*Naruto and its characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto and by all means do not belong to me. I'm nothing more than a mere fan fiction writer. :)
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-Ra Ra Rakurai-
Prologue
Long before the creation of the two-legged creature known as man, there was nature. In this nature, animals and vegetation ruled the earth. The woods were wild, tangled growth of flora, undisturbed by the destruction of the two-legged creature known as man. Beasts of all shapes and sizes were born, from the ferocious wolf to the timid mouse. Some of these beasts were wiped off the face of the earth by natural selection, while others learned to procreate. It all came down to one thing and one thing only: survival of the fittest.
But what if some animals weren't technically birthed? What if some were waiting to be born? Not by the sperm and egg, but from something else. That something else could be a number of things, but the urge to be alive was strong.
The cunning fox spirit sulked as he perched atop a tree. He was transparent, hazy in an odd way, and eel-bodied. His eyes shone gold in the darkness, watching nocturnal animals play and hunt. An owl hooted somewhere nearby, and the fox spirit huffed. He hated other carnivores. Not because that they hunted in close proximity (a fox spirit could never create a territory sadly), but because they could kill for their food.
They could feel the predator's adrenaline, the smells of the prey's fear, and the taste of sweet, sweet victory. He envied them on the hunt, but he had one thing that those mechanical beasts could never possess: reason, rational thought, et cetera. He knew what was bad, what was good, what was decent, and what was wrong. He could communicate, although there was really no one around to communicate with. Rarely would he make animal gutturals, besides the occasional growl here and there, but the other animals would not listen.
He was just a pathetic, translucent fox spirit with sly eyes of gold. But one day, the wimpy fox would have his chance to have his own body, not from possession. Although, most animal's bodies would reject his attempt to take over their minds and nerves. They were too strong for him. If he was lucky, he could attach himself to a cockroach, nasty things.
The fox spirit grinned at nothing in particular. He floated off of his perch and swam through the star-lit sky. A surge of joy ran through his small, rat-sized body. He began to twist in the air, creating a unique spirit dance complete with turns, rolls, and three-sixties. He felt happy, and during his dance, he had laughed about the owl and the other animals that roamed the earth.
Let them roam, for when they die, I will still be alive. I will be alive forever, spending lifetimes watching the creatures that mock me now die off like flies, the fox thought, baring small teeth.
He did another twist in the sky.
Let's see an eagle do that. The ultimate predator my tail. I will destroy the eagle once I receive my body!
The fox stopped mid-air and blinked twice.
"Tail?" he asked himself. Small hisses of a laugh begin to ascend into a loud guffaw. "HA HA HA! TAIL! I DON'T HAVE A TAIL!"
Then, still laughing uncontrollably, he flew towards the north following the brightest star.