Fox Fairy Tale
Crystal Psycho
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Disclaimer: do not own any characters. Do not sue.
Other notes about the chapter: Sasuke is a bit too angst-y here, but he will change as Naruto comes into his life. Some brutal language by Kiba… and maybe Gaara's violence (I can't help it, he's too hot!)
Chapter 1: The Frozen and Over Heated
At first, he could feel is coldness; his hands were frozen, his legs were so cold they were numb and his nose was tickling with odd needle-like pains. Yet the ground was warm, beneath him, above him – there was life again.
Naruto Uzumaki, The Kyuubi, the feared nine tailed fox, has shifted in his grave. Nothing but a 17 years old young demon with messy spiked blonde hair and dazzling morning blue eyes – so innocent, he might have looked a bit girlish if it wasn't his boyish figures and foxy grin. Time seemed to hold still in his coffin – he hasn't change much from the day he was sealed. Naruto's eyes shot open and he gasped for air, claws grasping and tearing the wooden walls of his grave. Warm sand and dirt fall heavily onto his legs, tons of tons of tons of heavy ground.
No air, no air – something inside him panicked as he tried to get at least a little piece of oxygen inside his lungs, But he was Naruto, the seventh of his name, a successor to his clan; a demon. That gave him an easy escape.
Easy.
Revenge.
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Sasuke Uchiha, the heir of the Uchiha clan, just couldn't sleep. The curtains of the dark room were thick and heavy, therefore hadn't allowed sunshine inside.
Probably because Sasuke hated sun shine.
Another night of endless nightmares, this time a bit different; all night long he was dreaming about this story – being chased, feeling betrayed… foxes. Something extremely weird he most definitely did not want to talk about.
Sasuke hated nightmares.
If we're going to talk about hate and Sasuke, there's just something you should know about him: Sasuke hated everything. His past was hunting him everywhere and he always had the weird uncomforting feeling that he just didn't belong. He never did belong. After his parents died, all he ever wanted was to find his brother and beat the brainless shit until his fucking heart will come out from his anus. It kind of became a life purpose.
The more time he spent with his team-mates, the more time he spent with his friends, teachers – the more he wanted to be alone and get rid of them; the more he started to loathe their ways and loathe their constant presence. Yes, he, Sasuke Uchiha hated people. Big deal. It's not like he's losing much. Try being in the same room with Kiba Inuzuka and a porn magazine for a friggin' hour, and you'll turn out just like him. With an emotionless face he sat up.
His soles touched the cold floor. Even though it was frozen, he didn't even flinch and walked out of the enormous doors of his bed room.
Life after the death of his clan and the escape of his brother wasn't really smiling at him either. He was chased by these fangirls and didn't have many friends (mainly because he didn't want any.)
"Sasuke, you're home?" He heard someone opening the main door with a large thud. After that there was silence in the mansion, like the person left. "Damn it, Uchiha, you could at least answer." Hyuuga Neji came into his view. "Hi, Neji." Sasuke said flatly, giving him a nod and continuing his journey to the bathroom.
"It's almost noon." Neji crossed his arms over his chest and stalked after him.
"So?"
"What do you mean 'SO'? Are you going to tell me when this 'I'm staying home as long as I want' will be over already?" Neji followed him quickly – though he had a hard time with the Uchiha fast moves and sharp turns. It felt as if Sasuke was purposely trying to make him stop following him. "I have noting to do outside anyway."
"Would you be so kind to stop for a second?" the long haired boy grabbed the other's arm, as softly as he could and sighed. "Look! I'm afraid to touch you because I'm afraid your pale skin might rip off or peel! You're not even a human anymore! When was the last time you've seen the light of the sun? I'm even scared to think what will happen if you do! It might burn you, because you didn't saw it for months!" Neji let his hands drop in defeat.
"Great speech, mom. Can I go to the bathroom now?" Sasuke crossed his arms, rolling his eyes. "Have you seen your reflection in the mirror lately?" The Hyuuga continued.
"I don't think so, I'm turning into a vampire, you better watch out – I might suck your blood!" The Uchiha chuckled back.
