Author's Note: Yes I know, shame on me for making another story and posting it. Betraying my others in the Harry potter genre. But I couldn't help in. My mind gets these plots, and i'm too busy to stick to one thing I guess. Or i'm just crap at endings. Whatever.
Enjoy or don't i guess.
Anywho, this is a teaser I guess. Perhaps a test to see if I can do it, maybe.
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto
Summery: Little Naruto, at one of his breaking points during the village's abuse runs to the forest where he can cry without witness. There he is found by one of the most unlikely person. This person, having only recently come back to awareness, feels a certain responsibility for the young Median. Though it is the others in the series that might provide an issue, no matter how game the boy is for family, no matter the relation.
Warning: Another oc story, lots of drama and sassing. Oc/Itachi. more sassing and snarking. A bit of Jiraiya, Third, and Tsunade...not bashing...but...being a jerk to?
Prologue
Small feet crashed and stumbled through the underbrush of the grand forest that surrounded the struggling figure. Hiccuped cries suppressed and they struggled to keep on their single minded path. Finally, giving up on their rapid escape, the frazzled child collapsed at the base of a tall tree, back braced to the dying warmth of the trunk. Knees pulled up th hide their face from the world around them. Blonde locks turning orange in the ending day's life.
Tears, huge globbing tears, poured out. Rushing out now that there was a moment's rest, events of just an hour ago creeping back up upon him. It was nothing new, or outlandishly different in events. It was just another straw added to the camel's back. Perhaps the final one, or just a little stumble or flinch before standing tall once more.
It was a normal day for the blonding, surviving. The child had been kicked out of the orphanage on his birthday last year, so he was still struggling and coping with his new life. Old-man had given him an apartment to live in, paying for it, and leaving once a month some money to get food. Of course he was having to be smart about it, as the others in his village were wanting to charge him more for buy their goods, or not even let them into their shops.
There was a ramen shop, that he could buy from, but he didn't pay attention when people told him that it wasn't healthy to eat only that. But when that was all he could afford for the month, he started to not care. Sure the forest around their civilization provided some of nature's gifts. Potatoes, herbs, meats. But being so small he couldn't always find anything for weeks.
Today, he was jeered at as he walked down the road again, so he hid away in the park, watching the other kids play and their parents glaring at them as they observed as well. When it was nearing evening all the families returned home, to enjoy a family meal perhaps. Deciding he didn't have anything else to do, he decided to return home and maybe practice some of the stuff he had seen some of the clan children talking about. They were already receiving clan training, so they were sharing some of the basics and showing off.
On his lonely track home he would have to pass by many a dark ally. This was a dangerous point of his day, and normally he would have been extra watchful of those crevices, but with his mind on how he would try and train, things were bound to happen as they did. It was nothing new, this had happened before, but it had lessened in frequency as he had learned ways to avoid and prevent.
A small group of male villagers, though perhaps a woman or two was in there somewhere, where waiting in the shadows, chatting. As they saw the young blond 'demon' brat approach, they quickly conspired and attacked. It was group beating, not unlike what had been done to him before, kicks and spit thrown at him. Hit was just more intense because he was shocked back into the world around him, by the first punch to his face. And as normal, a white masked ninja would finally step in and say it was time to finish.
And so, it was while this ANBU was arguing with the villagers, who were begging for more time, the broken boy sprinted off, escaping in the one chance he had, and it was this running that had taken him into the forest. There were points in the village wall that melded into the forest that surrounded the great Hidden Leaf. People were aware and watchful for invaders from these locations, but it was also a place that people could enter the forests easily if they dared. It was this route that our blonde had taken, going a far distance into the thicket, before collapsing where he was at this moment. Finally crying his heart out, for the life he had been dealt and his worth of self for the future.
Many beings existed in this world, some similar to others in the vast multiverse, others unique to this odd dimension. Specifically there was things known as the tailed-beasts, that roamed the Elemental Nations for eternity. Some, every once and awhile, were caught and sealed into human vessels, but they waited and escaped to wander once more. They are a relatively new creation to the planet, only a few hundred generations old, and was technically created from a manifestation off of the humans that populate this world.
Very few know the true story, most if not all being dead, so many just view these beings as demons born for destruction and death, while others respect them for their power. Now there were known to be nine creatures of almost divine power, but once there was only one. Born from the corrupted mind of 'alien' species, who grew distant from the humanity around her, brought to this state by power not of her own. The moment this creature's offspring 'betrayed' her, she grew too vast in power, becoming what was dubbed the 'ten-tails'. Many would say this was the first to be made of the tailed-beasts. But what none else knew, another was made in that one instance. Another ten-tailed beast, taking the form of a fox, with rabbit like ears. Closer in form to the alien that it was created from, then the monstrous being that was made from the alien and tree combination that people know of.
This unknown creature, that formed outside the battles taking place that were noted into history, was born from the residual feelings of the alien mother. The piece of her mind that still loved her children, and didn't hate humanity so deeply, only wishing to teach them better. This being's mind formed around what the woman's mind would have been if it was untouched by the corruption of power. The one that just wanted to stop the fighting, the one that was a mother.
This creature did not awaken right away, no, they slept and formed in an isolated cave. Isolated from discover and damage, wars waged and passed. They were made, sure, from the merging of that alien and tree, but they were only gifted the chakera, the life force, to be made. The rest, the building blocks, came from the life around them. It was not a give or take, parasitic relationship. No, it was used and recycled, creating a grand vibrant forest in the surround lands.
The alien's offspring carried on the line, one of the twins having sealed the ten-tail of legend into himself. Later to break it apart into nine tailed beasts. The first, holding the largest chunk of chakra, took on the form of a fox, being the closest to its creator in being as it could. Of course none knew that, as the mixing with the tree reshaped the monstrous being. No, it took on a form similar to the other part of this being, tucked away in a prosperous forest.
And it is this being that is to be the main focus of this tale. After many years, wars, and generations. The being awoke. Not gently like one would assume from someone whom had been resting for decades. It was a sudden jolt that disturbed their rest. A cry almost resounding their their head. And not far from their resting place, unknown to the ten-tailed being, in a village hidden in the leaves, a red headed woman had just given birth.
A year or two had gone by, the now awake being wandered about the forest, living out of the same cave. Knowledge was a strange thing to this being, as it was sometimes there and sometimes not. They knew not what their name was, they knew they were in the shape of a fox, but also could take the form of a woman, they knew how to sew, but could not remember why that was.
Watching the world around them, they - she- learned more. There were different types of things -humans- in this world. Powerless ones -civilians-, powerful ones -ninja and samurai-, and inbetweens -nobles-. She integrated and got to know these things -humans-, taking their form and talking. Learning their language, which it seemed she had had an older dialect of, hidden away in her mind. Soon she began using her skill of sewing, such a random talent, to make stuffed things, and sold them to passing traders or families.
Most were modeled after creatures of the forest she lived in. Rabbits, wolves, birds, bats, perhaps some cute bugs. She quickly learned that no one liked foxes here, as the accosted and angry looks she received when she showed that one, told her enough. Why she didn't care, really, just beniegh curiosity.
So it was in this fashion that she carried on with her life. Discovering the world around her, and of herself. Caring and uncaring of what she actually was. Mindful to not let anyone know of her alternate form. Having heard the historic legend of the tailed-beasts, and fearing what would happen to her.
It was this routine that was broken one evening, when she heard a cry. It echoed into her homely cave, tugging at her heartstrings. Setting aside the plush creature she had been making, she followed the wails to change this world's destiny.
A/n: Tell me what you think, I guess? Haven't posted a story in awhile, so I'm not sure what the current feels are in any fandom.
