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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.
“Miserable” would be an understatement to the way the Oto genin felt. Rain plastered raven hair to a miserable head, droplets of water trailing down the curves of large, drooping ears before falling to the ground to join its brethren. Izaya flailed his head, shaking the water loose as best he could in the drizzle, and shoved his furred hood over his head entirely. Water was getting in his ears and he didn't feel like dealing with people staring at him. His long-haired tail hung limply out the back of his coat, only the slightest curl at the tip indicating there was any life in the appendage. Keeping it down meant less stares, because the black tail wasn't readily noticeable together with black pants unless someone looked at his legs.
Why was the Enoki in Amegakure, you ask? Izaya had protested the trip. His last few encounters left him worse for the wear with opponents much too large for him to handle on his own. The last meeting involved a terrifying black demon whom blew clouds of black. Izaya didn't know what any of it meant, but he did know that about a week after the incident, his beloved Tsukizumi had fallen incredibly ill. It was unlike anything the catboy had ever seen before. Scared his partner was going to die, he was willing to do anything to help him get better.
It had been suggested he get a medicine that was only found in Amegakure, and for Tsuki, he'd go. The large mouse was left home in the care of his parents; the Enoki had faith that the pair would not chew on his little friend. Instincts were hard to curb, y'know? Who knew that better than the pied piper of the Enoki clan. Because Izaya was walking with his head down on the sidewalk, he knocked his shoulder into an individual as he passed.
“Sorry... lady?”
Large round eyes narrowed slightly to a more pointed oval shape before focusing on this person. Everything about this person said “male”—a quite attractive one at that. But the scent that came from this individual read female. Grey eyes, grey-streaked hair—seriously, why did people like the color grey so much? It was dull—and then there were two random streaks of blue. Weird. Dyed, perhaps. The person was covered in plenty of distracting elements, however, and the catboy realized he'd been staring.
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
you take your needles and sew my mouth shut but you will never hear the last of me
Kaede was on his way home, casually strolling down the street. When a person bumped into him, the tokujo was about to just wave it off and say it was no big deal but the younger boy was kind of cute and Kaede was intrigued. He wasn't a familiar face, so of course he was a little curious about what he was doing.
It was about then that he noticed the boy was staring at him, and his cheeks turned red. He wasn't wearing anything weird, was he? No... no, he wasn't. And he'd finally been allowed to wear his binder again, so the guy couldn't be staring at his tits. So... what was it?
"I'm not a lady," was the only thing that came out of his mouth. He wasn't quite sure what to say to the boy that was staring at him...
The male Enoki's red eyes scrutinized this person. The pitch of the voice was weird... but that meant little. What did mean something was the scent.
“You smell like a lady,” he said flatly, looking upward slightly to meet the pale eyes of this person. It didn't matter, especially, what was going on with this stranger, but it had piqued Izaya's curiosity as to why the woman was saying she wasn't a woman. Curiosity and cats, and all that jazz.
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
you take your needles and sew my mouth shut but you will never hear the last of me
His brow furrowed at the strange boy's response. He smelled like a lady? Automatically, Kaede sniffed himself. No, he smelled like a mix of cologne and aftershave (which he liked to use because of the smell even though he didn't shave his face). "Do not," he huffed. "And why are you smelling me, actually?" Now that he stopped to think about it, that was a bit strange...
you take your needles and sew my mouth shut but you will never hear the last of me
"Okay, first of all, you're a rude little asshole. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to piss off strangers?" Kaede asked, twitching. Who did this kid think he was? Man, the tokujo was already raring to kick somebody's ass; if the boy gave him enough of an excuse...
"And second, for the last fucking time, I am not a woman. Capisce?"
you take your needles and sew my mouth shut but you will never hear the last of me
Excuse given. As soon as the word 'estrogen' came out of the boy's mouth, Kaede decked him and knocked him flat on his ass. Crossing his arms over his chest, the man stared down at the little idiot that thought he was being clever. "Shut the fuck up about my gender. Do you get it now, or do I have to beat it into you some more?"
