Call of the Hunt

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"English"

'Thoughts'

(Spirit's Talking)

"Japanese"

o!o Scene change

/?/ Different point of view

/VV Flash back

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Chapter 1

He didn't understand why did he fail his test? What did he do wrong in the final exam? Though he's eleven years old, a year younger then when most make it Genin, he thought he was ready.

As rage of his failure surfaces, he punches the closest tree. His balled fist becomes red, he hisses in pain as he nurses his left fist. He feels a fiery rage wanting to be release. He starts off at a quick walk and within minutes, he's running flat out. He's not paying much attention to where he's going, only that he just couldn't remain where he was.

/?/Kyuubi

He feels the pull, a very familiar pull that brings out memories of how he got to this world from Hisil. He remembers his fight with Urfarah, how he was banished from Pangaea for attempting to rule over a herd of mankind. He was banished far from the boundaries to gurihal, so far in fact he couldn't even see Luna's light.

He never liked his host, something about Naruto always made him think of home, of the moon, and of Urfarah. Now he watches as the very fabric of this odd world gives way as Naruto races blindly through the forest, an odd rage that has nothing to do with him pumps though the blonde's whole body. To his amazement, Naruto passes easily through the familiar lands of Hisil and blindly, not even noticing the spirits around him, Naruto continues to charge blindly though crowds of different spirits until the boy breaks out of Hisil and falls into the realm of gurihal.

Familiar and alien smells of gurihal assaults him, even though he's in Naruto's body. Luna's very presents smoothes the merriment of emotions stirring with in him. Luna's in her crescent phase, he becomes aware that Naruto's not moving, simply kneeling on the ground, and then something occurs to not only Naruto, but to the door keeping him within Naruto.

Naruto's whole body shifts into a series of five forms, forcing Naruto onto his side. He manages to burst forth from his prison, but this doesn't seem to affect Naruto in the way it should. As he stands over Naruto's physical body, he begins to realize why the seal doesn't work as it should.

(His humanity, it's not his natural state…) He muses in the First Tongue. He turns as wolf like beasts begin to approach the child. He growls warningly, but this only causes the pack of twenty to eye him warily before they're attention returns to Naruto.

He unleashes a bit of his rage, his intent on killing them if they get too close. (We just want our new brother…) One of the new comers says to him. (He's not yours to have!) He snaps at the pack, he can see some spirit making itself known to him.

The speaker snorts. (Would you rather him become Urdaga? One of Urfarah's murders?) The speak challenges. He looks surprised at hearing that his banisher was dead. (So, that flea ridden excuse of a canine is dead, is he? Good riddens, saves me the task of killing him myself, and that's more of a reason to keep the kit from joining you.) He remarks, he notices how the pack bristles at the insult.

(How dare you…) Another of the pack says and he cuts them off, (I dare because I'm the Kyuubi! That flea bitten canine thought he owned both sides of the world! Since you side with him, I shall not let you see dawn!) He growls, he expands his size as he becomes materializes that stands just under seventy feet tall.

Without any warning, he lashes out with his tails, spearing those behind him as he attempts to attack those before him. The rage spirit materializes in the form of a tiger and attempts to attack him in order to defend the pack of wolfish beasts that might just be Urfarah's children. He allows the full extent of his rage to hit them, he learnt this technique from watching Ninjas use it to intimate others.

It works as all of them are so over come with terror that they freeze up. Before any of them can recover, he's killed them. He studies the bodies and then begins to consume them in order to hide their demise; he's slightly surprised to find that in death, they take the forms of men and women.

He frowns, he doesn't want to leave Naruto alone for the simple fact that he knows next to nothing of the changes this world has been through and he doesn't want to leave the gurihal since he prefers to have a physical body. He examines Naruto closely and in the end, found that his old cage within Naruto's belly was still there and that there wasn't a door to keep him in either. He sighs as he becomes more spirit then body and moves into that room.

With all the excitement and the battle, it's not long before he's resting in his den within Naruto. His meal slowly being digested within his gut, his dreams were filled with ideas of what he can now bring about without worrying about that wolf god being there to foil his plans.

/?/Naruto

He woke naked and he could smell blood, not his blood though, around him. He shivers slightly, more from the chill in the air then from the scene that greeted him. Though he sees blood, he doesn't see any dead bodies around him, which causes him to frown slightly.

He found he can identify about twenty individual scents; all of them had this common scent that's not coming from him. He finally gets up off the ground and looks around to try and identify where he was. He doesn't remember much from what happened last night, he blames it on the blind run, figuring it exhausted him before he was overcome with a sensation where his body was like liquid and was more then willing to reform itself into different body types.

He's careful on where he steps, do he doesn't get blood on him. He doesn't try and salvage his cloths, they were pretty much rags, that includes his prized goggles as well. He's aware of the odd sounds that's east of his position, so he heads in that direction, curious as to what's making that sound.

It's not long before he finds a guy riding on some kind of metal thing as it leaves a trail of cut grass in its wake. The man riding on the thing doesn't seem to know he's there and he manages to bolt pass behind the metal moving thing as it continues on its path of eating grass. His stomach growls as he smells pancakes on the wind.

He follows the scent, being careful to keep to the tree line so he's not seen. He notices more then a few things that made him realise that he's no long in Hidden Leaf, which caused a mixture of feelings swirl within him. He's pauses as he finds a large black path with lines of paint on it.

