The Charmed Kitsune
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Naruto x Halliwell Siblings
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Author's Note
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Due to me stupidly using both microsoft word and wordpad I got copies and mixups and confusion of a few stories and chapters for a few stories. Some incompleted some old, trying to get everything in the right order so I might have gotten a few things mixed up, if I got repeated segments or other issues let me know.
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Story Start
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Darryl and his impetuous rookie partner, Smith, were staked out in their unmarked police car across from the entrance of Fine Romance, a dating service known for its affluent clientele. While Darryl appeared indifferent, merely observing the comings and goings with a seasoned detective's apathy, Smith was quite the opposite. The rookie, caught up in the thrill of undercover work, eagerly snapped photos of each woman who passed by, a wide grin plastered on his face.
Smith's camera lens inadvertently focused on Prue and Phoebe Halliwell as they approached. "Oh, man. Look at the racks on those babes, huh?" he chuckled, his voice tinged with mischief as he captured image after image.
Darryl, following Smith's line of sight to the Halliwell sisters, felt a mix of annoyance and disbelief wash over him. His expression soured, a scowl taking residence on his features. He seemed to struggle with the urge to reprimand Smith physically but instead clutched the car seat, his grip tight. "Just do your job, Smith, okay?" Darryl snapped, his voice laced with frustration.
Smith, unfazed by Darryl's disapproval, insisted with a smirk, "I am doing my job, Morris. I'm taking pictures of potential suspects and if you ask me, those two suspects got a lot of potential." His gaze lingered on the sisters even as they disappeared from view.
"That's it. It's my turn to take pictures," Darryl growled, his patience worn thin. In a swift movement, he snatched the camera from Smith's hands, determined to steer their surveillance back on track.
Inside Fine Romance, Prue and Phoebe were immediately greeted by an overly enthusiastic employee. "Hi, welcome to Fine Romance. I'm Darla. How can I help you?" Darla asked, her voice saccharine sweet. The sisters quickly noted Darla's appeal among the male patrons and her pose, which seemed more suited for a photoshoot than customer service.
After a brief exchange of glances, Phoebe nudged Prue forward. "My sister, Prue, would like to sign up," she declared, forcing a smile.
Prue, caught off guard, could only mutter to Phoebe, "I would?" Her protest was mild but clear.
"Yes, you would while I look around," Phoebe replied, her attention already elsewhere.
Prue managed a polite smile, masking her reluctance. Darla, seizing the opportunity, grabbed Prue's arm and led her towards her desk. "Well, Prue, today is your lucky day because we are running a special. One year, unlimited access to our internet and video library with a money-back guarantee for only $3500," Darla announced, her enthusiasm undimmed by the staggering price.
Prue's shock was evident. "$3500? Okay, I could buy a man for that," she retorted, her incredulity clear.
Darla, mistaking Prue's astonishment for distress, leaned in with faux sympathy. "Oh, I can always tell the frustrated ones. You've been having man trouble lately, haven't you?" she prodded.
Prue bristled at the assumption, her irritation simmering just below the surface. The urge to retaliate with more than just words was strong, but she refrained, remembering the bracelet Naruto had gifted her recently.
Meanwhile, Phoebe's exploration led her into a collision with Owen, a man fresh from recording his own dating profile. Their awkward apologies quickly turned into a flirtatious exchange, with Phoebe using her charm to defuse the situation.
"Really?" Phoebe pressed, her disbelief evident in her laughter.
"Yeah…" Owen admitted, his embarrassment palpable.
Phoebe reassured him with a compliment, "You don't look like you'd have trouble finding a date."
"Ditto," Owen replied, charmed by Phoebe's words. Introducing himself as Owen Grant, he extended a hand, which Phoebe shook, triggering a premonition of him as the next victim.
The vision left Phoebe rattled, forcing her to excuse herself abruptly from Owen's company. "Sorry," she called back, fleeing to regroup with her sisters.
Back with Prue and Darla, the conversation had turned to Prue's supposed "man troubles," a notion Prue vehemently denied.
"Congratulations, Prue, your days of having trouble with men are over." Darla exclaimed while checking over the check Prue had written. "See you at tonight's mixer?" She suggested as much as asked.
Prue laughed at the situation she found herself in. "Okay, you know, for your information, I do not have man troubles. Financial ones, now, yes, but definitely not any man troubles." Prue ranted as Phoebe ran up to her.
