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After the Fourth Great Shinobi World War ended, the world was experiencing a time of peace. The villages for once were able to live in relative harmony with one another as they rebuilt, and for once, all seemed to be well. The kage were able to live peaceful lives and soon began retiring, passing on the baton to the next generations. That is until an unknown virus infects the northern coast. The first to fall is the once powerful Raikage, Ay. While many thought this virus was a simple mutation of what may have well been the flu, no one would ever think of the destruction it would cause. Especially when it infected a certain Uzumaki Naruto.
With his death came the malice; with the malice came the destruction; with the destruction came the shinobi' revolt; and with the revolt came the sacrifices. The Bijuu became filled with malice that they sought to destroy the world. Shinobi sought a way to fight them and once again capture each of the Bijuu. Time passed, and a plan was devised. The Jinchuuriki would be sacrificed for the greater good of the world, and with the deaths of nine individuals, an uneasy peace began.
As time continued, the villages began to truly restructure. In a peace that would last 80 years after the downfall of the Bijuu, the world would see the creation of a great many things. Technology was beginning to take root and before long the blossoms that grew from the tree of the advanced mind would bear fruit. A many great things came to be. A railroad between the vast many nations. Mechanical limbs to replace lost ones. Radios that could reach between villages. Everything seemed to be becoming less reliant on the shinobi. Only the need for them never truly vanished. As with the growth of time, also continued the growth of malice.
There was a general sound of dissatisfaction coming from inside of Nayami's cloak.
“Shh... there there. We'll be close soon.”
Murky blue eyes peered out from beneath the hood, one hand keeping it on her head in the blizzard, one hand keeping the heavy bird close to her bosom underneath the heavy cloak. The very tip of the vulture's beak peeked out of the neckline of the brown cloth, very angry at the cold temperatures. Nayami could understand that. This country was cold enough; a blizzard striking didn't help in the slightest. At least she could walk on top of the snow.
Why was Nayami in the land of Snow, you ask? Quite simple. She liked snow. It was quite beautiful, even if the cold left something to be desired. The country was secluded from the rest of the continent which made it an interesting place to travel to. The people were different, the creatures were different, the food was different. Everyone needed a vacation once in a while, Nayami simply chose to take hers in a winter wonderland. Now, if only a goddamned blizzard hadn't struck...
She was finally free. Shiori tied her headband securely around her neck, admiring the shiny metal with the symbol of Yukigakure carved into it. She was a real shinobi now! Her tail swished excitedly at the thought of all the fun things she would get to do now.
First on her list was exploring outside of the village. The little fox had never been past the gates before, and she ached to go explore the snow-covered landscape. Making sure she has some nice warm clothes on - long pants replacing the skirt she preferred to wear under her kimono - she darted out of her apartment and toward the gate. The guards waved her past, and she quietly squealed with glee.
It was snowing gently, and the lands around her seemed to sparkle. The genin dove into the snow, sinking till only her tail, which stood straight up, was visible. Then she proceeded to roll around and get every inch of her and then some coated in the white powder.
Shiori was having so much fun rolling around in the snow outside the village that she didn't notice the oncoming blizzard until she was in the thick of it. She shivered, folding her arms over her chest. Then she stood stock still, staring in horror at the sight in front of her: a very large, very angry arctic bear.
The fox shrieked and ran as fast as her legs would carry her. Oh no, this wasn't going to end well... Through the thick snow, she sighted a larger figure. Skidding to a halt, she ducked behind the figure - a woman - and tumbled into the snow, scared red eyes peering around her legs to see whether the bear was still pursuing.
Because the blizzard meant a lack of both scent and sight, it was Nayami who noticed something oncoming before Vivvian did. From the cloud of white a figure of color burst forth—a child by the size—but the child wasn't the thing making all the noise. No, the angry call that was rapidly approaching belonged to something much, much larger. Nayami clicked her tongue in annoyance, the child having chosen to hide behind her legs. That meant she was expected to protect it or something.