It was right, though. But he would never admit it. He forget the warm feeling of the sun, the joyful color of orange and yellow, the smiling warm beams of light which curled up every morning into his face. But now it seems so distance, Sasuke thought to himself, it was just a push on the curtains however, he could face the light – he was living in a eternal winter couple of years now, nothing could unfroze the locks on the windows, to make fresh morning air come in into the dusty hallways and dark rooms (or at least he thought so).
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Naruto's eyes stung.
His blonde locks and tanned face were covered in mud. The cloths he was in were too, dirty. He supposed it was okay since he just dug his way into the surface. It was a bright sunny day; dyeing everything in blue and yellow, light and carefree.
Let's see now – he concluded inside his mind. He did not know where he was, where the Uchihas were, how long did he slept. He wondered where he can find some info.
After he looked up at the sun his face settled on a huge foxy grin.
Uchiha later, Fun now. He can revenge at the assholes anytime. Right now he was alive and kickin'. There is so much to do; the first thing is to get cloth! And then… RAMEN.
Oh, the joy.
"Go home, Neji. Stop bothering me."
Naruto's ears almost flinched at their own in the sound of the voices.
Sasuke pushed the door open but didn't risk himself to too much expose, the fangirls might be hiding, and now the sun always made his eyes stung. "Why don't you come over to my house, Hinata is cooking her famous strawberry homemade vanilla cake!" The long haired handsome man suggested.
Sasuke remembered how exactly the cake tasted, he was maybe 15 years old he last tested it. His mind already was speeding with Neji but he looked away. "Eat one for me." And the huge wooden door slammed.
Naruto looked how the long haired guy sighed heavily, shoulders slumped.
The other one was surely an Uchiha, the same proud yet cold scent dissipated from the mansion. Naruto smirked and underlined and crosse done thing off the list: Uchiha are staying (insert here a little arrow) here.
Neji sneered seeing someone on the tree, no so far away.
Must be another psycho fan – he thought to himself. Man, Sasuke's so popular he even has boys as fans, the thought amused him more. He started walking to his house, thinking about all the shit that's happening with Sasuke and never even thinking that Naruto followed him, not so closely – to get into the nearest town.
The first thing Naruto decided to do is to find cloth.
Though it was sunny, the wind was pretty chilly for the nine tailed fox and he didn't want to risk of getting sick during the night. Headaches suck. He had to look around, trying desperately to find how much time passed from his era. There were a lot of people making the street loud and busy. His senses told him not only human were among the crowd.
Demons.
Oh, yes. The fulfilling scent of rivals. He was a bit puzzle at first, didn't the humans sensed the demons, have they grow so weak? Or was it the demons that grew weak and no longer knew they possessed such a great powers?
It was the three girls that distract him from his thoughts; they were wearing the same uniform probably from the same school, they had different styles of hair. One of them was a demon (to Naruto's foxy nose) and in her hand were water, she played with it through her fingers, like it was something normal to do – the other one was a normal human she was smiling and laughing like there is nothing wrong and the third one was half human and half demon, she had these cute doggy black hairs to match her doggy black tail. Naruto blinked as they past him, giggling at his cuteness and chattering about something random.
He had to face the facts, time has passed and it seemed that humans and demons were in peace. A peace that was looking like an unachievable future to him, if it was talked in the past he had come from. Everybody were wearing weird clothing. People were talking to themselves while putting some weird little machine to their ear, they had funny bags, odd necklaces and shoes… and what's with the little man in the box who talked so firmly?
He didn't know why but he felt this huge urge to go and discover everything.
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Inuzuka Kiba had never been more bored than that day.
The sunny half-chilly-half-overheated days had sucked his soul dry and made him yawn louder than Shikamaru (who seemed to already asleep next to him). Gaara was the one to look down at the busy street and wonder as always – he didn't even seem to be bothered by the sun (Maybe it's because the time he spent in the desert made his brains into a blood lusting jelly, Kiba snickered) but nonetheless a little snicker didn't make his mood lighten. He wanted something new and exciting, like to get drunk. He flinched, Gaara would glare deadly at him, Shikamaru would say it's too troublesome and Akamaru would growl at him.
He petted the puppy and looked back at the burning sun. "Oi, Gaara! Would you like to get a drink?" He tried; maybe he'll get lucky today. "One more word about your obsession to alcoholic drinks and I'll kill you." The fuming cold green eyes looked at him dangerously. "I guess not." Kiba looked down at the street.