"We're out of here." Phoebe insisted.
"She… you…" Prue stammered, pointing between Darla and Phoebe. Phoebe rolled her eyes and starting pulling Prue toward the door. "Okay, it's okay. It's started pulling, honestly." Prue called over her shoulder. She glared at Phoebe.
"Tell her." She ordered.
"She doesn't!" Phoebe yelled across the room, offering Darla a last and Phoebe ran into Naruto just before walking within view of the front door. "Naruto! Do I seem like someone who would have man trouble?" Prue demanded as soon as she saw him.
Immediately the blond's danger senses began going off. Someone set off his passionate lover.
"Prue, come on now love. Just your looks alone make you a knockout." He wrapped his arms around her. "Not to mention feisty, brilliant, and strong. Unless the guy's a beta that's intimidated by you, I promise you that you'd have no problem getting a guy."
A pleased smile formed on Prue's face as she stood up on her tippy toes and kissed him with a tender kiss. "Thanks babe."
A nonplussed expression formed on Phoebe's face until Naruto gestured with an open arm to include his other lover. "So, what's the plan?"
"Piper and Paige are looking into what the creature might be. Let's rejoin them cause if its what I think it is we'll need your help." Phoebe added.
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Under the ancient wooden beams of the Halliwell attic, Paige held the Book of Shadows aloft, her voice echoing softly as she recited a chilling passage. "When a witch renounces all human emotions and makes a pact with darkness to protect herself from heartbreak, she becomes a Succubus… a sexual predator. She seeks out powerful men who become helpless against her magic, then feeds off their testosterone with her razor-sharp tongue." The words seemed to hang in the air, a stark reminder of the danger they were about to confront.
Paige let the gravity of the description sink in before summing it up with a mix of horror and fascination. "So, this monster is an evil sexually-charged witch?" she mused, seeking confirmation from her sisters and their unexpected ally, Naruto.
"Exactly," Paige confirmed, turning to Phoebe with a reassuring smile, a glimmer of humor in her eyes. "And even better than that, it can't be you because you have not renounced all human emotions. I think we would have noticed…" Her voice trailed off, the joke shared amongst them offering a brief respite from the tension.
Naruto, ever the source of light-hearted banter, chimed in with a playful grin. "And I think I would notice a razor-sharp tongue." His comment drew a round of amused chuckles, the levity a welcome contrast to the seriousness of their task.
Piper, with the Book of Shadows now open to a crucial page, pointed out their next step. "Here's a spell to attract the Succubus and destroy it with fire." The ominous nature of the spell drew a grimace from Phoebe, her apprehension palpable. "A flaming death for yours truly?" she echoed, the fear in her voice thinly veiled by a weak attempt at humor.
Naruto's response was immediate and tender, his hands gently rubbing Phoebe's shoulders in a gesture of comfort. "Pheebs, trust in me and your sisters," he urged, his voice a soft murmur meant to soothe her worries.
The preparations in the attic were a testament to their determination. Piper knelt within a circle of chalk, lighting candles strategically placed around them, the Book of Shadows open to the page of the Succubus. "Everybody ready?" she asked, her tone cheerful yet underscored by the gravity of their undertaking.
Prue, fueled by a mixture of resolve and anticipation, voiced their collective sentiment. "Let's bring this new problem to an end."
Piper began the chant, invoking forces both celestial and infernal to draw forth the creature of darkness. As she spoke the final words, the candles flared dramatically, a brief but intense inferno that forced them to avert their eyes. When the flames subsided, Paige looked towards Phoebe with a mix of relief and 'I told you so.'
"I knew it wasn't you," Piper affirmed, sharing in the moment of triumph. Phoebe's exclamation, "I didn't burn! I'm okay!" was a jubilant acknowledgment of their success.
But their celebration was cut short by a deep, unfamiliar voice. "Uh, guys… I…" The confusion in the voice prompted them to turn, revealing a sight that left them speechless. Prue, their sister, now stood before them transformed – a man. The transformation was complete, down to the faint traces of facial hair and ill-fitting clothes.
The shock was palpable, Piper gasping loudly while Phoebe could only stare, dumbfounded. Paige's exclamation, "Ain't no way!" summed up their disbelief. Piper finally managed to voice what they all were thinking: "I don't believe it."
Prue, or rather, the man he had become, was quick to demand a reversal, his voice tinged with horror. Naruto's reaction, a simple face palm, was a silent commentary on the absurdity of their situation.
