The Sealed Trickster

By EternalFox1980

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, that honor unfortunately goes to Joss Whedon. I neither own Naruto, he belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. I merely own the concept my individual idea for this story.

Author's Notes:

I don't know Xander's exact birthday, so, I giving him mine because the one thing I know for sure is that he's older than the girls.

"hello" Normal Speech

"hello" Demon/Coyote speech

hello Thoughts

Summary: Xander discovers a hidden power and secret within himself when the primal hyena spirit attempts to take over his body; this secret will forever change the course of his existense.

TONGVA CAMP, SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA: 1800's

"Honored Elder, what will we do, the evil red hair is in league with the Monster" a warrior asked the Shaman.

"Worry not young one, Coyote is powerful and clever," the shaman replied, "he will not allow the Monster to blow him off the mountain."

EARLY SETTLEMENT, SUNNYDALE: 1800's

Richard Wilkins is in the midst of conversing with the First Evil.

"If you grant me immortality, I will rid the world of Coyote so that you can lay claim to the Mouth of Hell."

"How will you accomplish this, mortal?"

"Simple, really...I have discovered in ancient Japanese texts about how the tailed beasts were sealed. I plan to seal him into an enchanted totem."

"Very well, you may have your immortality; however, I want that infernal bastard dead. I also want it to be a tragic death. When you have found a child that is the Protector of Man, the Lover of Travel, and the Son of the Home Rulers, I want you to seal Coyote into that child. Make the vessel's life a life of pain so that he may never know happiness. Coyote will suffer as the vessel suffers, and when the vessel dies, Coyote, the eternal being will die with him."

"Very well, as you command master. I will also make it so Sunnydale will be the bed of demons, they may take as many humans as within reason. Come the next millennium, I will be able to ascend into an Old One."

"Yes, we are in agreement, immortal."

SUNNYDALE HOSPITAL, SEPTEMBER 26, 1980

"Congratulations, Mrs. Harris...you have a healthy son. Have you decided on a name," asked the doctor.

"Yes, my husband and I have decided to name him Alexander Lavelle Harris," Jessica Harris answered.

"Isn't Lavelle a girl's name?"

"It's an uncommon one yes, but Lavelle is my grandfather's last name. I loved him dearly and wanted to pass on his name in some way."

"Very well, once you've had some time with him, I'll have one of the nurses take him to the nursery.

"Thank you doctor, can you tell Tony to come in."

"Sure, no problem."

DOCTOR'S OFFICE

The doctor picked up the phone and called City Hall.

"Sir, it's time, the vessel is born."

"Thank you doctor, you know what to do."

I really wish you named your son something else, Jessica. You and Tony are good people; I really hate what I'm going to have to do to you two in order to ensure the vessel of Coyote suffers.

He picked up a spell book.

Tony has always hated his father because he was a violent alcoholic who would have fights with his mother, and beat up on he and his brother Rory. He escaped that cycle of abuse, but I'm going to have to put him back in.

Sorry Jessica, but the son you now cherish and love will become the child you neglect and forget about, you'll even at times forget his name. I won't make you hit your son, but I can't let you love him either.

He pictured the happy family in the birthing room, and he actually shed some tears.

I'm sorry.

NURSERY: 1 HOUR LATER

"Well, golly son. You just happened to be born with the wrong name." Mayor Wilkins spoke as he gazed into the little Alexander's eyes. "Yet, I find I really don't care either way...oh you're noticing the totem aren't you? Well, I'm going to introduce you to it very intimately." Wilkins recited the correct spells and touched the boy's stomach with the totem. An intricate seal appeared briefly before disappearing. Almost immediately, the child started crying, while his eyes changed from dark brown to hazel. The mayor then left the crying child and went about his business.