Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Kitsune to Tanuki ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

The blonde kunoichi stood amongst the treetops glaring at the half tanuki, half human boy glaring back at her. She growled lowly. The sand shinobi had hurt the only person that mattered to her. She could care less about the pink haired slut pinned to a tree neither at his side nor the bratty kid with the weird tattoo running all over the left side of his body lying a few feet away from her most precious person. And most of all she could care even less about those pathetic fools running about what was currently left of Konohagakure. Let the invading Sand and Sound ninja kill them all. ‘Too bad I’m not there to watch,’ she thought. She would have loved to watch the destruction of this hellhole.
Lying unconscious beside her was the one she had been created from, one Naruto Uzumaki. The boy had put up a brave fight, managing to stall the psychotic Sand shinobi until she got there. Being what she was, she only had half the chakra as Naruto and was nearly out. She had used most of it on a genjutsu to try and trick the boy into lowering his guard. No good, he had dismissed it almost as soon as she had cast it. The rest of her chakra was used mostly in defensive maneuvers since he kept coming at her. Seeing that she was holding her own, the Sand shinobi started to laugh and began to transform even more into a tanuki, only his human legs remained. His entire upper body was that of a tanuki. Panting heavily, she could see her entire past flashing before her.
The earliest memory she had was one of white cloaked medical shinobi poking and prodding her with various nasty looking instruments. The girl, if one could call her that, had only been two at the time, but she had known instinctively they weren’t ‘nice’ people. She kept kicking and biting like the frightened and cornered kitsune kit she was. A satisfied smirk came on her face at the memory of giving her fair share of wounds to the scientists – some of which they still had fourteen years later.
‘Serves those bastards right!’ she screamed out bitterly.
The kyuubi container clone had never asked to be created especially only to be treated like some freakish experiment, even if she was one. Those who had made her had dared to call her a demon, which in a way she was. Whenever she got angry, she would suddenly sprout a pair of kitsune ears on the top of her head and a matching tail. Her hands would become claws and her canines would grow into a pair of deadly sharp fangs.
The blonde had been created from a sample taken from the infant son of the Yondaime Hokage after the tragic night of the kyuubi attack. “Root”, the super secret division of Konoha’s black ops known as Anbu and her current masters, had it done in secret without the Sandaime Hokage or the rest of Anbu’s knowledge, in hopes of creating an army of jinchuuriki clones to use should any of the other countries try to attack Konoha. That had been the ‘official’ reason the head of “root” had given his subordinates, but she could sense he had more sinister plans for her. After all, she’d heard talk of overthrowing the old man from a few of the more loose lipped “roots”.
She had been the only viable result to live beyond the age of four; all the others had either died from freak genetic malfunctions or the harsh training. She was the only one who had been able to access the cloned kyuubi chakra that resided in her at will. She had often wondered if her masters’ insults of ‘demon child’ and ‘monster’ were true or not. But it really didn’t matter to her for she chose to just ignore them most of the time. She had come to know that there was a time for everything and the answers she so wanted will come when they felt she was ready.
Unfortunately, this was not the time. Even if it were, she had more pressing matters at hand – saving her most precious person!
She growled again, letting anger fill her and fuel her chakra. A wry smile appeared on her face, glad that they hadn’t completely broken her. “Roots” were forced to lock away any and all emotions. That was one thing she’d never been able to master. It turned out to be a good thing for it allowed her to access her chakra easier.
A faint red glow began to appear around her. She was somewhat grateful for the Anbu bothering to train her, but despised them for what they had done to her over the years; the training of the Anbu was notoriously induced insanity. And she was, at least in the blond’s eyes. The boy laying at her feet had constantly tried to curb the constant bloodlust she felt whenever angered and for a while, Naruto was able to curb her more kitsune like traits. In her eyes, and Kyuubi’s surprisingly as well, the blond was an alpha. But now he’d be unable to stop her, thanks to the redheaded shinobi, should her own ‘demon’ get angry enough. The kyuubi chakra surrounding her was so bright it was as if she herself were a great ball of fire. If one had seen her, they would have barely been able to make out the fox ears and tail that had sprung from her body.
‘Naruto-nii...’ she thought, remembering how she had met the hyperactive shinobi.

