Charmed Kitsune
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NarutoxPhoebex Prue x Piper x ?
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''Normal Speech''
Inner Thoughts, Dialogue, or reading passages from books and scrolls.
(Quick Notes and Messages or Echoes.)
(Dark over lapping echoes)
''Boss Summons, Demons, Dark beings speaking, Demonic/Angry characters Speaking as well as extremely Dark spells and Magic.''
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Story Start
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It was yet another typical morning in the Halliwell household and Aubrey was holding another lesson. "In ancient times when herbs were added to foods, they were primarily included for their Magical or medicinal properties, rather than for their flavor. Much of this Herbal Lore has been forgotten, but with the popularity of mobile devices and computers there has been an increased interest of the Wicca Arts and Paganism.
Herbs can be used for purification, protection, banishing, divination, evoking and Spell casting.
I use a range of different herbs, tree barks, flowers, plants and wild herbs along with other ingredients in the Spell casting process. All are chosen for their potent magical properties and positive energies and are ethically gathered at peak potency and are selected for their powerful energies. A witch has to discover what works for them, whether we're talking about spells, potions, or any other kind of magical tool. What may work for one witch, may not work for another. It depends upon the individual. Its also important to determining the proper tool. You need to determine what color candles, herbs, oils, stone or any other tool will work best for a spell or potion you are creating."
"I once heard that the Full Moon plays an important part of our theology. Could you tell us more?" Piper coolly asked.
Aubrey continued, "The Full Moon indeed has some significance. The Full moon often coincides with one of the Sabbaths, when witches gather to worship the God and Goddess." Aubrey continued to explain more about the significance of the moon, herbs, and healing.
The lesson ended early though as the sisters volunteered to help prepare a party for a friend's son.
"So what were you talking about again?" Phoebe asked, turning her attention away from the birthday party plates to look up at Piper, who was standing at the end of the table preparing the napkins.
Piper glanced back at Phoebe. "I was wondering about our little arrangement. Like I've never seen Naruto with a wedding ring, and, we've never discussed marriage practices or children with him. I just don't know how to approach him about it." Piper clarified, her voice trailing uncertainly.
"Approach about what?" Prue wondered, coming to join her three sisters around the table.
"Piper's wondering how to put our lover on lock down." Phoebe answered with a teasing glance over at Piper.
"Just ask him." Prue pointed out.
Phoebe didn't offer any more on the topic and neither Prue nor Piper had time to ask before another woman joined their group.
"Hey, Prue." The woman greeted cheerfully.
Prue smiled sincerely, turning to meet her. "Hey Dee, how are you?" She asked, her gaze flickering to the young boy, David that followed.
Piper leaned down toward David. "Hey, how's the party going champ?" Piper wondered.
"Great, we're playing squish and squash and no one's been able to catch me." David gloated, receiving laughs from the three sisters. "Is the cake ready?" He questioned the same time Prue's phone jingle went off and she stepped away to answer it.
"Yeah, give us about five minutes." Piper replied.
David nodded eagerly. "Awesome." He suddenly turned and ran back to his friends. "Hey, guys, five minutes until the cake!" David announced.
Dee watched him leave before turning back to Piper. "Thanks for doing all this, Piper. I never would have been able to afford…" She trailed off gratefully and offered Piper a small smile.
"Hey, what are friends for?" Piper asked rhetorically. "Besides, it's worth it to see the look on David's face." Piper continued.
Phoebe's gaze followed David as he played with his friends. "He's a great kid." She complimented to Dee.
Dee smiled. "Yeah, I know." She whispered in delight.
Prue sighed in irritation, closing her phone and dropping it into her purse dramatically.
"Well, so much for my Saturday off. That was Claire. Something at the auction house needs to be appraised, so I gotta go." Prue announced. "I'm so sorry." She apologized to Dee.
Piper, Phoebe, and Dee frowned sympathetically. "Bye."
Prue waved one last time and started down the path that would lead her to her car.
The kids took turns throwing the ball back and forth between each other until one of them accidentally threw the ball too hard. It rolled into a surrounding brush and David chased after. "I'll get it." He called to his friends. David picked it up and started to turn away when he heard a soft 'meow' from behind him. He turned around only to have a pale-skinned, red-eyed demon grab him. "Help! Let go of me!" David yelled. The grimlock struggled to keep his hold on the child.
