A Kitsune Riding on My Shoulder

A/N-This is my first attempt at writing any fan fiction story. I hope you all enjoy it and give me a lot of feedback about how I can improve!

BIG THANKS TO PYRAKITT! For telling me that my story link wasn't working! I owe you!


"Kyuubi talking"


"It's my turn to watch the brat." A cloaked figure informed his companion as he silently entered the white room. "Your shift is over for now, Ichiro, so go turn in your mission report." His eyes swiftly checked the room for any traps or threats that might be lurking around.

"You know you don't have to do that, Katsu." His partner told him exasperatedly, "I mean it's not like I would actually let something happen to the monster. No matter how much I may want my revenge, a mission is a mission." He sounded faintly annoyed when he said this part.

"Any changes you need to report?" Katsu asked as his companion, Ichiro, started to leave the room. Ichiro stopped with one hand reaching out for the door handle. Without turning he answered in a quiet voice.

"I'm not sure if it's important, but I did notice something strange." He finally turned around and spared a glance at the last figure in the room. It was a small child with blonde hair and blue eyes that was playing with a small stuffed animal. "Earlier he just stared at his toy without blinking for five minutes straight." Even though he was talking to Katsu his gaze didn't leave the small child.

"You mean that he just sat still for five minutes without blinking or making a noise?" Katsu asked doubtfully. The child was only two years old; it should be throwing tantrums and breaking things. Not acting like a docile little lamb that could do no wrong.

"I know it sound strange, and believe me it freaked me out but I swear Katsu for a minute there…" He trailed off a little unsure if he should continue what he was saying.

"What?" Katsu encouraged his companion to continue; now his curiosity was peaked.

"For a minute there," Ichiro continued in a whisper, "It was almost like he was listening to it and having a conversation with his toy." His eyes were wide with wonder and maybe a little fear. Katsu looked deeply into Ichiro's eyes; his friend was not wearing his mask because this mission didn't require secrecy. After a few moments he quickly turned away and hid his face from his friend.

"What's wrong Katsu?" Ichiro asked worried about his friend's reaction. Then he noticed how Katsu's shoulders were shaking and heard muffled chuckles. "Are you laughing at me?" He demanded incredulously.

"I'm sorry Ichiro it's just the look on your face when you said it." He answered through muffled laughter "having a conversation with his toy." He mimicked, still laughing quietly. "Seriously, if you don't want me to laugh at you then start wearing your mask."

Ichiro threw his hands up in exasperation, "Fine, don't listen to me. I mean what would I know anyway?" He walked out of the room shaking his head. "Honestly! Can't take anything seriously." He muttered to himself as he closed the door.

With that Katsu turned to his duty, his mission. To keep 24 hour surveillance on Uzumaki Naruto the vessel that held the Kyuubi. Not only to protect everyone from it if it broke out again but also to protect it from the people. Though why the Hokage wanted to protect a monster, he'd never know.

A small figure waddled down a long passageway. His small tuft of blonde hair bobbed along as he explored the depths of this strange and mysterious new place. His wide blue eyes probed deep into the shadows as he tried to figure out where he was.

He had never been outside of his room before but he seen lots of pretty pictures in some books that he had. But this place didn't look anything like the pictures, they were all pretty and colorful, this place was just dark and mysterious. Also there was nothing to show that he had actually moved at all after all that walking. There was just a hallway as far as he could see.

After walking for a long time his feet started to hurt, he had never needed to walk farther than from one wall of the room to the other. He sat down right where he was standing, making a small squishy sound as his diaper cushioned his fall. Grabbing his foot, he looked at it from all angles trying to figure out why it was hurting. Then, for the first time he noticed that something was blowing against him. He looked around trying to find out what it was but there was nothing there.

As the small boy sat there he realized that he didn't know how to get back to his room. He was lost, his feet hurt, and he was starting to get really, really cold. So he did the only thing he could do. He cried.

He let out a constant wail using all of his lung power to its fullest. Tears streamed down his face as he cried the loudest, hardest, and longest that he had.

"Will you just SHUT UP!" a voice cried from the other end of the tunnel. Looking up the small boy hiccupped and stopped crying instantly. He quickly forgot about the pain in his feet as he scurried off to find this new, mysterious person. As he waddled down the tunnel he noticed a faint orange tint at the end and sped up until he was running, for the first time in his life.

When he got to the end of the tunnel he skidded to a stop so quickly that he fell back on his butt. He looked up at the thing in front of him and up, and up and up. It was HUGE. It was a bright orange stuffed animal that had a snout and lots of tails. (He probably couldn't even count that high!) One big eye was pressed against the bars as the creature looked at the small human offspring in front of it.

"You gotta name kid?" It asked as it eyed him up. The little boy looked up at the big toy in front of him (that talked!) and pouted innocently.

"What a name?" he asked in a cute broken dialect that only children are able to achieve. The large toy regarded the child before rephrasing its question.

"What do people call you?" The small boy's face instantly brightened as he responded, eager to please his new 'friend'.

"Monster!" He chirped beaming up in pleasure. His face immediately became downcast when the creature in front of him growled.

"What else do they call you?" It tried again.

"Brat!" Was his equally useless answer.

"Do they call you anything else?" It was having trouble keeping its temper in check no.

"Old man says Naruto-kun!" The creature in front of him grinned, showing all of its teeth. 'Naruto-kun' beamed up oblivious to the razor sharp teeth less than a foot away from him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Naruto-kun. My name is Kyuubi." Kyuubi looked down at the innocent child in front of her. So pure and simple. And so easy to bend and manipulate for her purposes.

Soooo whaddaya think? I need to ask do you guys think Kyuubi should be a girl or a boy? I'm not really sure which I should do…… but anyway


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