Flashback
She had finally managed to escape Anbu HQ, feeling that she was now more than capable of taking care of herself. She couldn’t, no wouldn’t, let them rule her any longer. She had had it with the constant abuse from her ‘masters’. She was a kitsune, and everyone knew, kitsune were meant to be free. What kitsune loathed more than anything in the world was being confined. And she had to deal with it her entire life. All sixteen years of it.
The blonde kunoichi was running through the streets of Konoha looking for a safe place to gather her scattered mind and plot a way out of the village without being caught when she felt herself crash into something and ungracefully landed on her rear. Growling, she extended her fingers into claws, ready to eviscerate whoever it had been sent to ‘retrieve’ her, when a small hand reached out to help her up.
“Uh…sorry about that, you ok?”
The girl blinked; the anger and hate slowly turning into confusion when she glanced up at the owner of the hand. Before her stood a boy about the same age as her, he had the same spiky blond hair as hers, but it was a lot shorter. Her hair currently reached all the way down to her waist – none of her ‘masters’ bothered to care enough to cut it. Twin sets of sky blue eyes continued to stare as they took stock of each other. ‘He’s got the same whisker marks as mine,’ she mused in awe, this being the first time seeing him face to face. She couldn’t help but take in the lithe figure hidden by the baggy orange and blue jumpsuit. The slightly shorter blond also felt a bit self-conscious as well, for she could see the same blue eyes trying not to roam all over her body. She cursed at not grabbing a better set of clothes.
‘Is that what my Sexy no Jutsu looks like?’ the blond wondered, still unable to tear away from those matching blue orbs.
Of course she knew who the boy was. The kunoichi’d heard the scientists talk about ‘bringing the Uzumaki boy for further study’ almost every day she’d lived with them. She gave a small smile, glad that no one ever did. She didn’t want him to go through what she had. EVER. “Naruto Uzumaki,” she whispered, never taking her eyes off her original.
“Hey!” the blond boy said, obviously confused at her appearance. This girl even had similar taste in clothes. He couldn’t help but blush at noticing the black tank top and orange shorts she wore. “Who the heck are ya? Why do you look like me and how come you know my name?!” he demanded.
The blonde reached out to touch him; she was curious if their skin felt the same, when she heard a shout.
“There she is!” Whirling around, she saw several Anbu officers heading in her immediate direction. “Don’t let her get away!”
The blonde kunoichi let out a growl then began dashing past the still confused Naruto, determined not to get captured. If she did, it would mean more than just continued confinement, but more pain, more punishments.
She snarled when she felt someone grab her arm and slashed her claws at her attacker. He let out a short yelp, but refused to let go. She felt herself being pulled into an alley just as the Anbu ran past.
Confused, she glanced around and saw the blond boy from earlier. “I don’t know what you did to get the Anbu after ya, but I’m not letting you go until you explain why you look like me! Believe it!” She narrowed her eyes; the bloodlust raging through her brought on by the scent of her original’s blood. She let out another snarl and got ready to attack.
“Hey! I ain’t gonna hurt ya,” he said, holding his hands up defensively. “I’m on your side, ‘k?” Naruto backed off letting the girl have plenty of space.
Seeing he wasn’t going to be a threat the girl began to calm down and pant slightly, she’d been running all day, after all. “Why?” she asked. “Why risk helping me, Naruto Uzumaki?”
“I wanna know why you look like me!” he said again. He then looked away; she swore she saw something familiar in those identical sapphires. “And you… kinda remind me of me. Before…”
shorter blonde nodded. She knew all about the boy’s past. She’d even watch him while her ‘masters’ took her out to ‘learn’ from ‘the original’. The girl had seen him constantly beaten to a bloody pulp by the villagers. She silently fumed when he’d be shunned by the other children, ignored by most of the academy teachers whenever he asked for help, and called names by those who were too scared to join in the daily beatings. But the kunoichi felt a bit of pride when he refused to give up, refused to give into the hate and anger she was sure he had been feeling. There was also a feeling of jealousy at his ability to mask the pain with a constant cheerful façade, and jealousy at the two genin he’d been assigned to partner with as they slowly began to form a friendship with him.
“I’m happy for you,” she said, smiling sadly, “You’re free. You’re not alone.” With that the mysterious look-alike kunoichi ran off, leaving Naruto to stare after her in confusion and awe. “Hey!” he called after her, “At least tell me who you are!”
The girl whirled around in mid run and threw a kunai at him. Catching it he saw that a slip of paper had been attached to it. Carefully removing it, in case it was a paper bomb, he looked at it. It had only two kanji written on it ‘Whirlpool’ and ‘Twin’. “Uzumaki…”