Prue froze as she was walking by and noticed the scene. "David! No!" She yelled, running forward and throwing her hands out. The grimlock and David were suddenly pulled apart and suspended in air. The grimlock and David dropped to the ground. Before Prue could get any closer she was pelted at her side by an orb of energy. The attacker shouted something at the grimlock which was unintelligible. The grimlock recovered and charge forward, grabbing David and running off after the trench coat attacker. Prue quickly dashed after them into the brush. She didn't notice the man that had been standing behind her and witnessed her powers.
The grimlock stopped in an open but empty field and waved his hand over the ground. A hole appeared and he jumped down, taking David with him. The mysterious attacker followed quickly after and as Prue ran to the hole disappeared and she was left in the empty meadow.
The police had arrived on the scene, questioning anyone that had any involvement. Piper was with Dee trying to comfort and assure her that David was going to be okay while Prue had just gotten done with being questioned herself. She joined Phoebe, not quite ready to face Dee yet.
"What did you tell them?" Phoebe asked gently.
"That I saw a creature with whirling eyes and someone in a trench coat take David." She answered.
Phoebe looked surprised. "And what did he say?" She wondered.
"What do you think he said?" Prue returned with a loud sigh. "He thought I was nuts."
Phoebe nodded as if that was expected. "Yeah, well, it turns out David's not the first one to be taken. An inspector told me that another boy disappeared yesterday in the exact same spot." Phoebe informed her.
Prue frowned thoughtfully. "A demon who steals kids? Does it get any worse?" She groaned.
"Yeah, apparently it also happened twenty years ago. Same park, two kids." Phoebe answered. "Only this time instead of it's been five."
"Did they ever find the kids?" Prue inquired.
Phoebe shrugged. "I don't know." She admitted softly.
Prue sighed again and glanced back to where Dee was standing with Piper standing on her right side. "You know, I could have saved him." She lamented.
"Prue, don't go there…" Phoebe pleaded.
"No, I should have been more aware of my surroundings. I shouldn't have just assumed it was one demon." was Prue rambled as Phoebe gave her a hug.
"Everyone makes mistake. We'll get him back."
"I guess. I just hope no one saw me." Prue mumbled. She turned around as Piper came up to join them. She stopped on Prue's other side.
Phoebe smiled faintly in greeting. "So how's Dee doing?"
"She's upset." Piper answered as if that should have been obvious. "Its so frustrating not being able to tell her who we are and how we can help…" Piper started.
"Well, the sooner we get to the Book of Shadows the sooner we can get David back home." Prue cut off Piper's train of thought before she started feeling guilty.
Phoebe nodded quickly in agreement. "An albino demon with whirling eyes sounds like a whole chapter to me." Phoebe commented just as Prue's cell phone jingle went off again.
Prue sighed loudly, irritably searching her purse for her phone. "I forgot about the appraisal." She groaned.
"Uh, it's okay, just go. Phoebe and I will look in the book and we'll call you if we find anything." Piper decided.
"Are you sure?" Prue asked while Phoebe took her phone from her.
Phoebe pressed a button and then hung up the phone before passing it back to Prue. "Don't you just hate cell phones? Always out of range." She quipped, winking at Prue mischievously.
Prue smiled faintly. "Call me." She pleaded before heading for her car for the second time that day. As she unlocked her car, the man that had witnessed her powers watched her with an eager expression upon his face.
In the Underground Storm Drains.
"Help! Help me! Let go of me!" David yelled as his Grimlock captor held him down on the floor. The second Grimlock passed by several cages, holding two other little boys and two little girls, on his way to David. Though, one of the other children was dismembered. It was a horrifying site, showing that one of his organs was missing and he was clearly dead.
As one Grimlock held him down the other held his hand over David's eyes. An electric blue light shot back and forth between David's eyes for several seconds. The Grimlock's reddish eyes became David's soft brown color. David opened his eyes which were now white and clouded. "I can't see… Why can't I see? Mom? Mom!"
