Uzumaki Twins

Prologue

'Don't let it near the village!'

Ninjas jumped from tree to tree, some dodging out of the way of large claws, the others moving towards the giant wolf whose roar shook the earth, nearly pulled trees out of their roots and cleared the sky of clouds. Some even thought that the moon trembled in fear. The shinobi thought that the claws of the wolf were bad; its nineteen tails were another deadly force they had to keep dodging. The numerous tails moved at incredible speed, most likely the wolf was deeply annoyed. Silver eyes narrowed at the surrounding ninjas.

'How dare you! How dare you disturb my slumber!'

'It talks?'

'Don't let down your guard!'

'That is not all that I can do.'

Silver eyes took on a hypnotic purple. Soon all ninjas around were fighting each other under control by the giant wolf's gaze. The wolf looked at the fighting ninjas and snorted. A paw smacked into them and sent them sprawling against trees. Some of those that were attacked were killed from the smack, others died from the impact upon the trees. The wolf walked through the trees, towering them about three times the size of them and carried on towards the village.

The wolf paused when it hears a baby cry. Its paw was raised in mid-step, but now it placed it down with a loud earth shaking thud. The wolf raised its large head and sniffed the air. In the distance the sound of another battle raging filled its ears, but the crying baby drawn its attention far more. The wolf moved forward towards the sound, only stopping briefly to sniff the air before carrying on. Then the wolf came upon a building, the place where the source of the crying was coming from. Sniffing around the place the wolf settled on my place, in which she carved into my clawing it out with her claws.

The crying grows louder and the wolf sticks her nose inside and sniffs out the baby in the crib. Red eyes stare up at the wolf, the cry had stopped. Curious the wolf looks around for the mother and sees no one about. Growling sympathetically at the child, the wolf shifted shape and soon was able to stand up beside the crib. Reaching in the wolf nuzzles the baby and the silver eyes look upon the child with care. The baby gurgles and reaches out and touches the wolf's nose. The wolf's ears prick back and suddenly is looking around and seeing two people standing there with another baby in the mother's arms.

Growling, the wolf stands before the crib protectively.

The male, the father, spiked blonde hair and blue eyes stood in a white robe. The mother, holding another baby, had long red hair and grey eyes. These were obviously the parents but the only similarity was the red hair with the mother. But the two of them were not showing fear against the wolf. Instead they had understanding in their eyes. Almost as if they could trust their child with the wolf.

'We know you don't want to hurt her,' the father said. He was on about the baby in the crib the wolf was protecting. 'She'll be safe under your care.'

'We only ask of one thing,' the mother spoke. 'Keep her with her brother.' She showed the baby in her hands, a spiked blonde haired boy. He had markings on his face, almost like a fox's whiskers.

'But I am an enemy to your kind.'

'Demon kind or not, we understand your reasons. You were woken when you shouldn't have been.' The mother stepped forward. 'There must have been something in our daughter that made you pause.'

'She has potential to be something great.'

'We know you won't harm her. The mother instinct inside of you won't let you. You want to protect her like you would your own cubs.'

'I shall remain forever by her side.' The wolf looked back at the child in the crib. She was looking at her with her red eyes and a smile on her face. 'She reminds me of the female who fought beside me centuries ago.'

The daughter's mother smiled. 'Thank you for agreeing to keep her safe.' Tears pooled out of her grey eyes. 'I'm sorry my darling, but mummy has to go.'

Right on cue when her parents left, she began crying in her crib again, and not even the wolf could calm her. The child knew what was going to happen to her parents, she already knew and that was why nothing could ease her mind.

Hours later, in a cave nestling against the wolf's side, the baby felt her parents' death. She cried in mourning for three days and nights straight. The wolf did all she could to keep the child happy and content, but for those first three days and nights after her birth, after her parents' death, those days and nights were the only times the wolf could not have stopped her cries.