Story Summary: Madara, because he's not an idiot, takes about four seconds to realize he's been turned into a furry beast. Looking at his shaking legs, the black fur bristled up in agitation, he understands that he has no idea how he got himself into this mess. MadaTobi Fox!Madara, SEMI-GRAPHIC VIOLENCE.

Story Warnings: Graphic violence, cursing, blood, amorality, war, death, the consumption of human meat by animals.

so im back at it again with some creepy ass shit. i want to stress you pay attention to the warnings, especially since the human meat one plays a part in the plot of the overall story. i have this story completely plotted out and i should know how many chapters i'll have when i post the next one.

shi-bi no kitsune

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Madara, because he's not an idiot, takes about four seconds to realize he's been turned into a furry beast. He's too short to be a person and his limbs feel smaller all around. His muscles are grouped differently, especially in his back legs. He looks down and sees small, shaggy black paws, and confirms his theory to himself: he's somehow been turned into a beast. He has no idea what kind of beast he is, only that he has paws and four limbs.

He has absolutely zero memory of how he ended up in this situation. He had woken up only moments ago, mind groggy and disorganized as his consciousness swam up, leaving him confused. He had laid there for a long moment, just trying to bring his mind back to the present. He had tried stretching, getting his stiff limbs moving, when he had clued into the fact that something was wrong.

Looking at his shaking legs, the black fur bristled up in agitation, he understands that he has no idea how he got himself into this mess.

He can physically feel his ear twitch as sound suddenly floods his senses, a gradual increase that almost overwhelms him. He only barely manages to keep in a whimper at the sensory overload. He tries to scrunch up his face in some semblance of discomfort, but the only thing he manages to do is realize that his sense of smell if just as heightened as his hearing. To put it simply, everything smells green. It's an odd thing to think, especially since colors don't have smells, but green means grass and trees and soft warm winds on a bright, sunny day. Green means flourishing plant life and abundant resources. Green, he realizes, means so much more to him than he ever noticed.

As he looks around finally, trying to comprehend his situation, he realizes green means the border in between the Senju and Uchiha lands where he and Hashirama had once met so many year ago.

The large stream was trickling merrily in the daylight, bugs whizzing around as the leaves of the trees around him rolled softly in the wind. He took in a deep breath, breathing in green, before he forced himself up and shakily made his way to the reflective water. He stumbled on the rocks, wincing when a paw slipped and he almost tumbled straight into his head. He gains his bearings long enough to find his way to the edge of the water, poking his head over the stream to see his reflection.

I'm an incredibly fluffy fox, he thinks, bewildered.

He is black, almost unnaturally so, his fur spiked in a vague reminiscence of his own hair style. The only other color on his fur is a small speckle of white under his eyes, shaped in the lines that usually lay beneath his eyes. Every other part of him is pitch black, from his nose to the whiskers he can just barely make out. The lack of contrast makes his unnatural eyes pop out. They are curious things, he can't help but notice, a dark maroon color that almost seems as if his regular eyes and his bright red Sharingan have been mixed together. He certainly doesn't look natural.

He turns to the side, curious about how big he is, and is surprised when he sees his tail; or rather, tails. Four bushy appendages rest behind up, fluffed up in shock, They twitch behind him, all movement involuntary, as he dumbly stares at them. He is rather fluffy all over, but it just adds to his size, making him look larger than an average fox. He can't quite tell how much bigger than a normal fox he is, but he knows there aren't any foxes around here that look anything close to what he looks like. He tries to moves his tails through his own will, but can't manage it, a bubbling feelings of disconnect quickly making him stop.

He needs to stop staring at himself and instead focus on getting help. This is something he would definitely classify as an unusual situation, and he needs to notify his clan immediately, less they think something worse happened to him. Though, he thinks with incredulous amusement, this is still pretty bad. There wasn't a single chance that any of the Uchiha will think him a regular fox and he hopes that will get him into the gates and possibly in a position where he can somehow signal to them who he is.