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Naruto had persuade himself he found a clothing store; it had a 'closed' and 'open' sign, and some strange name instead of a simple 'cloth store' as it always were, it had a lot of clothes inside it, just waiting to being picked up. He grinned happily; he would take what he wanted in force anyway. There were no shopkeepers at all, like it was abounded. It was chilly inside and it made him frown. He stared at the clothes and went straightly to where he saw orange with some blue. He was picky about this stuff. Laying his hand on the soft fabric his grin appeared again.
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"Oh man… a costumer; this is certainly not my lucky day." Kiba got up from the roof. "Shikamaru! Get your lazy ass up!" Kiba almost kicked the brown haired boy. "Neeh…ohh…g... Gaar…? WHA?" Shikamaru shot open his eyes, to see Gaara cocking his eyebrows and Kiba almost falling off the roof from laughter. "I did not dream about Gaara! We didn't do any- oh." Shikamaru cleared his throat.
Gaara looked puzzled for a second but before Kiba could catch the action, he shrugged it off quickly. "
Who said it was about Gaara?" The Inuzuka laughed, wiping the tears from his eyes, trying his best to breathe in the process. "Don't tell me you actually snoozed off and dreamt about him." Kiba tried to hold himself at consciousness.
When silence came as a reply he hugged the redhead's shoulders. "Gaara, have you ever thought about steady boyfriend?"
"Don't. KIBA!" Shikamaru walked after them throwing threats at Kiba, who were walking to the store.
Naruto walked out of the cabin wearing a black shirt with an orange hoodie and some black cargo pants. He examined himself in the mirror and then decided it'll fit just fine.
"… if you don't let me go, I swear I'm going to rip your hand off and then make you choke from sand and after you'll breath your last breath I'm going to bury you in the yard with your dog." Gaara growled. "Oh, don't be so mean, we all know you never mean your death threats." Kiba sighed. "Hey boy, are you looking for something special?" Kiba turned to Naruto who was about to leave. "No, I found what I wanted." Naruto opened the door.
"Oi, how about paying?" Kiba rolled his eyes. "What about it?" Naruto turned around. "I can pay you with a big scar to match your red strips you have on your face." Naruto grinned and walked out of the store, looking for something to do. "Wow there." Gaara appeared right in front of him.
"A sand demon, eh?" Naruto exclaimed, getting in the mood to kick someone's ass.
"Pay for the clothes, fox." Gaara warned.
"You piece of shit! You son of a…!" Kiba came running through the door about to attack, Shikamaru was holding him slightly, so the dog demon won't do anything he'll regret on. "Don't mind him, and just give the damn money. So troublesome…" the pony tailed guy yawn lazily. "And what if I don't have any money?" Naruto was preparing to battle. "You'll have to return the clothes. Duh, you brainless dumb ass-eater!" Kiba screamed.
"Kids these days." A silver haired guy put his hand on Gaara's shoulder. "You can't get any mission with out getting into trouble? What am I? Your babysitter? Sheesh…" Kakashi sighed deeply, his stare still into the book he was reading. "Mmm… Just a moment, I'll get to the end of the chapter."
Everybody penitently waited.
Naruto got annoyed. Shikamaru yawned. Kiba rolled his eyes. Gaara crossed his hands on his chest.
He mumbled something to himself eventually before closing the book and turning to Shikamaru and Kiba. "This is the last time I found you disagreeing with a client's client! Remember-"
"The client always right." The other three mimicked the older guy with growls of annoyance. "So I'm right about stealing the clothes?" Naruto seemed dumbfounded.
"Ah… yes…" Suddenly Kakashi's stare landed on the blonde boy, and he blinked. "Aren't you the Kyuubi?" He asked.
"Why yes! Yes, I am! Finally someone recognized me!" Naruto grinned. "Aren't you suppose to be dead about 300 hundred years now?"
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Usually at 7 pm Sasuke always got himself a drink of milk and an apple. It was dinner in the Uchiha manor. He would sit in the kitchen, watching the valley of Konoha spread beautifully before the windows in his kitchen. He had a pretty good view at all of Konoha. Darkness had fallen over the peaceful town and Konoha was covered with lights. Mainly yellows but there were some blues and some reds, and a few greens. He never had closed the curtains of the kitchen window; He didn't know why, but it seemed not necessary since the windows were opposite to the sun in the day hours and the trees had blocked all the light rays – but still he tried his best to avoid the room while it was daylight.