At the Halliwell Manor Piper slammed the Book of Shadows closed. "Nothing." She hissed in frustration, suddenly getting to her feet.
"Did you check under whirling eyes?" Phoebe asked.
Piper headed for the cabinets and began pulling stuff out. "About an hour ago. I found demons with no eyes, demons with four eyes, eyes that grow legs, but no whirling eyes." She listed irritably.
Phoebe turned back to the computer screen. "I found some news clippings about the kidnapping twenty years ago. Ah, both boys were taken in the same place as David. And one of them was never seen again."
Piper rolled her eyes. "Oh great." She muttered.
"But the other one was found. It's right here. His name was, uh, Brent Miller." Phoebe had her eyes narrowed at all the food Piper was pulling out. "Look, honey, I know you're upset but that's not going to help you."
Piper paused and suddenly realized what her sister was thinking. "It's not for me. It's for Dee. I'm making her a care package." She defended causing Phoebe to roll her eyes. "Keep reading." Piper ordered.
"Brent Miller was discovered two days after he was taken, roaming the streets. He was fine… except he'd gone blind." Phoebe continued, trailing off uncertainly.
"Blind?"
"Yeah, he claimed some storm drain monsters stole his eyesight. Of course, the authorities believed he'd just caught a parasite." Phoebe went on.
"We can't tell Dee that her son might be blinded." Piper whispered.
"Well, maybe if I can find this Brent Miller guy on the web he might know something that could help us."
"I hope that works." Piper sighed, dropping back into one of the chairs.
"Piper, we're going to find David." Phoebe promised gently. She reached out and gently took Piper's hand comfortingly.
Bucklands Auction House. Prue sat at her desk, filling out appraisal paperwork on the expensive glass bowl that was in front of her when a reporter pushed the door of her office open.
"Prue Halliwell?" He asked.
Prue glanced up from her work. "Yes?" She prompted professionally, her eyes flickering back to her work.
The reporter slowly approached her while pulling out a business card. "Hi, Eric Lohman." He introduced himself. "Bay Weekly. Alternative press. Have you heard of us?" He went on.
Prue politely shook his hand. "Sorry." She apologized.
"Oh, well, you will." Lohman promised with a shrug. "Listen, I was hoping you might be able to help me with a story I'm working on." He explained.
"On the auction business?" Prue guessed, though mildly surprised.
"No, actually on magic." Lohman replied.
Prue quickly turned her gaze back on her work so as to hide her surprise. "Magic? Why would you come to me?" Prue wondered, forcing herself to keep nonchalant about the topic.
"I don't know, maybe because I saw you levitate two people in the park with just a wave of your hand." Lohman answered, smirking triumphantly. Prue didn't respond and Eric continued. "I take that as a 'no comment.'" He paused, waiting for her reaction. When she still didn't say anything, he just shrugged and started walking around her office, casually looking at things. "So, what are you anyway? Some kind of David Copperfield, Lance Burton, a freak of nature?" Lohman inquired, laughing at his own joke.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Prue lied emotionlessly, eyes unblinking.
Lohman sighed and turned back to face her. "Look, Prue, your friends call you Prue, right?"
Prue carefully stood up from her seat. "I'd like for you to leave…" She started.
"Well, tough, get over it." Lohman interrupted harshly as he advanced toward her. Prue's eyes flashed and she sent a dangerous glare at him. "I had my police sources check you out. It's interesting how your name keeps popping up in all these cases, don't you think?" He went on.
Prue rolled her eyes. "What does that have to do with anything?" She snapped.
"Maybe nothing, but if I wrote an article on it… it might look like something." He answered. He grinned when Prue had no argument. "Does your boss subscribe to my paper?" Lohman asked pointedly.
"Don't threaten me." Prue warned.
"What are you gonna do? Make me fly into a wall?" He laughed, openly mocking her. Lohman slyly pushed the glass bowl that Prue had been appraising off her desk. Prue jumped but forced herself to let it drop. She flinched when it shattered into pieces. "Oops, how clumsy of me." Lohman apologized, not sorry in the least. He leaned down and picked up the remnants of the bowl and placed them back on Prue's desk. "I bet that took a lot of self-control, huh? Not to use your powers." He guessed.