With his destination in mind, he turns from his reflection, ready to make his way through the woods, when a screeching sound finds its way to him. He lets out a whine, unable to stop it from forcing itself out of his throat. His ears rings as he dashes forward, tripping over himself until he's cowering in the bushes. Any other day he would be disgusted with himself for his cowardice, but the sound of metal on metal means fighting and he's currently an animal with no means to defend himself; he'll hide all he wants.

There's more screeching and now he can hear the distinct sounds of leaves rustling and the thumps of someone running and someone else giving chase. To his horror, it is coming from the Senju side of the border. It isn't even ten seconds before a blue and white blur bursts from the trees, kunai flying after them as seven other figures emerge in pursuit.

Senju Tobirama has a slight scowl on his face as he twists out of the reach of a masked shinobi, his knee coming up to hit the nin square in the jaw, a loud crack heard on impact. The shinobi gives out a muffled cry before he collapses, his cries muffled as his hands reach towards his broken jaw. A kunai to the head from Tobirama quickly puts an end to the man's suffering.

There are still six other shinobi circling the albino Senju and Madara, now that he's not as clueless about the situation, takes a moment to watch the Senju at work. Madara doesn't interact often with the other Senju brother, most of his attention retained by Hashirama. They are a more even match then he and Tobirama when it comes to battle strength, so it is usually Izuna that fights the grim faced Senju. Seeing him now, without Hashirama to distract him, leaves Madara a little awed. He and Hashirama are powerhouses and each have their own style. Madara is like the flame the Uchiha are so known for, flickering around the battle and allowing the air to flame him higher. Hashirama is very much centered on the earth, steady and quick as he uses his Mokuton to allow him a wide range while still standing firmly in the same place.

Tobirama, Madara discovers, is a river as he dances around his opponents, striking fiercely enough the first time that they fall without needing any extra pressure. Each opponent he lands a hit on goes down right after, whether it's a strike to the head or a well placed kunai to the knee. Tobirama doesn't even bother using any of the higher powered water jutsu Madara knows he knows, so confident in his abilities to dance around his enemies.

Madara, despite himself, it highly impressed.

It's only because he is watching Tobirama so closely that he realizes that one of the shinobi has fallen back, a series of hand signs flashing as they crouch with one knee on the ground. It's the hand signs that make Madara realize that the shinobi that have been attacking Tobirama are from the Kurama clan. The Uchiha have had a standing alliance with the clan for a generation now, ever since his father Tajima Uchiha reached out to make an alliance. The clan specializes in genjutsu and Tajima had thought them similar in the sense that the Sharingan was so proficient at casting them as well. Madara as a sinking feeling in his gut as Tobirama dispatches another Kurama shinobi, leaving only two members of the team left: one that is standing defensively in front of the attacking Senju and the other nin who has just finished moving his hands. For a moment, a heavy chakra fills the air. It's considerably dark and it suffocates his smaller body. He has to force his lungs to move as he watches the man work his genjutsu over Tobirama's mind.

Technically speaking, Tobirama should be at a disadvantage when it comes to genjutsus. He is a talented sensor, the best that Madara knows of, so he shouldn't have a problem with sensing another person near by, triggering his brain into remembering that he was fighting, thus allowing him to break the illusion. The only problem with that is the Kurama clan is not your usual genjutsu based clan.

As a show of good faith, the Kurama clan had imparted a secret to Tajima in exchange for the Uchiha clan's protection: supposedly, once every few generations or so, a clan member will be born with such tremendous skill in genjutsu that their illusions will cause the brain to make anything that happens to the victim in the genjutsu manifest in reality, making any injury or death in the illusion real.

Madara watches Tobirama stumble and then freeze, a glazed look in his eyes signalling that he's fallen to the power of the Kurama nin's genjutsu. The kunai he had been holding in his hand falls through his fingers, clanging noisily against the rocky ground.

