Author's Notes: First crossover, be kind, be gentle. Not really, you can bite if you want.
Disclaimer: I do not own YYH or Naruto. Wish I do, though.
Foxes and Roses
Chaper One: Poor Misguided Wannabes
There were some strange people in the village that day, Naruto noticed. They didn't seem to be from around here, or anywhere. One was a tall man with a ridiculously styled reddish hair. Naruto could swear that his hair defied the laws of Mother Nature, hanging up front in a curl like that. He was talking in a low voice with another person. The other guy looked less unique, although the green stint in his dark hair proclaimed him also a fashion victim. He was shorter in stature and less muscular than his big friend, but Naruto knew better than to judge people from their appearances alone. Still...
Poor misguided wannabes, Naruto shook his head.
He moved closer to those people, partly out of curiosity and partly out of caution. As a good shinobi Naruto could not dismiss the presence of strangers in the village as mere happenings, no matter how harmless (or silly) they looked.
They were here for a reason, he was certain of it. He just hoped that whatever it was, they were not here to open a barbershop. He didn't know any sensible shinobi who would appreciate having a lettuce or an overgrown carrot on top of their heads. It would make the surveillance mission much harder because the hair would be sticking out like a sore thumb.
And also because the rest of the shinobis would be laughing their asses off.
Upon closing the distance his eyes caught an image of a beautiful apparition, slightly hidden behind the other two, and he gasped. It was the kind of rare beauty that took one's breath away and got seared in the memory, forever. The first impression was lethal and Naruto was taken aback, speechless. His knees grew weak and he couldn't stop himself from sliding to the ground. He was surprised at the loss of strength in his legs, but what surprised him further was the blush that crept on his cheeks.
She was the most beautiful woman Naruto had ever seen his thirteen years of life. Not even his Sakura-chan was this stunning, granted she was still growing, but for the love of Kyuubi! The woman he was now seeing was gorgeous, even perfect. She had a lively red hair that would look incredulously messy in others, and yet on her it looked sensual. Naruto wondered how it must've felt to run his fingers through that thick mane, when he remembered that he had grimy hands and wiped them hesitantly on his jumpsuit. Konohamaru had been teaching him how to gut fish earlier that morning.
The woman looked at his direction, green eyes twinkling, and laughed. Naruto thought she was laughing at him for falling to the ground and he sobered instantly, embarrassed beyond words.
She saw me fall. Damn.
Smelling like dead fish, Naruto lifted himself up. I am pathetic, he thought, falling over a grown woman like that. He turned away and decided to abort his mission of investigating the strangers.
A beauty like that could not be evil. No way. If he was lucky, maybe he would spot her again tomorrow, when he was smelling better and looking much less a fool. It was time to take the loathed bath. He had been avoiding the bath house for a week now, and it seemed that the smell was finally catching up with him.
Naruto broke out into a sprint to the nearest bath house. There was no time to waste! He was, after all, covered with a week's worth of dust and dirt.
Unbeknownst to him, the red hair watched him running, and a smile, not quite kind, slowly formed.
"He is our target."