End of Flashback

“Tsuin…” the blond boy moaned as he struggled to get up.
Startled out of her memories, Tsuin ran to her older ‘brother’. She gently pushed him back onto the branch. “Don’t move Naruto-nii. Kyuubi hasn’t healed you enough yet.”
“No way… I’m gonna… let my sister… get…” he gasped, fighting her firm grasp only to slip back into unconsciousness.
Tsuin felt a rush of pride and happiness at the boy’s words. Tears welled up in her crystal blue eyes at Naruto’s eager acceptance of her existence.
She had been terrified to tell him how she had come to be the next time they ran into each other; fearful that he too would hate her just like everyone else. It was only a month ago when Konohagakure had decided to host the Chunin exams this time around.
She had been living in the woods surrounding Konoha ever since her escape from Anbu, never staying in one place for long. She knew she had to keep on the move lest her former ‘masters’ learn of her whereabouts and force her to return. Curious as to why scores of ninja from other villages were pouring into the Village Hidden in the Leaves, she couldn’t resist taking a peek.
When Tsuin learned about the various tests set out to measure one’s strength, she used what Anbu skills she had to ‘dispose’ of a rather weak looking Sand shinobi and take on her appearance and place in the grueling exams. She had always wondered just how strong she was and the Chunin exams were the perfect opportunity to see for herself.
She had run into Naruto while enjoying a nice steamy bowl of teriyaki ramen. She even had purposefully gone to her original’s favorite ramen stand with the hopes of seeing him again. It was then that she told him everything. How she’d been made out of blood samples taken from him as a baby, how she’d grown up first as a ‘specimen’ then a ‘tool’.
The older blond had been overjoyed to learn he had a ‘sister’ and had kept on insisting that she stay with him, vowing to make sure she’d never have to suffer again. The next minute he was ready to kill every last bastard in Anbu for ‘picking on his baby sister’ as he put it. Tsuin couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same moment at her ‘brother’s’ sudden mood swing.
‘Thank you, Naruto-nii,’ she whispered, ‘For everything.’
Tsuin turned back to the tanuki, eyes blazing red and slitted now. She felt her hands grow into claws and her ears disappear into her skull only to reappear on the top of her now much shorter blond hair – she had it cut after meeting Naruto again, besides it was getting in the way –as a pair of reddish orange kitsune ears. A matching tail formed behind her and it was lashing about furiously.
“That’s far enough!” she snarled, “I won’t let you hurt my nii-san anymore!”
The redheaded Sand shinobi laughed. “Do you think you can beat me, little girl?” he sneered. “You are all weak!”
“I don’t think I can beat you!” she spat back, crouching down and getting ready to pounce. “I know I can!” Tsuin launched off the branch and barreled straight into the Sand shinobi. Sabaku no Gaara was knocked back several feet by the force of the kunoichi’s momentum and chakra. He slammed into the trunk, causing a rather nasty dent.
The Uzumaki clone wasted no time in landing punch after punch onto the thick hide.
However, all it had done was make a few cracks to appear on the boy’s body. Gaara laughed maniacally. “Not bad,” he jeered, “But let me show you how it’s really done!” He then roared and knocked Tsuin off the branch and onto the forest floor with one swipe of his enormous paw.
The blonde yelped as she hit the ground hard and winced as she heard her collarbone crack. ‘Damn!’ cursed, ‘I knew he was strong. I felt it the minute I laid eyes on him. But there’s no way I’m going down like this! Not after all I’ve been through!’
“NO WAY IN HEEEEELLLLLLLLL!!!!” she screamed and jumped out of the way just as the Sand shinobi landed where she’d been lying. Tsuin panted, pushing the excruciating pain she was feeling to the back of her mind. The bloodlust had been awakened and she wouldn’t stop till the tanuki boy had been drained of every last lovely red drop. “SHIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!” she howled and lunged at him again. If the bloodlust had not clouded her judgment, she would have drawn back and possibly distract him with what little jutsus she had left while she waited for the kyuubi chakra to heal her a bit.
But as Fate would have it, she was more animal than human right now. And a wounded, cornered animal would always act irrationally, especially when protecting its kin. Tsuin snarled and growled slashing and biting at whatever part of Gaara’s body she could reach. The Sand shinobi continued to laugh, very amused at this kitsune girl’s feeble attempts to kill him.