With dread, Madara watches as the once defensive nin unfurls, a wicked gleam in his eye as he approaches the frozen Senju. Panic quickly sets in. Madara can not just stand by while Tobirama is killed. First of all, Hashirama would be devastated. While they can't be friends anymore, Madara still cares for the oaf and hearing about his brother's ultimate demise would destroy him. Secondly, Tobirama is a smart man. If Madara can somehow help him, he doesn't doubt that Tobirama would find him fascinating. He was an odd creature to look at. The rumored scientist in the man would be aflutter with the four tailed fox that had made an appearance. Madara could very well use that interest to get his attention long enough to somehow explain who he is.

Forcing himself to move, Madara darted out of the bushes, zeroed in on the crouching shinobi's exposed Achilles tendon, and bit down hard. His teeth tore through the paper thin flesh easily, muscles snapping as he tenses his jaw. His mouths big enough that his front teeth nip the bone, a crack following as the momentum in his bite brakes through the nin's bone. With no reservations, Madara tugs, ripping the muscle away from the led. The man let's out a blood curdling scream, gaining the attention of his single ally.

Madara darts away, flesh still held firmly in his mouth, and he once more hides in the bushes, his body shaking with adrenaline. His mind feels like it's on fire, his tails whipping around behind him as he clenches his jaw. The flesh is soft in his mouth, the blood dripping down his jaw, and his tongue feels heavy as he tastes the coppery substance coat his mouth. With a harsh startle, he realizes he's started chewing on the flesh, like he's prepared to swallow it.

Horror at his actions swells in him and he spits out the meat, gagging with a hacking cough. He can still taste the blood in his mouth, nausea swimming in his stomach as he realizes the taste, to his fox tongue, isn't bad. In fact, he realizes with dread, it tastes like ambrosia to him.

A slicing squelch keeps him from having a panic attack, his thoughts abruptly brought back to the action that is happening in front of him. Tobirama has broken free from the genjutsu and he is deftly pulling out a sword from the standing shinobi's stomach. Madara's own stomach throbs in something like sympathy as he watches the man collapse to the ground.

The man Madara bit is still screaming bloody murder, his eyes bulging at the pain as he cradles his leg. Tobirama silences him easily with a sword through the head.

Silence.

"Hello?" Tobirama asks slowly. "I can sense you there."

With trepidation, Madara pokes his head out of the bush, looking up at Tobirama's blank face .The man twitches slightly at his sudden appearance, a white eyebrow raised when he finally registers Madara's form.

"A fox?" Tobirama mutters to himself, crouching down and slowly holding out his hand.

Madara stares at it, not wanting to approach the Senju but knowing that this is his chance to establish himself with the other man. Slowly, he walks forward, neck stretched out as he inhales Tobirama's scent. It's surprisingly pleasant, the scent of fresh, brisk mountain water overlaying a more woodsy scent.

"Four tails?" Tobirama breaks out, the usual blank face nowhere to be found as he openly stares curiously at Madara's swaying tails. He looks back to Madara's face and he tilts his head much like a cat would. He slowly moves his other hand behind him, slipping it into his pack.

Madara tenses and prepares to flee, uncertain as to what the Senju is doing. Tobirama simply shushes softly, bringing his other hand forward to show him a small slice of some kind of jerky. The gesture is a nice one, the idea that Tobirama would go around and sacrifice provisions for an animal that helped him, but it just causes the nausea from before to make itself known once again. The idea of meat is suddenly sickening to him, the memory of the warmth and the taste leaving him light headed.

"This is my way of saying thank you," Tobirama explains to him, holding the jerky closer to him, probably so he was more likely to snatch it up. When Madara just stares at it, frozen, Tobirama lets out a little huff before telling him, "You're supposed to say you're welcome when someone thanks you," and gesturing with his hand to indicate that Madara should take the meat from him.

Madara can smell it, a smokey flavor emanating from the dried food. Still, underneath that all, Madara can smell the gaminess of it and it just triggers him, anxiety flowing through him as he sways, his legs shaking. He sees Tobirama pull back, a concerned furrow in his brow, and he collapses, his vision darkening until he knows no more.

and thats it for chapter one! hope you were disgusted as madara was :D