The glass was empty before he could continue his musing. He put the box of milk down, empty. Tipping his fingertips at it slightly so the box would fell inside the trash can. The Uchiha walked out of the kitchen, he didn't even know what to do next; probably watching the TV will calm him.
He felt really weird like he was missing something important. What day is it today? Friday, right?
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"Eh? So your 300 hundred years old? Is that even possible?" Kiba poked his finger in Naruto's back and shoulders, thinking that maybe if he'll poke hard enough Naruto will break into ashes.
"Not exactly. I guess his seal kept him 17 years old all that time." Kakashi was standing in the kitchen and waving the frying pan at Kiba and Naruto. "Too troublesome…" Shikamaru growled lying lazily on the sofa, not leaving any place for Gaara (who apparently, leaned on the wall). "So does it means we're stuck with him?"
"Kiba! That tickles!" Naruto giggled and jerked away from the dog demon. "How about that?" Kiba asked, pocking Naruto's waist. "And that? And this? This? That must be not tickle-ish!"
"I think Kiba already adopted him. Nothing we can do now." Gaara stated. "I agree!" Kakashi placed something that looked like food on the table and removed his pink apron. "I'm going to Iruka, he asked me to… to… um… to fix his pipes!" Kakashi smiled goofily.
"Right." Shikamaru nodded suspiciously. "So we are free and we can do what ever we want?" Kiba's eyes glowed and if he had a tail he would've wagged it happily. "Um... yeah, as long as I'll have a house to came back to. Gaara, I trust you – you're the oldest and I don't want to come back and see you all naked in a big pile! Bye!" Kakashi slammed the door quickly – Gaara's huge sand ball hit the door. "Pervert." He said before disappearing somewhere in the hallway.
Naruto found out that most of the Konoha citizens have big houses. Actually, Kakashi didn't have such a big house compare to others, but to Naruto it was huge, it had about ten rooms and that amazed the yellow haired boy. They had a huge living room and huge box with small people inside it and those little machines you can talk too, and new tasty meals you can eat all the time.
"You know what does that means?" Kiba ran in the hallway. Naruto blinked when he came out with some bottles. "Yeah baby! PARTY!" the brown haired bitted the cork of one of the bottles and spat it out quickly. "Finally! I've waited for this all day long!" he gulp at first but then just started drinking it like it was water, after he finished almost a half, he threw one to Shikamaru who took it with a frown and started drinking from it too. "Oi, want some too, Naruto?" Kiba asked, throwing a bottle to Naruto.
Naruto hesitated a bit before taking a sip out of the bottle, at first it was disgusting and he wanted to spit it out but then something warm grew inside him, and he took another sip to confirm it's because of the liquid and not because something else.
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"Fine! My turn!" Kiba said, not sure if he saw two Narutos or two Shikamarus "Well! I have a question to Shikamaru!" He almost yelled and Shikamaru put a finger on Kiba's mouth to shut him up. "d-don't! You'll wake up t-the sand gourd!" he warned and belched, what made Naruto burst into another fit of giggles. "You guys are awesome! Let's go dancing!" He giggled and stood up. "No! We're playing!" Kiba pulled the boy down. "So! My question is!" He started but Naruto cut in with a girly laughter which made Shikamaru giggle. "I said my question is 'do you want Gaara'?" Kiba asked formally, proud to finally let his question out. Naruto stopped laughing and looked over at Shikamaru who blushed. "N-NO!" Shikamaru shot a nerves glance at the hallway. "Well… maybe…" He blushed and looked away. "SHIKAMARU LOVES GAA-" Naruto sung out but a hand blocked his mouth. "S-shut up!" he roared and then belched again making Naruto and Kiba laugh. "Ha! I knew it! Let's go and tell him!" Kiba stood up and then fell down. "Or let's photograph him in his panties! So that Shikamaru will have something to enjoy from and we'll have fun!"
"Why d-do you think he sleeps in panties?" Shikamaru asked while they sneaked in the dark hallway with a camera.