Nayami's irritation melted instantly into cold fear when the massive, muscular beast burst from the white of the storm towards her. It had gotten much closer than the child before she'd seen it, for its fur was the same hue of the storm. The bird in her cloak yelped, talons digging in to her clothing. There wasn't time to run from the creature, so instead she ran through handseals, bracing herself for the heavy impact.
The crackling, screeching sound of the lightning was easily heard over the howl of the wind, but was drowned out by the howl of the bear. Using her left arm to stabilize her right, Nayami's hand plunged into the chest cavity of the lunging bear, its weight shoving her through the snow to the permafrosted ground. She discharged a heavy amount of raiton into the creature, causing a deafening bellow that was quickly drowned by lungs filling with its own blood. Under the animal's now dead weight, the rogue's shaking knees nearly buckled. That scared the shit out of her. A common misunderstanding about rogue shinobi was that they were fearless. But, anyone would be scared of a massive bear made of teeth and claws charging at them.
With a heave, the woman shoved the bear off of her, red blood seeping from the wound she'd buried elbow-deep into. The warm blood coating her hand and arm chilled quickly in the freeze, and she discarded the glove entirely, using snow to soak the blood in her sleeve and withdraw it. Making new seals, flame lit across her left hand, and she finally turned to look at the child.
“Think before you act, child. You could have gotten us killed.”
The “us” in this case was not Nayami and the girl, but Nayami and the bird that was huddled conspicuously in the cloak. Vivvian probably made her look very pregnant like this. Now that the crisis was averted, she used the flame to dry her sleeve, observing the child who lay in the snow. Young, female. A shinobi of Yukigakure, by the looks. A fresh genin, she'd assume, by the child's age. The fact that she was being chased by a bear led Nayami to believe she couldn't be anything of higher rank. However, through the blowing wind, an appendage was uncovered from the long blonde hair, and it made the woman pause. Looking closer revealed triangular ears sprouting from the girl's head, and the rogue's interest prickled in her chest. Well, well... what do we have here?
Shiori stared in awe as the woman easily dispatched the angry bear with a really neat-looking lightning jutsu. She must be really strong...
Her ears folded over as the woman turned and spoke to her. "I-I... I'm sorry... I was scared," she murmured, tail drooping. She'd just been fleeing, and the sight of an older person - who was likely a shinobi, given her attire and the way she moved - was comforting, so she'd hidden behind the woman without a second thought.
The fox got to her feet, brushing the layers of snow off her clothes and tail. She was already pretty wet, and she didn't need to get a lot wetter. With her luck, she'd get a cold and have to be cooped up in her apartment.
"Y-yeah, I'm alright... Thank you for saving me, miss nice lady." Shiori offered her a polite bow, tail swishing behind her.
"Y-yeah, I'm alright... Thank you for saving me, miss nice lady."
Once the sleeve was dry, Nayami withdrew her bare hand into her cloak and pocketed it. “Miss nice lady,” eh? When was the last time she heard something like that? What a laugh. The corners of her lips upturned in amusement. Looking down on the child, the medic took in her features. She'd stumbled across something quite terribly interesting, now hadn't she? Dipping her head in return greeting, she spoke.
“How does one such as yourself get lost? Your headband tells me you are a shinobi.”
"I just became a genin today... this is my first time ever being outside the village walls. I wanted to explore, but then the blizzard hit and I got disoriented and almost fell into that bear's den. A chunk of ice fell on her head, and she woke up and started chasing me," Shiori explained, looking a little ashamed of her rash actions. But everything had worked out alright this time, hadn't it?
The fox twitched nervously, looking up at the woman. Was she going to get in trouble for being out? Shiori had never seen her, and she didn't have a headband, so she wasn't from Yuki... but who was she?
"Miss nice lady, what's your name? Mine's Shiori."
The first time outside of the village? How interesting. The child was, admittedly, rather fetching. Perhaps she should stick around and learn a little more about her.
“You've learned your lesson now, haven't you?” she chided once the accident was explained. Nayami shifted her weight to one hip before stepping out of the holes made by being shoved by the bear's weight, disliking the way the child was looking her over.
