So here it is! The rewrite of Mangetsu Kitsune. I wasn't planning on writing this so soon but the plunnie hit me last night and I got the prologue and most of the first chapter written so...yeah.
I will tell you all now that there has been a significant change in the story. For one, this no longer takes place during the wave arc. I won't tell you when it takes place but I've moved it rather far up.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Prologue
Uzumaki Naruto was not one that let life get him down, stubbornly and insistently refusing to let the cold looks of the people around him get to him. It was sheer will power that kept him from hating the villagers of Konohagakure and their cold, uncaring eyes. Once, when he was younger, he considered giving in to the hatred that liked to rise up in his chest during the cold nights he'd spent on the streets, not allowed into the orphanage that should have been his home.
That was before, though. Before the kind gentle old man that ruled the village found him underneath that bridge when he was seven years old. Before he was given a place to live, food on his table, and the knowledge that despite everything there was still one person out there that cared about the lonely blond orphan named Uzumaki Naruto.
Ever since that day where the Sandaime Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen, changed his life Naruto had forcibly kept the darkness within him at bay. He was no longer alone in the world and he would keep it that way if he had to fight for it, kicking and screaming.
So even as the sun set and the last of the children and parents left the park, Naruto kept on swinging and ignored the disappointment that came after another afternoon watching other children play while he watched from afar. It was alright, he didn't need them anymore. Jiji was the only one he needed.
Happily kicking his legs and pushing backwards, imitating the motions he'd observed another child making, Naruto let himself drift off in his thoughts. He ignored the disappearing light and the slow rise of a full moon above head, not concerned for he had never taught to fear the night. The darkness was no danger to him, who had spent weeks outside alone.
That night was much different than ever before. Tonight, there was something in the village to be feared, a monster that had never graced the streets of Konohagakure since the very beginning.
And one little blond boy, alone on a swing, had just become the beat's prey.
Screaming echoed in the quiet of the night, accompanied by enraged howls. Alarmed shouts of shinobi broke through the once peaceful night as they fought the creature and the civilians of Konohagakure huddled inside their homes, praying for the poor souls that confronted the monster that waited outside, lurking in the shadows.
Tell-tale barking and snarling from the Inuzuka nin-dogs and the sounds of battle soon drowned out the monstrous howls and by the rise of the sun, all noise of battle had faded from existence. Frightened and uncertain citizens soon exited their homes and found no sign of any danger, the only evidence of a battle having happened displayed the destruction of the park, which was slowly being rebuilt by a few genin teams.
No one questioned the events of that night, and in time it was forgotten about entirely. The park was rebuilt and the danger never presented itself again. It was almost as if the event had never happened.
Yet one blond boy would never forget those hungered, gold eyes and the sharp pain of teeth sinking into his flesh. Even as the wounds closed and the scars faded into nearly nothing, Uzumaki Naruto would never be the same as he was before. In one night, the entire course of history had been changed.
And it would be years before anyone knew it.
Inside of the small blond boy, deep within the boy's very soul, another battle was taking place. Silver mist and blood red chakra engaged in an all out battle, fighting for dominance.
The two forced clashed and battled for days until out of sheer desperation, the red chakra formed a cage around the silver mist, dragging it deep within the depth of the soul and trapping it there. A constant flow of the red chakra was the only thing keeping it from spreading and infecting the host body.
The Kyuubi, exhausted from the battle, withdrew deep into his cage, content with the victory. "Be grateful, brat."The fox rumbled from behind the bars.
So there's the prologue! Let me know what you all think.
~MisteryMaiden~
