What William Blake has to do with this story... I have no Idea... But there has to be some similarities somewhere (Auguries- the coming of a good omen, I believe. IE: Naruto) But this is the last chapter! Ahhh! Im so sad... yet glad (lol). How bitter sweet. But... I hope you guys liked it. See ya next time, till King Kyuubi!

Auguries of Innocence

To see the world in a grain of sand,

And heaven in a wild flower,

To hold infinity in the palm of your hand,

And eternity in an hour.

-William Blake

The sun shone over the prosperous village that was Konoha. It was renowned by the world as being the largest, most successful, yet merciful village. It was renowned by the other Hidden Villages as being the one with the strongest, most loyal citizens and shinobi. They hadn't had a member defect for more than a hundred years, it was said, after the outing of the last Uchiha. It was renowned for their heros, that would gladly die in battle if it was for the good of their village. But then, it was also renowned for the Hidden Village with the least casualties, the comrades were so loyal to each other.

It became known as The Hidden Village of Heros, for all it's loyal ninja.

Proudly the golden fox, lying peacefully content in the sunny, flowered Konoha graveyard, recalled all of this. He lay there contently next to a large grave, Yondaime's, his bright, glowing golden fur flowing with the wind like the grass he lay upon. A butterfly fipped its little wings around his long ear, which he flicked idly; the little thing didn't seem to mind, changing direction to flutter about nearby. Nine long, black tipped tails fwipped and swayed with the wind playfully. His laughing, benevolent blue eyes looked up over the tall green trees to the Hokage's faces carved into the tall cliff.

He looks on at the solemn faces of Shodaime, Nidaime, Sandaime, Yondaime, and Godaime looking straight out to the horizon, to the east, as if watching for a sun to rise over the village. And then, there was the Rokudaime, smiling widely with a foxish grin, his six whisker marks like deep trenches in the stone and hair spiking up all round, creating the highest point on the cliffside. He looked over the village with his foxy smile, silently guaranteeing he would protect them all.

While the rough old stone cut at the first five Hokages, giving their expressions a sharp stern illusion; the Rokudaime's seemed soft and laughing.

The golden fox gave a chuckle as he gazed upon Rokudaime's face. Such a silly looking face indeed. He paused, his ear cocking as if listening to a silent spirit of the graveyard, which he just might have been.

"Why I don't stay as Hokage?" He asked the spirit softly. An affirmative. "They don't need me anymore. It would not be natural for me to stay their Hokage until the village falls," He answered sadly. Contrary to popular belief, Rokudaime had been hesitant to take the position of Hokage. What if he did something wrong? Brought them to waste? What if they hated him? This of coarse had not come true and he, in the end, lead the village to paradise. "And I'm no Fox-Spit," The golden fox added merrily to the spirit. His nose rose indignantly in the air as he said it, giving him a faux bravo of cockiness. The air shimmered and fluctuated as many spirits laughed. A whole group of them. The fox slowly became solemn though.

"I love the village. If I stayed forever, they would not be happy. You know its love when all you want is for the thing you love to be happy. Even if your not part of that happiness..." The very air became sad along with the fox, as the spirits seemed to become quiet. The shining sun dimmed as it ventured behind a cloud. What used to be cheery, vibrant colours, dimmed morosely. Even the plants, flowers and trees alike, seemed to droop under the weight of the mood.

"But," The fox added happily, and the air, along with the spirits, perked again. Birds chirped happily and the sun shone through the trees brightly.

"It doesn't mean I can't come back after a while." The golden fox suddenly stood on long, thin legs, muscles shifting under his fur beautifully. His nine tails swayed in the air gracefully as he slowly walked forward, deeper into the forest. Despite his golden fur that almost seemed to glow at times, and the glittering sun above, the shadows cast by the trees quickly swallowed him up. He disappeared, and the world went on with it's ways as if he'd never been there.

Konoha is renowned for many things. But one of the most known things was their nights.

It was said, that over Konoha, every night, the heavens themselves blaze forth.

End