The standoff continued, with Prue barricading himself in his room, refusing to face the world in his altered state. Piper's attempts to coax him out, Phoebe's pleas, and Paige's rational suggestions were met with stubborn resistance. The idea of Naruto casting the spell, a testament to Paige's unspoken thoughts about his allure, was a brief moment of levity in their dilemma.
The discussion veered towards strategy, the necessity of confronting the Succubus overriding the personal crisis they faced. Their plan, a blend of caution and urgency, underscored by the unexpected link Phoebe shared with the creature, set the stage for their next move. The arrival of Fine Romance Dating Services into their investigation marked a new chapter in their battle against darkness, their unity and resolve shining through the challenges that lay ahead.
As they prepared to leave, Phoebe's interaction with Owen, a man caught in the crosshairs of their mission, highlighted the complexity of their task.
In the modern and sleek interior of Fine Romance Dating Services, Naruto walked confidently towards the recording area, his demeanor one of calm resolve mixed with a hint of apprehension. The room was softly lit, creating an ambiance that was both inviting and professional. The camera setup, though seemingly daunting, did nothing to deter his spirit. With a deep breath, he prepared to articulate his desires, a testament to his genuine search for a connection beyond the superficial.
"One of the most important things for me is commitment," Naruto began, his voice steady and sincere. "I'm looking for an equal, a partner, someone I can communicate with and share everything with. Nowadays, everyone seems so concerned about looks, money, status, and other nonsense like that. I'm looking for someone to build a life with." His words flowed with a conviction that stemmed from deep within, echoing the room's quiet corners.
Jan, the woman operating the camera, couldn't help but peek around the equipment, struck by the earnestness and depth of his words. "Can I just say… wow. You really know what women want to hear," she remarked, her voice laced with admiration and a touch of surprise. The genuine quality of Naruto's aspirations seemed to resonate, leaving an impression of rare authenticity.
Meanwhile, the Halliwell sisters were engaged in their investigative efforts elsewhere in the establishment. Paige approached the reception desk with a sense of purpose, her query directed at Darla, the employee managing the front desk. "We're looking for someone named Owen who signed up earlier today," she explained, her tone both polite and direct.
Darla, momentarily pausing her tasks, considered the request before retrieving a folder handed to her by a coworker. "Um, Dr. Owen Grant?" she inquired, trying to match the name with her memory of recent clients.
"Yes, I was wondering if we could see his file?" Paige continued, hopeful for a lead in their search.
Darla hesitated, her professional demeanor faltering as she met Paige's expectant gaze. "Sorry, those are classified, but you can view his tape…" Her voice trailed off as Piper intervened, her magical freeze putting a temporary halt to the conversation.
"She talks too much," Phoebe remarked wryly, seizing the opportunity to navigate around the desk and procure Owen's file without further obstruction.
The sisters diligently combed through the files, seeking clues that might aid their quest. Phoebe, her anxiety palpable, voiced her concern about Owen's safety. "Do you think the Succubus already got Owen?" she asked, the worry evident in her voice. "I mean, what if we're too late?"
Paige offered a reassuring counterpoint, her logic grounded in their unique connection to the supernatural. "You would know if we were too late," she pointed out, her confidence bolstering Phoebe's spirits.
"Yeah, you would have had a psychic flash or something from it," Piper concurred, her agreement providing an additional layer of reassurance.
It was then that Phoebe's gaze landed on Owen, a stroke of serendipity guiding her eyes. "Oh! There he is," she exclaimed, a mix of relief and excitement coloring her announcement.
Phoebe's suggestion to escort Owen back to the Manor for his safety was met with Piper's cautious skepticism. "You and him, at the Manor, alone?" Piper summarized, her protective instincts surfacing. The implications of misinterpretation lingered unspoken between them.
Phoebe's response was a blend of assurance and mild irritation. "You know I can take care of myself, Piper," she retorted, her eye roll a silent testament to her confidence in handling the situation.
With their roles and responsibilities clearly defined, the group disbanded to carry out their respective parts of the plan. Phoebe, seizing the moment, approached Owen with a warmth that was both genuine and strategic. "Hi," she greeted him, her smile radiating both friendliness and intent.
Owen's response, a smile mirroring Phoebe's in both brightness and warmth, marked the beginning of a crucial interaction. "Hi," he returned, the simple exchange carrying the weight of impending events yet to unfold.