Prue took a deep breath to control her rising anger before responding. "You're a real credit to your profession." She allowed.
"You know, that kid saw what I saw too…" Lohman pointed out as Prue picked up the phone on her desk. "… Cops get him, he's all the corroborating evidence I need." He threatened.
"Security?" Prue questioned into the phone.
Lohman rolled his eyes and irritably hit the 'hang up' button on the phone receiver. "Prue, be smart. Work with me…" Prue slammed the phone back down and crossed her arms defiantly. "…I'm gonna break this story one way or the other. And when I do, I can either make you sound like wonder woman or the devil incarnate. Okay? Think about it." He ordered, pointing down at his business card before leaving without another word.
At Brent Miller's House. "Mr. Miller will be in shortly." The housekeeper promised, glancing back behind her to Phoebe, who was following close behind. She led Phoebe to the main room and stopped, allowing Phoebe to take a look around.
"Wow, what a great view." Phoebe breathed. Her eyes on the beautiful balcony that overlooked the ocean. "You can smell the ocean." She realized while the housekeeper nodded in agreement.
Mr. Miller walked in-in time to hear Phoebe's comment. "And hear the traffic." He agreed, stopping when his service dog did just in front of Phoebe.
Phoebe glanced down a little nervously at the dog as the housekeeper left back to the front. "Uh, Brent Miller?" She asked.
"That's what they tell me." Brent replied casually.
Phoebe smiled and held her hand out to shake. "Hi, I'm Phoebe Halliwell." She introduced, quickly pulling her hand back when she remembered he couldn't see it.
"Phoebe, allow me to introduce you to Helmeth." Brent continued, waving his hand at his dog.
"He's beautiful." Phoebe complimented with a smile down at the dog. "And so is this place." Phoebe went on, her eyes scanning the room around her.
"Yeah, well, didn't think a blind guy could live so well, huh?" Brent quipped.
Phoebe's smile turned to horror at his words. "Oh, no, that's not what I meant at all." She exclaimed desperately..
Brent chuckled softly. "I know you didn't." He assured. "I design software for the visually impaired. Life has been good to me." He explained quickly. "So, how can I, how can I help you, Phoebe?" Brent wondered politely.
Phoebe nervously glanced behind her to make sure the housekeeper had left them alone. "Um, actually, I wanted to talk to you about when you were kidnapped as a child." Phoebe answered.
"I'm sorry, uh, I'm not very comfortable talking about that." Brent denied his voice colder than it had been at first.
Phoebe nodded hastily in understanding despite him being unable to see her. "I understand, but I read a lot about it…"
"I said I'm not interested in talking about it." Brent stated firmly.
"Okay, but this just isn't for me…" Phoebe began again.
"I said no!" Brent yelled. His dog barked a warning and Phoebe immediately stopped talking.
The housekeeper came back from the front of the house. "Is everything alright, Mr. Miller?" She asked, eyeing Phoebe with suspicion.
Brent took a moment to compose himself. "Yes, Lucy, just, uh, show this lady to the front door." He ordered lightly. He turned away and took a seat on the edge of a nearby armchair.
Phoebe started to follow Lucy out, but suddenly stopped and turned back to him. "No, you know what? I'm not leaving." She argued defiantly. "It's happening again. In the last twenty-four hours several children were kidnapped from the same park you were… Maybe by the same monsters that took you." Phoebe explained.
There was a tense moment as Brent thought about what she said before he turned to face her. "It's alright, Lucy." Brent allowed Phoebe to stay. He let Lucy take Helmeth with her when she went back to the other side of the house. "You believe my story about the monsters?" He asked.
"Yes, I do." Phoebe answered softly.
"Why?" Brent demanded. "When everyone else has always laughed at me?"
"Well, maybe it's because I've seen my fair share of monsters and I haven't told anyone about them because I didn't want them to laugh at me either." Phoebe replied slowly. "Mr. Miller, I know you wouldn't want what happened to you to happen to these kids. Please." She pleaded.
Brent sighed softly and leaned against the nearby chair. "There were two of them. I mean, terrifying creatures really. They dragged me into a storm drain to a junction of some kind. They… held me down. I remember blue sparks hitting my face. My eyes felt like they were on fire and, uh, that's the last thing I ever saw." He related.