“See how weak you are, little kitsune girl?” he sneered, slamming her into a tree trunk then pinning her to it with his body. “Why even bother to continue to fight?”
“You hurt my Naruto-nii! You’ll pay for that!” she growled, struggling against the tight hold she was now in.
Gaara momentarily glanced up at the tree where the girl’s twin lay. He may have been slightly curious as to why there were two Naruto Uzumaki’s – at first he thought she was just another of his kage-bunshin, but it soon became obvious she wasn’t – it really didn’t matter to him since they’d both be dead in a matter of minutes.
“You fight for him?” he asked, turning back to the still snarling and growling kunoichi. “That is why you are weak. If you wish to be strong, you must fight for yourself and only yourself!”
“That’s a load of bull!” she spat. “Naruto-nii is the only one to accept me for what I am. I’m not gonna let you harm another hair on him!” There was a fiery glow around her and with a mighty yowl; Tsuin sent the Sand shinobi flying back a few hundred feet into another trunk. She bellowed then yet again lunged at him, aiming for what she hoped was his jugular this time.
Gaara knew that was coming and sidestepped out of the way at the last possible moment. Tsuin went slamming into the trunk instead, her claws lodging themselves deep into the wood, thus effectively pinning her to it. She desperately began to pull at her arms, trying to free herself wasting the precious moments needed to escape harm.
She felt an odd ripple of chakra and paused her struggling. She glanced up and saw that the tanuki boy had reverted back to the redhead Sand shinobi she’d seen at the beginning of the Chunin exams. He had an odd eerie smirk on his rather handsome face that sent chills down her spine. ‘I’m gonna die, I know it,’ Tsuin thought as she went back to trying to free herself.
She, now clearly exhausted and out of chakra, had managed to free one arm and the other was almost out. Just as she was about to finally get free, she felt the Sand shinobi slam into her again and yet again pinned her to the tree with his body, his hands pinning her arms tightly to her sides. ‘What is with this guy?!’ she fumed, ‘Does he have some kind of weird bondage fetish or something?!’
“I like you,” he purred into her ear, “You amuse me. No one has ever lasted so long against me.”
“Does that mean you’re not gonna kill me?” she hissed, struggling again in spite of the odd sudden heat pooling in her stomach that made her feel like melting into a pool of mush at that velvety voice.
“You will be my mate,” he said nuzzling her neck, causing her to ‘eep’ and shivers to run up and down her spine in the most strangely pleasant way. “I will make you mine.” He then began to lick the skin covering her jugular vein. A tiny moan escaped from her panting lips and Gaara smirked to himself. ‘She wants this,’ he heard the tanuki demon smirk; ‘It’s been a while since I’ve mated. This shall be fun.’
‘She’s mine,’ Gaara snarled back, ‘You will never touch her!’
“Back off perv!” Tsuin snarled, using the momentary lapse in the Sand shinobi’s attention to whirl around and slap him on the cheek then kick him in the stomach for good measure.
Gaara chuckled, obviously unhurt and unfazed by the kunoichi’s attack. “You are quite feisty,” he said smirking. “You would make a good mate.”
“Not bloody likely!” she snarled, getting ready for another attack.
“You will submit,” Gaara said emotionlessly as he directed the sand skyward.
Wary of the golden substance she eyed it as it shot toward the tree where her precious ‘brother’ lay. “No!” she whispered, realizing what the redhead had intended to do. She stared helplessly as Gaara’s sand returned moments later, the still recovering Naruto cradled in a golden cocoon. She whimpered upon seeing only his whiskered face remained uncovered.
Gaara smirked smugly at the girl’s distress. “You value this boy’s life, do you not?” he asked as if commenting about the weather.
Tsuin glared, torn between rescuing her Naruto-nii and murdering the boy on the spot – if that was at all possible. “Let!... Him!... Go!” she roared.
“You will be my mate?” he asked coldly. His teal eyes glinted with smug satisfaction at the kitsune girl’s fearful glances at her twin as the sand slowly began to cover his face. First the eyes disappeared, then his nose. Slowly, ever slowly, slithered the golden grains, the slight hissing sound they made causing Tsuin to bite her lip and whimper. ‘I win,’ Gaara crowed inwardly.