Izaya snarled when the knuckles collided with his head, getting knocked right down into the puddles of the street. His hood fell back on impact, exposing folded ears to the rain once more. They both swiveled forward to the assaulter, slitted eyes glaring.\
"Shut the fuck up about my gender. Do you get it now, or do I have to beat it into you some more?"
“What the hell guy!?”
He hissed, baring his pointed fangs, longhaired tail thrashing angrily against the puddles of the walk. Water getting into his upright ears, he shook his head to clear them, folding them back flat.
“I said I'd drop it, didn't I! I'm not saying you smell bad, even!”
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
you take your needles and sew my mouth shut but you will never hear the last of me
Holy shit the boy had cat ears and a fucking tail what on earth was this madness.
He crouched and reached out to touch one of the ears, not caring if the little shit decided to bite him or something. "Holy shit. Well... that's something you don't see every day," he murmured, cotton candy eyes wide. A large part of him wanted to just snuggle the fuck out of the kitty boy, because he was a kitty boy and cats were great and the guy wasn't bad looking. "How... Did one of your ancestors fuck a cat or something?"
Perhaps he needed a lesson in how not to be rude to strangers too.
"Holy shit. Well... that's something you don't see every day."
Izaya growled. What the hell.
"How... Did one of your ancestors fuck a cat or something?"
The growling grew louder, and four thin, pointy fangs sunk into the hand groping at his soggy ears.
“You do not get to punch me in the face then 180 and pet me!” The Enoki bristled, not that it was visible with the fur swimming in the puddles. “The hell are you, bipolar!?”
Izaya's tail curled around and slapped the bleeding hand away.
“Since you ask, yeah, they did. A lot of them did.”
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
you take your needles and sew my mouth shut but you will never hear the last of me
Kaede hissed. "Ow, you little shitfuck, get your fucking fangs out of me!" he all but screeched, giving the insolent catboy a nasty look. All he wanted to do was feel the ears and see if they were as soft as cat fur. Sheesh. You'd think he was trying to kill him or something.
"Maybe a little bit. I do what I want. Fangs. Out. Now." Actually, while his damn mouth was occupied... Kaede reached out his other hand and touched the ear fur. Satisfied with the discovery that yes, it was soft, he withdrew his hand. Then he looked down at the bite marks. "You better not be fuckin' rabid or something."
"Ow, you little shitfuck, get your fucking fangs out of me!"
Izaya's teeth grit into the flesh of the older male's hand, the ungodly decibel of the screech quite jarring to his ears.
"Maybe a little bit. I do what I want. Fangs. Out. Now."
Obediently, the genin's jaw opened just as the other hand came around to cup his opposite ear. He licked the taste of blood from his lips.
"You better not be fuckin' rabid or something."
There was another catlike growl.
“Rabies!? Do you think I'm some stray animal?”
He was downright insulted. Izaya had to say this guy was one of the rudest people he'd ever met; and that was saying something considering the run-ins he had recently. The catboy heaved himself to his feet, rubbing his lower back where he'd impacted the ground. As if he hadn't been wet enough, right?
“Which way is the animal hospital?” the genin asked again with a sigh. “It's kind of important that I get there.”
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
you take your needles and sew my mouth shut but you will never hear the last of me
Kaede eyed his bleeding hand with dissatisfaction. "You bit me. Who just up and bites people?" he pointed out. Had the cat, for example, punched him back, the man wouldn't have found it strange at all. Sizing up the soaked boy, Kaede snorted. "Actually, yes, you do look like a stray cat."
When the cat-boy-whatever he was was mentioned the need to go to the animal hospital, the tokujo barely stopped himself from making a rabies-related joke that he was sure the boy wouldn't have appreciated. "C'mon, I'll show you the way," Kaede say, gesturing for the boy to follow him.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “Biting and clawing is kinda something my people do instead of punching and kicking.”
He licked his lips.
"C'mon, I'll show you the way."
Lashing his tail once, Izaya followed the notlady to the animal hospital. The establishment was a lot larger than the one in Otogakure, and Izaya could see why he was sent here to fetch the medicine.
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
