the shadow's veins and it took off as quickly as it could. Both of the figures chased the shadow, cursing as it flung itself between the tree trunks. Dirt and leaves were flung into the air as the shadow struggled to turn past sharp bends, leaving the two behind it to stumble as they followed.

Somewhere ahead a break in the trees allowed luminescent moonlight to flood the grass and turn the world into shades of black and white. The shadow made it to the small clearing, its robe hiding any trace of flesh from the demanding light above. Labored breaths echoed around it as the shadow forced its way through the overgrown vegetation around the small clearing. Its foot caught on a knot in the waist high grass, forcing it to fall to the ground below.

Snapping branches signaled that the shadow's stalkers had caught up. The shadow held its breath, praying to any deity that would listen that it wouldn't be seen. Sinking as close to the ground as possible, the shadow waited as the rustling of grass was heard only a couple yards away. The shadow's obsidian cloak blended into the dark earth below, aiding the shadow from immediately being seen. Darkness covered the clearing and made the visibility so poor that one of the followers tripped just like the shadow, filling the smaller being with a hope that it would escape.

A gruff voice spoke out and caused the shadow's heart rate to sky-rocket at the close proximity. "Get up you idiot! We have to catch that thief before he gets away!"

A much younger voice spoke out in retaliation. "Well he didn't have any chakra, so he couldn't have gotten far."

"You fool," the older man cried out, "he could have just been hiding it! Now get up!"

The grass shifted only a few feet away from the shadow, causing it to tense up as the younger male started to rise from where he had fallen. As soon as the younger was up, the older of the two grabbed his arm and forced both to run away at intense speeds. Almost as soon as the two were out of the field did the moon come from its hiding spot from behind the darkening clouds above. Silvery light put the figure in plain view as it waited feverishly for any sign that the men might come back.

Minutes later, the shadow lifted itself from the ground and looked around the clearing hesitantly. When nothing attacked, the shadow brushed the dirt and other debris from itself before it went in the opposite direction the men had gone in. Before it went beyond the tree line, it let its eyes gaze around the clearing. The grass shimmered as a strong gust burst through the field, blowing into the shadow full force. Its hood flew from its place upon the shadow's shoulders, falling behind as the wind subsided.

Deep, fiery eyes reflected the full moon's powerful light, radiating a burning scarlet glow as the gold that rimmed the outermost parts of the iris shimmered. The shadow brought her hand to hair and brushed the rust colored locks from her face, showing pale skin that glowed with an ivory hue. Dark sangria shaded fox ears flicked back and forth as she strained to hear for any unnatural sounds that might signal the returning of the men. A fluffy tail, the same tinge as the ears, bristled beneath the cloak that hung loosely over her figure. She barely stood five feet, just below the lowest branches of the surrounding trees.

The young girl, no older than twelve, parted her carmine lips. Pearly, elongated canines glistened in the moonlight as she whispered to the sparkling night sky, "Thank you, to whoever was listening."

With that, she flipped the hood back over her head and slunk into the forest. She fingered the heavy pouch beneath her cloak, and it tinkled as the coins and other valuable objects hit against each other. A smirk graced her lips and she continued back into the tree line, where she became nothing more than a living shadow once more.

A/N: Thank you for reading this little prologue of mine. And I would just like to say that this story will be slightly AU, well maybe a lot, because I want to try writing this so that the demons don't get as much of a bad rap. Every demon is hundreds of years old, so they had to have had something of a life before they started to get sealed inside humans. And that means that they all had to have had a story and origin point somewhere. I also like to think that the demons have a "demi" form, a human like body that retains some of their demonic traits. So this little idea will be repeated and used throughout this story and will help explain some of the things that will go on. I will try to keep the characters as in character as possible, but I will fumble sometimes in order for the story to make sense. If you are interested, thank you very much and please review. If not, please move onto another story so that your tastes will be satisfied.

I also think I should have some OC's in here, about three more exactly, so that my story could go along much easier. If interested, just fill this out to the best of your abilities and message it to me. I must warn that I sound kinda demanding in it. Everything is appreciated.

Name:

Age:

Occupation: (Ninja [include rank], civilian, etc.)

Job: (For ninja's it will be a cover up)

Appearance: (Hair, eyes, skin, clothes, extra stuff, height, build)

Personality: (Has to have details and explanations, reasons, or just whatever else is needed. I want sentences describing your OC, not just one word)

Likes:

Dislikes:

Hobbies:

Specialties: (Not Ninja stuff, but what they are best at and stuff. An example would be extremely flexible or very good cook)

[If Ninja]

Jutsu: (The one(s) that your OC uses the most)

Chakra: (Element(s) and color please)

Clan/Heritage: (If from a clan, they have to be an outcast for a certain flaw they might have that the clan banished them for. Like a blind Hyuuga or something. They can't be invincible and perfect. For the heritage, they can have a demon ancestor, parent, or grandparent. If they happen to have a demon relative, name the demon if it's a part of the series or describe it if it isn't)

Weapon(s):