Disclaimer: I dun own anything that may appear in this storyexcept the majority of the plotline and the odd character.
This has been running in circles around my head for ages, screaming at the top of it's lungs, so i couldn't help but write and post this one. If i get enough feed-back, i'll put up the next few chapters.
It was a surprisingly cool night in July; the air was clear but for a momentary faint metallic scent, pale blue-grey clouds floated across the star sown sky, illuminated from behind by the full moon that hung high overhead. The country was asleep but for the occasional later comer on the way home. Nothing mov-
THE HELL WAS THAT?
…Oh…
The silver, slightly insubstantial five-tailed fox was bolting through the yards of the suburban houses in some town in some county somewhere in the Human World.
Four things stood out when one glimpsed this unnatural creature.
He was hurt.
He was exhausted.
He was scared.
And he was desperate.
Golden eyes darted around, seeking a place to hide from the shadows he knew were coming after him after he felt a second dimensional portal open not far from were he came through, followed by the metallic scent of blood that was a constant in the Demon World.
And the fox was NOT GOING BACK.
The fox was deeply regretful that he had had to abandon the body to save the self, but he hadn't just left the human side to die at Their hands. That the body was dead was not in doubt as he had felt the last link with the body be severed as it died. No, the human side had been partially absorbed into the fox and so was along for the ride.
The fox knew he was exhausted and that it would only be a matter of time before the shadows would catch him. The fox was about to give up when he felt wards. Protective wards.
The fox twisted mid-bound and headed towards the thing -- person? -- they were protecting. He paused, panting, as he staggered to a halt in front of a plain house that was almost a carbon copy of the ones around it. The fox looked over his shoulder as he heard the shadows shriek as they tried to get through the wards.
So. The wards were set up to keep anything with malevolent intent out. The fox turned back to consider the house before him. The number read 4 in English and the sign at the end of the street read Privet Drive. The fox idly thanked Inari-sama that the human side had taken Advance English classes as he padded closer, his curiosity and nosiness getting the better of him.
It was pathetically simple to get into the house as the basement window was already broken and the basement door was not locked. The glowing translucent silver head peered around the door and into a normal, though impeccably tidy, middle-upper class home.
That was until he got a whiff of the undeniably overpowering scent of raw power, the brand of which was an obscene mix of three different types of ki. He felt his lip curl in disgust, but it did nothing to squash the fox's curiosity.
The first and strongest was a mutant strain of reiki known as 'Wizard Magic' to humans and 'Sin Spawn' to demons because of the wizards were renown for being curious about demons (read: using them for ungodly painful and humiliating experiments). The second type was simply the run-of-the-mill battle reiki used by psychics and clairvoyants, meaning the subject also had slight farseeing abilities that would bloom if nurtured. However, it was the third that caused the ghostly fox to pad closer to the closed cupboard under the stairs with his ears pricked forward in interest.
You see, the third ki wasn't just youki, which in itself in a human was rare as hanyou tended to be sterile, no; it was kitsune youki, which made the person compatible as a host as long as they hadn't stopped growing. This particular kitsune youki, while faint, was comparable only with the distinct feel of a black water-affinity kistune, very rare and very emotionally sensitive and empathetic. They did, however, have a very nasty temper and an even nastier sense of revenge. Kick-ass sense of humour though.
The person had what was jokingly referred to as 'Clow Syndrome' after the great mortal magician, Clow Reed, who had possessed wizarding ki, creative reiki and a dog-demon's youki. Anyone with this 'syndrome' was destined for either great things or an early grave.
The fox padded towards the door and, after taking a few moments to slide the bolt with his teeth and paws (which was actually pretty hard since he was only partially substantial), opened the door.
The fox quite literally felt his human side wake and coo at the adorable little boy who lay curled on an old mattress and wrapped in a ratty old blanket, no pillow. The boy couldn't have been more that one-and-a-half to two years old. He had baby fine blue-black hair that lay in a messy cloud around his angelic little face. However, the face in question was frowning and scared, the sounds that were coming from the kit's throat were terrified and upset. Even the fox's usually ruthless heart was unsettled as the paternal instincts rose in response to the kitsune energy, the sounds and the helpless 'don't-hurt-me' scent babies and young children gave off.
There were several loud cracks that took the fox several moments to realise belonged to wizards' teleporting. The fox moved into the cupboard and pulled the door closed, using an amount of his precious little energy to slide the bolt closed again, then settled to curl around the infant and decide how best to proceed. It was highly unlikely that any of his allies would find him anytime soon.
"Meehh…"
The infant mumbled and nuzzled into the warm fur-like energy that made up the fox's 'body', then mumbled again, but this time in contentment. The fox nuzzled and sniffed, occasionally licking, over the toddler's face in an unconscious grooming gesture. Then his tongue ran over something that tasted like corruption. The vulpine muzzle jerked back in surprise before it zoomed in and focused on the spot after confirming that the power wasn't the child's. There on the infant's forehead was an inch-long zigzag scar coming down from the hairline. And as he studied the scar with his power, the only thought running through his foxy little mind was something along the lines of "What the fucking hell happened to this poor kid?" Only it wasn't that polite because he was thinking in a form of degenerate Makaianese, which happened to be the rudest gutter slang in all of the three worlds.
What prompted this response was that the child's aura was a solid sparkling crystal blue, but the scar was a dried-blood reddish-brown that spiked deep into the boy's mind chakra. The only way the fox could see to limit the influence of this…this gross invasion of persona was to possess the boy like he had his previous human host and work to prevent the invasion that was gradually getting deeper from inside the mind manually.
Now, the fox was usually ruthless, callous, selfish, cruel, cold and so on, but hurting an adult demon who had probably done worse to others that he did to them was entirely different to hurting, invading the mind of and trying to totally fuck up any child's life, human or demon. Just like a half-human associate of his, the fox had a chink in his armour when it came to kids, only the fox's wasn't quite as big. He came to a decision. With a lot of encouragement from his human side, of course.
An ear flicked as the front door was opened using a spell and four people entered. Two went upstairs and the other two prowled the lower floor. One of them, an old but powerful wizard, paused in front of the cupboard door before moving on. A minute or so later, the four wizards left the house. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't feel the shadows anymore either.
Once he was sure the wizards were gone, he turned his attention back to the boy, who was using a tail as a teddy, and started the hours long process of sliding into the infant and merging their souls.
Just as the sun lit the sky with its warm light, the fox and the attached human soul moved to the back of the child's mind and pushed the red spike back to the anchoring point and setting up a shield to keep it that way.
The fox went to sleep as the child woke, exhausted from the night's activities, humming a tune that his own mother had sung to him when he was a kit. The human soul, however, remained near the surface to watch over the child.
The child, who had had clear hazel eyes the night before, awoke with bright green eyes rimmed with gold around the pupil. He smiled as a tune echoed through his mind, filling his mind with peace and comfort. It didn't even dispel when his Aunt Petunia hauled him out of the cupboard by his arm, dragged him into the kitchen and threw him down into a kitchen chair before ignoring him.
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