"Be-cause! He's Gaara and he's all 'look-at-me-I'm-so-cool-and-sexy' but he is really a 'look-at-me-I'm-a-big-wanna-fuck-Shikamaru!" He exclaimed. "SHHHHHH!" Naruto tried to shush them and himself but soon found it impossible.
"Here's his room! Be quiet!" the Inuzuka warned.
"A-are you s-sure ab-bout this?" Shikamaru looked at the door knob.
"Let's do this!" Kiba determinately said and opened quietly the door.
It was quite inside and the window was opened; making a warm breeze in the room, his gourd was in the corner and the white, silky, see-through curtains were curling into waves by the wind. The sheets were all messed up and between them laid a redheaded boy in his boxers. "Shikamaru has a nose bleed!" Naruto pointed to Shikamaru. "Shut up! You'll wake him up!" Kiba whispered. Naruto put his hands over his mouth and muffed a single 'sorry'. Kiba turned the camera on and it did a welcoming sound.
Naruto was about to explode with laughter, while Kiba tried desperately to block the sound by shoving the camera under his shirt and Shikamaru was half whispering: "You'll wake him up! You'll wake him up!"
When the sound finally faded off (after what seemed like an eternity) the two demons and human sighed deeply and turned to the bed. All left on the wooden bed were the mess of the sheets and some pillows. The wind sent chills on their spins.
So quiet.
"What are you doing?" a voice asked behind them, they turned to see Gaara standing in his red boxers.
They didn't know if it was the alcohol or the fact Gaara was unloose and probably angry – but they screamed like a bunch of girls and jerked into different directions.
After a long silence Gaara crossed his arms like always and made Kiba and Shikamaru moan in fear and bury themselves in their corners. "Shhh! You'll wake Gaara!" Naruto piped from his corner. "Note: THIS IS GAARA! And he looks pretty awake to me." Kiba twittered back. "Do you think he's sleep-walking?" Shikamaru joined the twitters conversation. "Where is Gaara? Is that Gaara? Gaara's hair was always green?" Naruto looked at the green icy boy through the darkness. "Dude, his hair is blue!" Kiba retorted. "Are you two blind? It's red!" Gaara roared angrily. "Oh… if that's so then it is Gaara! Quick, Kiba! Photo-something him!" Naruto yelled, giggling. Kiba's eyes widen when he saw Gaara glaring at him; "You were going to photograph me?"
"No! It was all Shikamaru's idea!" Kiba pointed to Shikamaru's corner. "What? No! It was all Kiba's idea! He wanted to photograph you in your panties!" Shikamaru stood up defensibly. "But you wanted to enjoy it!" Kiba answered.
"Did not! You probably want the picture to yourself, you bastard!"
"Admit that you came here just to see Gaara in his panties, you big homo!"
"But it's your entire fault!"
"I came here because YOU didn't DISAGREE!"
"WELL, IT'S YOUR FAULT!"
Gaara sighed, every time Kakashi left it was the same; Kiba got drunk, did something stupid, got Shikamaru drunk and then the both did something extremely stupid – and like always they started yelling and arguing. Now they had another friend to join them.
"Are you really Gaara?" Naruto sniffed him weirdly. "You smell like him. Let's go dancing!" Naruto grinned and tugged the redhead by the shirt.
Gaara growled and took the boy by his shirt and pulled him up, so he'll barely touch the ground. "The only place you're going to is to your bed. And you're not going to dance in there – you're going to sleep."
"Noooooo! Not to sleep!" Naruto whined like a little child. "Naruto's still full of energy! See!" Naruto tried to escape the sand demon but failed miserably when the demon lifted him even higher. He struggled and tried to bite Gaara's hand but didn't even reach it. "FINE!" he pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. "But let's sleep together." He smiled and hugged the redhead. "No!" Gaara's eyes widen, he felt scandalized.
"Yes! And Kiba and Shika too! Just like Kakashi said!" Gaara turned to Kiba and Shikamaru for help.
"YOU WANTED TO KNOW IF HE SLEEPS IN PANTIES!"
"AND YOU SAID HE WANTS TO FUCK ME!" Shikamaru and Kiba were still fighting but after the last comment the both turned around pouting and raised their eyebrows seeing Gaara trying to remove Naruto from him.
