A/N: I do not own Jungle Book and Jungle Book 2

A/N: AU of the Jungle Book 2

Prologue

Shanti, a girl from the village, visited this river every day. She would carry a pot of water cautiously over her head, balancing her feet over the slippery rocks that trailed down to the water. She hardly ever encountered anyone on her errands. The jungle had always been regarded as a dangerous place by her people, and no one dared entered its dark embrace unless it was hunting season. Only when the hunters allowed to enter the jungle and nobody else.

Everything changed when on that day, Shanti met the boy. He had been a skinny little thing. She had caught him spying on her from a tree, naked, branch that hung, suspended, over the river.

Mowgli dangled from the tree, inching closer and closer to the edge of the branch. His reflection appeared in the water; drawing the pretty girl's eyes to him. She immediately blushed, seeing a naked boy for the first time in her life. Mowgli tried to copy. He leaned on the branch.

SNAP! It broke from underneath his scrawny body.

The girl giggled and Mowgli scurried off back into the jungle; watching from a safe distance. She balanced the vase of water on her head and headed back for the man village. Without thinking twice about what he was leaving behind, and forgetting the fact that he was nude, Mowgli followed her. The girl peered over her shoulder at the jungle boy. Shocked that he was not covering his body, with his little cock of a 10-year-old displayed in front of her, Shanti tipped her vase and watched it roll down the path stopping at Mowgli's feet. He picked it up and collected water inside. He reached his arms out of the girl to reclaim her vase. She looked at the jungle boy and headed toward the man village. Mowgli followed, attempting to balance the vase on his head. He looked back only for a moment to let Baloo and Bagheera know he would not be returning to the jungle. He thought only of himself and the way the girl made him feel something he has never experienced before as his manhood was hard for the first time.

On the way back to the man village, Mowgli copied everything he saw the young 10-year-old girl do; how she walked, interacted with nature. If she walked swinging one arm, so would Mowgli. Finally, they stopped walking. The two stood at the entrance of the girl's home. Shanti began to head inside. Mowgli stood unsure whether or not he was supposed to follow. She took his hand and led him inside. Inside stood a tall woman who resembled the young girl. She turned around to greet her returned daughter to find that she brought a friend, a naked friend.

"Shanti, you are late, and why is this boy naked?"

"He came from the jungle, mother." Shanti replied. The woman looked surprised as she looked at Mowgli, who didn't blush at all due to being nude in front of the females.

"What is your name child?" The woman asked the young boy.

"Mowgli."

"What village are you from Mowgli?" asked the mother.

"I do not have a man village," replied the boy; his cheeks full of food as he began eating it.

"No village?"

The boy shook his head; continuing to fill his mouth. The woman and Shanti looked at each other, puzzled.

"Where do you come from then boy?" The woman asked another question.

"The jungle."

"It's true," Shanti added.

"How long were you in the jungle for?" Shanti then asked the hungry boy.

"Well, as long as I can remember I guess." Mowgli released a burp from his chest.

"How...how...how did you survive all that time in the jungle; alone?" The girl became incredibly curious.

"Oh, I wasn't alone. I had Bagheera and Baloo." The mother and daughter exchanged glances.

"Would you say you know your way around the jungle?" Shanti asked.

"Well, sure." Mowgli answered smiling. Just then, an overweight middle-aged man with brown eyes, tan skin, and a thick black beard that completely covers his chin and cheeks entered the hut. He wore a white kurda, red dhoti pants, brown sandals, and a turquoise turban.

"Hello, Mohan, Shanti brought a friend," the woman told her husband about the boy. "Alright." Said Mohan as he sat down to eat. "He's from the jungle, darling." The wife continued.

"The jungle?!" Mohan inquired. The three nodded.

"So, you say you know your way around the jungle?" he asked, with Mowgli nodding in response. Mohan stood up from the table.

"Mowgli, I am Mohan, the village elder, this is my wife Messua and my daughter Shanti. How would you like to stay with us? I can teach you everything you need to know about living in a 'man village.' What do you say?" the father asked the boy. Mowgli looked across the table and Shanti. She glanced down batting her eyelashes, blushing.

"Yes."

"Very good," Mohan agreed. "But we have to get you some clothes, you're not allowed to walk around naked here."

And so, Mowgli began a new chapter in his life, the life of a boy living an Indian village, destined to become a farmer.