“Y-Yes,” she stammered, slumping to her knees, suddenly fatigued. “Ju-Just let Naruto-nii go.”
She heard him approach, but did not look up, not wanting to see the smugness she knew to be in those piercing teal depths. She winced as she felt him cup her chin and rise her face up. She quickly closed her eyes, hating how weak she felt in this ninja’s presence. “Yes,” she heard him say after an eternity of silence, “You will make a fine mate.” He forcefully yanked her up and pulled her close. Before she could do anything, he crushed his lips to hers in a very dominant kiss.
Tsuin couldn’t help moaning again at that fiery kiss. She trembled when she felt Gaara’s tongue slip past her lips and began exploring the hidden depths. Her mind was demanding she bite down hard on the intruder, smack him, fight back, do anything, but her body refused to listen. She was sixteen after all, an age where hormones wreaked havoc with a teenager’s emotions and body.
When he did release her, it was only to scoop her up into his arms, being mindful of her still aching collarbone of course, and start walking off away from the battleground. “Release Naruto-nii!!” she demanded when she noticed the sand was now following them, still carrying her ‘brother’ inside.
Gaara smirked evilly. “He will come with us,” he said in his usual monotonous tone, “He will make sure you stay.”
“Damn you!” she growled, a red fire glowing deep in her sapphire pools.
“You will stop that lest you wish for him to die,” he warned at her renewed struggling.
Tsuin glared at him, but said nothing, knowing that it was no use. She was now the prisoner of a very psychotic Sand ninja, albeit a very psychotic, sexy Sand shinobi. She let out a small growl at the hormones rushing through her. They were definitely not making things any better.
“Good girl,” the redhead said when she stopped fidgeting. He smiled as he began to search for his siblings. Yes things were going well for Sabaku no Gaara today. He got to wreak havoc, spill some blood – his favorite thing in the whole world – got pushed further than he’d been in a long time – thanks to these strange Uzumaki twins – and was now heading home to Sunagakure with a new mate – a rather cute and feisty kitsune girl.
The Sand shinobi blinked confusedly. Cute?! Where’d that come from? True, he liked the girl’s feistiness and determination. He even liked the fact that she had the same bloodlust as he; that had been a plus in his book; it meant he’d get to see more blood spilled! But why had he thought of her as cute?! ‘Damned hormones,’ he grumbled. He snarled as he heard Shukaku laughing in the back of his mind.
‘Admit it cub,’ the tanuki demon jeered, ‘She’s a looker. Even I’d find it hard not to mount her right here and now.’
’Just try it demon!’ growled.
‘Oh I will. I will. All I have to do is, wait for you to fall asleep, cub.’
Gaara snarled again, crushing his mate against his now bare chest – the blood red shirt he usually wore having been torn by his transformation. Tsuin whimpered slightly at the sudden rough treatment. Her blue eyes widened in shock at what she saw in his black rimmed teal eyes – possessiveness and a strange desire to protect what was his.
‘What the hell?!’ she thought.
“You are my mate,” he hissed, “Shukaku will not have you!”
She stared at him, now completely bewildered. “Shu…kaku?” she asked, cautiously.
“The demon sealed inside him,” said a rather irritated female voice. “Care to tell us what’s going on Gaara?”
Tsuin ‘eep’ed then blushed realizing she’d been seen being carried around like someone’s bride – which she in a way was, though very reluctantly.
“We are going back to Suna,” he said, “Leave it Temari,” he added in warning as the blonde Sand kunoichi was about to inquire about the girl blushing profusely in his arms.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” she muttered, shaking her pigtailed head.
“Yo Gaara, who’s the babe?” asked a Sand shinobi with his face completely covered in paint as he dropped down to the forest floor. The redhead just glared at his older brother, silently telling him to back off. “Ok, ok! I get it! She’s yours! Why’d he get all the luck?” The last part being muttered under his breath.
“That’s enough Kankurou,” Temari said, smirking slightly, “We’re heading home.”
“Right!” he said, following his brother and sister.



Sakura: I know I’m so evil.

Naruto: No duh! What is wrong with you lady?! Seriously?!

Sakura: Oh hush you! Don’t blame me, the story chose the shape, not me. I am a bearer, I am a dwelling, I am a messenger....

Sasuke: You’re a freak nutcase that’s what you are.

Sakura: (Glares) Anyhoo, lemme know whatcha think ppl, k?