"Let's go to sleep together!" Naruto exclaimed.
"I said No!" Gaara screamed.
"Kiba! Tell him we want to sleep all together!" Naruto turned to Kiba. "Actually, it's for the best! We'll tie him to the bed so he won't revenge us and attack us with his sand gourd!" Kiba explained,
"AND THEN WE'LL GO TO DANCE?" Naruto excitingly shouted, clapping his hands together.
"No…We'll go to sleep."
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Naruto shifted in the huge bed to Kiba's side, who took off the entire blanket, snoring quietly. Gaara peered over their side and then over Shikamaru in the other side of the bed.
He placed a cold finger over the brunette and pocked him until he wake up. His mouth were gagged and his hands and legs were tied together tightly so he had a only one free finger and he had to take a chance to get out of the mess by talking to the most reasonable one out of the trio. Shikamaru flinched by the coldness and turned around to icy green eyes (not to mention the black all around it), he jerked away at first but then sighed and blinked to the redhead. "What?" he whispered. "Mufflemham!" Gaara replied. "Do you want me to remove the gag?" Shikamaru asked, as quite as he could.
"Mham!" Gaara nodded. "Here." Shikamaru gently untied the gag. "Untie me now!" Gaara almost yelled. Shikamaru put a finger on his mouth. "You'll wake Kiba!" He whispered. The both looked over to the other side of the bed to see Kiba snoring and Naruto cuddling beside him. "Untie me!" Gaara whispered furiously, trying to do something with his free finger. "You promise not to get your gourd and beat the crap out of us?" he asked quietly. "If you'll untie me I'll… beat the crap out of you anyway… but I can try to be softer on you, 'cause you were so nice and untied me." Gaara stated, thinking on torturing the trio till they'll beg for mercy. "Softer on me, eh?" Shikamaru smiled. "I'll consider it in the morning." He closed his eyes again, thinking on Gaara softer on him – he'll kill everybody but he'll be softer on Shikamaru and psychically torture him until he'll commit a suicide… yeah, that's softer in Gaara's way.
"Let's make a deal; I won't touch you and you'll untie me."
"And what about them?" Shikamaru pointed to the other side of the bed.
"What about them?" Gaara asked, getting anxious to get out from the mess of ropes and wires. "How can you hurt the cute fox boy?" Shikamaru asked with pleading eyes.
"Fine, but I get to kill the dog."
"No! How can you kill dog?"
"You know what; I'll just wait until Kakashi will come back." Gaara growled. "As you wish." Shikamaru closed his eyes again with a smile on his face. He felt again the cold finger, now pocking his chest. "Just untie me, will you?" Gaara sighed deeply.
Shikamaru had to smile, Gaara maybe was a monster (a scary, freaky, sand monster) but when he was blushing he was kind of cute- even more, he was kind of handsome, now that you mention it, he's always handsome, and sexy, and hot and… "Come on!" Gaara pocked the finger harder in Shikamaru's chest.
Shikamaru carefully took his hands and started to untying the messy ropes that Kiba tied. "Shikamaru…?" Gaara asked, looking over Naruto.
"Ummm?"
"What about Naruto? How did he escape the seal? Don't you think it's a bit odd, he doesn't even seem troubled by that, or anything else?" Gaara asked again, looking on the sitting boy. "I don't know." Shikamaru presumed that the ropes aren't going to untie themselves even if he'll try really hard- after all, the one that tied them was Kiba.
"Oh, too troublesome!" the pony tailed guy just looked at small chair beside the bed and seek for his clothes in the pile, after getting to his pants he found a Kunai in his pocket and smiled while cutting the ropes. "Umm… thanks." Gaara robbed his arms so that the blood will flow back into his fingers. Shikamaru cut the ropes on the redheads pale legs too. His grin faded when he saw Gaara's blue hands. "Does it hurt?" He asked, sitting in Eastern squat opposite to Gaara, facing him.
"No… not much."
"Uchiha… bastards…" a soft mumble were heard and both of them turned to the yellow haired boy. He was innocently talking in his sleep. "Uch…i…ha…"
"Is he talking about Sasuke?" Shikamaru asked flatly.
UPDATED AND FIXED. :D review. Well end of chapter 1, I didn't have a good title for this one though.
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