"Miss nice lady, what's your name? Mine's Shiori."
Again with “Miss nice lady.”
“For now, call me Suzu.” Nayami walked in a half-circle around the girl, taking in the bright colors of her features. “Tell me, Shiori-san... what are you?” I'm much more interested in that than who you are.
She didn't know? A devilish grin slowly spread its way onto the rogue's lips, hidden by folds of fabric.
“Your family never told you?” she queried, continuing to walk around the girl. An affair with the local wildlife was an interesting notion, but not one that was likely. The chromosomes of humans and most animals were far too incompatible to produce any viable offspring, let alone something that could function on a human's cognitive level without being an abomination to nature. She'd tried. Once. But that was in the past.
Her bright grin faded slowly into a frown. "I don't have a family," she murmured, eyes downcast. "I never met my parents. I don't know if they're even alive, and if they are, how I would find them."
She was so very alone. No family, no friends - just an eleven year old fox girl living on her own, isolated from her peers because she was different. Still, she tried to be happy. It just didn't always work.
Her ears perked up when Suzu spoke again. "Do... do you really mean it?" she asked, somewhat timidly. Turning to face her, tail waving, big wide eyes looking up at the woman, she seemed hopeful.
Then there was a moment of hesitation. "But... I'm a shinobi of Yuki now... I have responsibilities and stuff..." Biting her lip, she pondered the woman's offer. She had never really had a caretaker; the workers at the orphanage didn't count, because they didn't really care. They just raised kids to be funneled into the academy as soon as they were old enough. And they'd been reluctant to deal with her.
"...I think I want to come with you, but I don't know if I can just leave like that.."
Nayami shifted the weight of the bird in her clothes, sliding down the scarf to reveal the smile that had become warm and inviting. Still, the child was hesitant. Understandable, but the woman wanted the little fox girl to come with her. The child would prove to be an interesting little toy.
“You don't need to think of your answer now. In three days' time I'm leaving, meet me then. I'll give you the address where I am staying when we reach your village.”
Nayami hadn't planned on staying within Yukigakure exactly, but if a shinobi from within its walls brought her in... well, that would make things interesting, wouldn't it? Keeping bundled up obscured her features enough that she likely wouldn't be recognized. And, even if she was, it was only a pity for those who found her.
“But do keep in mind, Shiori-san... you don't know what you are. You love your village, do you not? That is why you became a shinobi to fight for it. But what if you were a hazard to it? Asking to leave may cause them to find you a threat and lock you in a cell. You could be dangerous. You are a fox, yes?” Nayami replaced the scarf to hide the wicked smile that was marring the sweet one. “What if you have a relation to the legendary nine-tailed demon fox? It hasn't been heard of in decades, however the tailed beasts do not die. What if it was reincarnated within yourself, and that is why you possess the features you do? Wouldn't you want to find out? Before the beast takes control? You could be saving everyone in your entire village by leaving with me to discover the truth. Wouldn't it be a relief to find out if you were just a normal child with outstanding features? I can help you learn the truth, Shiori-san.”
Shiori nodded. It was very nice of Suzu-san to offer to care for her, and she appreciated not being forced into an immediate decision.
Her eyes grew wide as the woman pinpointed the reason she would be happy to leave her village. The reason adults ignored her and kids picked on her. Her ears folded, tail drooped, eyes peered down at the blood-marred snow. "I don't want to hurt anyone." Her voice was small, quiet, wavering. "I-I don't feel like I'm the demon fox, b-but... I've never seen anyone else like me, a-and everybody treats me like I'm going to go nuts any day now... Maybe..." She hesitated, eyes shining with tears.
There was a sweet feeling of satisfaction in Nayami once the seeds of doubt had taken root within the child. This would be easier than she thought it would. Of course, the girl would have come with Nayami either way, but making Shiori think she chose to leave by her own will would make future interactions more convenient if Nayami reminded the girl that she walked into it herself.
“There there, little one. I'm sure the villagers will miss their little mascot if you left. But remember, you're leaving to save them all. It won't be for forever.”
But the chances of you getting away are slim to none.
