I mean. I have no idea why I wrote this. I just started one of my 'Type a word and see where it leads' drabble thingies, which sometimes lead to original fiction, sometimes fanfictions, (In various areas) and sometimes just some nonsense barely worth mentioning...
This time, this happened. I started with 'Teeth' and went straight to 'Eyes' and then realized that I was talking about the Kyuubi. Strange how that happens.
Excuse mistakes. Unbetaed.
Teeth...
He remembered teeth, ferocious and snarling and snapping, great silver fangs that were sometimes white and orange and gold... red in the darkness, dripping agony. He remembered them parting to let loose a howl that shook the stars and washed past him, weaving through his hair. It smelled like sadness and blood.
Eyes...
He remembered they were large and red sometimes, and he saw a sea of corpses in them. Sometimes they were moving, stirring fretfully, gasping, wheezing out their bloody last breaths. Sometimes they were as blue as the summer sky, blue as the eyes he saw in the mirror sometimes- when they weren't red. He saw they were brown when the red dried. And after that, he saw the red of flames.
And they were black with ashes. The stars and moon had been torn down from the heavens and there was nothing left except black.
And then he saw green. It was not a fresh green or dark or light green...
But then the green withered away and he saw orange. Glimmering, almost-gold, bright, vibrant orange. Playful. Happy. He opened his arms to it and reached for it with chubby, damp fingers...
But then they were black again.
Fur...
It was usually red. It was an auburn shade, and so soft. It floated in the air when the body moved, like hair in water. Naruto clutched at it and hugged the large body, and it was so soft... And warm. He remembered the warmth coiling itself around him and he slept so peacefully...
Nice. He remembered smiling blissfully before the darkness that was like light take him.
Tails...
Waving, frondy. They were so elegant that he dared not go near. They were tinted a softer shade at the very tips, and he longed to rub them against his face, they looked even softer than the fur. He wanted them to curl around his body and lift him into the air so he could laugh out loud with delight and hug them back. So elegant and soft and kind...
Nine of them, nine companions to play with him. Naruto learned to laugh.
Ears...
Two of them, far apart and sensitive. He had to crawl from one of them across a plain of shorter fur to bother the other, and they flicked and twitched underneath his hands and he giggled because they were laughing with him too.
Twitch...
Nose...
Warm, damp and black, nuzzling under his eyes and wiping the salt away. He touched the snout, and the fur there was sort of slicked back... A face. A bit further, his little hands stroked the fir... and rough whiskers. Tickle.
He remembered tugging at them, and a warning snarl that he laughed at.
He remembered the snout lift away from him and the gigantic underside of a jaw brush his hair. He remembered holding his hands up in the air and letting the fur slide between his fingers, so graceful and swift and flowing...
Later, the nose came back. And then a great gust of wind.
Naruto slept, his arms tightly curled around a fox plushie doll. He dreamed.