Chapter One: The (unexpected) results.
Well, the results were surely unexpected. I sat back in my chair and looked at the ceiling. I was 100 pure kitsune. Now a kitsune, for all of you who don't know, is a female fox. It sucks, doesn't it? Jiraiya looked at the doctor as if he had grown another head.
"But he can't be a kitsune...he's a boy!"
The doctor looked at us patiently and said,
"A male kitsune is rare but not uncommon when one's parents were both fox demons. What will happen when he turns 11 is that he'll grow a womb that connects itself with a hole just below the rectum. That, in turn, will make him able to reproduce but still maintain his essential, er, maleness."
I looked up at the crack in the ceiling and tried to tell myself that if I could just squeeze through there, then I'll be all right and all of this nonsense will have gone away; as if going into that crack could put me in an alternate universe where I would be a normal fox demon like my father.
"And what's the possibility of him passing this onto his children?" Jiraiya asked, having finally maintained that the doctor had not taken leave of his senses.
"If he delivers the baby then they will most certainly inherit this particular gene. If, however, he impregnates a woman and she has the baby, then there is only a minor chance of the baby inheriting the gene."
Jiraiya nodded and asked,
"And, will anything else form on him that I should know about?"
The doctor took off his glasses and said,
"Only if he gets pregnant. That will cause the breast tissue to swell with milk for the baby and will only recede after the baby is no longer feeding from him."
Now attempting to slip away into that crack...just slip...no, being pulled back...wait, no, must disappear!
"Okay, let's go kid."
I reluctantly follow him out of the office and sit next to him in the front of the car. My mind was still reeling from this...injustice. We stop at a restaurant and go inside to order. I sit at the booth and look despondently down at my boneless BBQ chicken wings. I have very little appetite, which is odd because I can usually go through about four or five buckets of these chicken wings in one sitting.
"Naruto?"
I look up at Jiraiya and see that he looks a little concerned.
"I know that you're concerned about your...results...but you shouldn't let it get to you. Like the doctor said, there are probably hundreds of male..."he looked around us before lowering his voice and saying, "kitsunes in the demon world."
"Yeah? Do you know any?"
Jiraiya shook his head and replied,
"But I do now. And you can honestly say that you're 100 percent fox demon. Proudly at that."
I nod glumly and say,
"If Sasuke doesn't hate me now, then he will when he finds out."
"If that Uchiha brat doesn't accept you for who you are, then he'll have lost a valuable friend. It's not your fault that you were born this way, so don't start burying yourself in angst and guilt."
I look up at my godfather and smile.
"You're right, old man."
"You're darn right I'm-hey! I ain't that old!"
I laugh as he continues to seethe about my comment and practically inhale my food. Not all of this might be so bad after all.