"Why do you think they took your eyesight?" Phoebe inquired.
"I don't know." Brent admitted. "But I remember them saying something about auras." He offered. Phoebe narrowed her eyes thoughtfully at the mention of auras.
At the Philharmonics Charity Concert. A crowd of people flocked out of the building as the charity concert let out. One man in particular was the center of a lot of attention as he left. Beneath the drain on the edge of the street, two Grimlocks watched that very man. A golden light had surrounded him, only seen by the Grimlocks. One of the Grimlocks clenched his hand and the man began to choke. His hands flew to his throat as he dropped to the ground with many people running to try and help. There was no relief and in a matter of moments he had died. The two Grimlocks disappeared back into the sewers completely unnoticed by all.
The Halliwell Manor. After some searching Piper and Phoebe finally found the entry they were looking for. "Grimlocks?"
"Underground demons who roam from city to city, killing powerful forces of good by seeing the unique auras that surround them." Phoebe read the entry.
"The stolen eyesight will last for twenty four hours as long as the children are still alive." Piper finished, turning her wrist over so she could read the time on her watch. "Which means we have less than fourteen hours. Okay, we need Schisandra root and thyme for a vanquishing potion."
"Piper! Phoebe!" Prue's yell shook Piper and Phoebe from their thoughts and the two hurriedly ran down the rest of the stairs to meet Prue at the bottom.
"Uh oh, I know that look." Phoebe pointed out with a glance at an obviously upset Prue.
"A reporter saw me use my powers in the park and he's threatening to write an article about it." Prue exploded as soon as she had their attention. She then spun on her heel and marched over to the window to make sure Mr. Reporter wasn't watching them or something.
"Does he have any proof?" Phoebe demanded.
Prue shrugged, turning away from the window. "Just what he saw." She assumed.
Phoebe didn't appear too worried. "So it's your word against his?" Phoebe pressed.
"Yeah, the difference is, his word is delivered to a half a million homes each week."
"Not only will we have to deal with the crazies, it'll be pointing a bull's-eye on our back for every demon and warlock for miles." Phoebe pointed out.
"Not to mention the media circus on our front lawn." Prue added.
"Well, we can't worry about that right now, we have to find the boys. I'm gonna go see Josh and see if he has a map or something of the storm drain system." Piper decided, grabbing her jacket off the hook by the door.
"Storm drains?" Prue asked, completely confused. Phoebe's look mirrored that of Prue's.
"I'll explain it to you when we go see Brent." Phoebe offered.
"Brent?" Prue repeated.
Piper suddenly came back from the Foyer. "Prue, the Book of Shadows says the only way to kill a Grimlock is to blind it with a potion made of Schisandra root… can you find some?"
Prue nodded hesitantly. "I'll try as long as that reporter isn't following me." She agreed.
"Alright then, we'll be back soon."
At the San Francisco Police Department. "Anything on the night sheet?" Andy inquired to his partner as he returned from getting coffee for the both of them. He passed one of the two cups to Darryl, who was flipping through a file.
"Medical examiner…" Darryl started, but paused to take the coffee. "… Thanks. Sent this over. It's Jerry Cartwright. A saint. Donated millions to the city's anti-drug program." He explained briefly.
Andy slowly sat down in his chair, appearing thoughtful at the case. "ME's saying he was murdered?" He asked curiously.
"Unless we tell him otherwise." Darryl replied with a shrug. "He's listing the C.O.D. as a strangulation. The problem is the man died in the middle of a crowd of people and no one saw anyone lay a hand on him." Darryl continued, passing the file to his partner.
Anything Andy started to say was lost when Lohman pushed the door open and sauntered in. "Inspector Trudeau?" He called, glancing around the busy room until he caught sight of Andy and advanced.
"Ohh…" Andy groaned, purposely turning his attention to the file on his desk.
"Eric Lohman, Bay Weekly." Lohman went on undeterred.
"He's all yours." Darryl allowed, taking his coffee and leaving Andy with the reporter.
"I know who you are. What do you want?" Andy questioned coldly, still not looking up at Lohman.
Lohman dropped casually into the chair across from Andy, his gaze following Darryl out. "Um, a cup of coffee would be great…" He started only to trail off when Andy sent him a look that clearly said to get to the point. "Okay. What do you say I pick your brain about Prue Halliwell…" Andy froze at hearing her name from the reporter but forced himself into casual indifference. "… Name ring a bell…? It should. Her name keeps popping up in a lot of your cases. Murder and otherwise. The frequency is quite troubling."
Andy dropped his papers on his desk and turned his seat toward Lohman. "Is that a fact?" He asked neutrally. "All of the cases have been solved and Miss Halliwell has been absolved."
Lohman nodded slightly. "Yeah, I got my sources, but the frequency is higher than normal. Cops love to talk. Especially if you pay them enough." Lohman explained.
"Get the hell out of here." Andy ordered, standing up and pulling his jacket off.
"So I assume you know all about Prue's unusual powers, right?" Lohman inquired pointedly. Andy once again froze halfway through pulling his jacket off. "Boy, that stopped you cold." Lohman chuckled.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Andy replied.
Lohman grinned and approached the cop. "Yeah, right, that's what she said too. Did you two rehearse your stories or what? I saw her in action at the park, Trudeau. She waved her hands and magically suspended that David Hatcher kid and his kidnapper in midair. It was, it was very cool. I just wish I'd had my camera…" Lohman lamented, pulling out a record player and pressing the 'record' button. "… Care to comment?"
He leaned forward as if he was going to comment. "No." Andy answered shortly.
Lohman irritably pulled his record player back. "Okay, I'll just change my story to a police cover-up instead." He threatened.
"I'm not covering up anything." Andy returned confidently.
"Really? Great. Then I guess you got nothing to worry about." Lohman replied sarcastically while Andy shrugged nonchalantly. "Just remember, I gave you a chance to work with me." He warned, leaving Andy to his thoughts.
Darryl came in a few minutes later. "What was that about?" He wondered, pointing back behind him where he had just passed Lohman in the hall.
Andy had turned back around and grabbed his jacket again. "Nothing." He answered, picking up the file on his desk and passing it back to Darryl. "You're gonna have to handle the ME case on your own." Andy explained.
"Why? Where are you going?" Darryl demanded suspiciously.
"I'm assigning myself to kidnappings." He responded before walking out the door without a second glance back at Darryl.
At the far side of town Naruto arrived to the destination where the note said to arrive. Someone appeared to know about his identity as Tempest and was black mailing him. It was a trap. So whoever was trying to black mail him didn't appear to be that bright. What could they hope to accomplish by trying to black mail him instead of blowing his identity.
He picked up the sound of crunching leaves as he turned to see three young women. Two of them were carrying vials in their hands. Upon closer inspection he realized they were witches. He had been set up. To his surprise one of the young women launched an energy ball at him to which he easily dodged.
Energy Balls was a power that was incredibly rare among witches. Naruto whipped his hand, sending a burst of ice hoping to freeze the witch in place when her strawberry-blonde companion jumped in front and deflected the attack.
Since the power wasn't one that only appeared once a generation Naruto narrowly dodged it because of being surprised by it. Before the third witch could toss the potions she was restricted. Suddenly two demons Flamed in and using their physical strength knocked the two witches aside.
"You are Tempest are you not?" the shortest of the interlopers asked. "My master is a fan of your work and wants to meet you. I am known as Diriel. I hope this isn't presumptuous, but could you give us an example of your fine work? We know you're working on the Charmed Ones and we wouldn't dare impede your work, but surely these no named Witches would make suitable...entertainment." the demon spoke in a suave tone.
Naruto found himself stuck in a tough decision. If he killed these demons he would setting off flags to this unknown master he didn't have information on, but he couldn't kill these witches. Especially considering one had the gift of Deflection, making her a high level witch. He would have to use a Genjutsu and hoped it held.
Seconds later a bright green light illuminated from the demon who called himself Diriel's shirt. He pulled out a necklace with a gaudy looking green gem. "As I thought it appears Tempest and the Charmed One's Guardian is one in the same."
With his identity compromised Naruto realized that he was going to have to kill all these demons and their master to keep it under wraps.