He keeps to the tree line and almost jumps as some noisy red thing on wheels, reminding him strongly of the metal thing that was eating grass, moves on the wide black rock path with lines on it. A few more also appear, but were heading the opposite direction and were much farther away from him. He studies this for a time; he begins to understand something of what's going on in front of him.

Once he's sure that nothing was coming from his right or his left, he runs across the black rock path and manages to make it to the tree line on the other side. He lost the scent, but he notices houses a few miles from the path with fences. He frowns as he realises that his nakedness will most likely attract unwanted attention.

He makes a familiar hand seal for Henge. He releases some Chakra but nothing happens. He grumbles to himself as he begins to wonder what's going on with his Chakra, since it's there but not obeying what he wants it to do.

He takes a deep, calming breathe and begins to look within himself in order to find what's going on. He finds something he knows causes change and brings up a small form. His body explodes with fur as his body shrinks and reshapes itself into something a kin to a canine, not as big as some of those dogs that Inuzukas were known for breeding.

He finds himself in the body of a wolf, a dusty golden wolf with dashes of black and white. He sighs, deciding that for now, he'll make do with this body since he doubts few can tell he's actually a wolf… He loops towards the distant houses, glad that he's no longer skin naked or chilly now that he has a fur coat to protect him from the morning chill.

Once he reaches the first fenced yard, he easily leaps over it since it's about four feet tall. He finds plenty of interesting things in said yard but he's looking for either something to eat or something to wear, so he heads to the side of the house, once more leaping over a fence. He pauses as he finds one of those black path travelers resting on the grey stone slop.

He sniffs the tires, the sides of the thing, he can tell it belongs to at least two people since that's the smells that he's picking up from either sides. Once he's sure that it's not going to attack him or move, he turns his attention to what's behind the coloured metal rolling thing. Once more he spots the familiar black rock path, only it looks more worn out then the one he crossed.

He notices a few people walking about in colourful cloths, a few glance his way but other wise dismiss his presence as they continue walking on the segmented path that lines either side of the black rock path. He takes his time since he can smell loads of things and doesn't know just what to investigate first.

He glances down one side of the black rock path and then the other. In the end, he decided to try his luck to where there are different kinds of buildings figuring that if he remains around these houses, someone might call animal control to root him out. With his mind made up, he trots off in his chosen direction, hoping that he'll find both clothing and food where he's heading.

o!o

He found food long before he found anything to dress up in. He noticed cloth lines between apartment buildings, none of which looked like they'd fit him though so he didn't pay them more then a glance. It had taken him most of the morning to get to this busy area of this place that he might call a city or village, he's never been out of Hidden Leaf before so he doesn't know if this was classified as a city or not.

As the sun traveled through the sky, more and more people became active and a large variety of metal rolling things became more common then he expected. He also discovered that those metal curved posts with lights on them seem to have the power to direct which metal things can move across intersections of black rock paths with painted lines. He also observed people walking in between twin lines as the metal curved posts direct the set of metal things to move parallel of the walkers.

This relieved him since it meant that people had considered walkers walking across the black rock path. He almost began to wonder if people living here were insane or just plain unstable, but then as he watches people enter and exit out of those colourful metal things, he's still unsure if they're not insane since he doesn't see the point of using those metal things to travel around either. He also found that they don't speak a language he understands in the slightest, though he has heard whispers on the wind that he knows wasn't his native tongue but he understands most of it none the less.

He's getting tired of all this traveling around, he hasn't a clue to how far he is from where he started but he's sure that taking a bit of a rest in an alley was in order, if only to help give him a chance to recover from all this walking around he's been doing. He finds a nice spot where the crowds won't find him and curls up into a ball. He closes his eyes and within seconds, he's in a deep sleep.

o!o

He woke as the sun was setting. He stretches out like a cat, he then glances around to asses what's going on around him. He gives himself a shake and then walks towards the segmented path where people walk. He stay alert as he walking down the path. In time, he finds another restaurant and he slips by the back kitchen door. He watches the activity going on, he smells some raw bloody meat a few times, he watches as the chiefs put the slabs of meat onto a grill, cooking the meat.

But he's patient and when two slabs were unattended, he slips into the kitchen and manages to gulp one down and take off with the other steak before anyone enters into the kitchen. Once he's a few miles away, he savours the second steak, he would be purring with pleasure if he were a cat. He licks his forepaws clearing of the blood before he heads off on his quest for cloths.

He passes by many different numbers of humans on his continuing quest to find something to wear. His ears perk as he hears a slightly different dialect of his native tongue. He slows up and glances across the street to find a group of teens chatting about robbing a place. He opts to follow the gang, hoping to find what he's looking for as well as someone to explain the things he's seen.

The group of eight take to the back ways, he finds it's a challenge to stalk the group without them knowing he's doing so. Doing so stirs something in him for some unknown reason, but it gives him a chance to try out his tracking skills, though he finds it easy to follow their trail since he has taken time to remember their scent. He notices how jumpy the gang was getting from their scent; he slows down before picking up his pace once more.

As expected, when he had slowed up, the gang seem to think they're just being paranoid; therefore, they brush it off with some joking. While the fact that they were fear was intoxicating, he reminds himself that he's following them for a different reason and he should try and keep his distance from them. He's glad they finally made it to their destination, which was some kind of store, from the looks of it; it's closed since there wasn't any light coming through the window.

The gang breaks through the back door, they headed straight to get cash as well as to grab what they wanted from the store's inventory. Once they're gone, he slips into the building and examines what's inside. Soon he finds some cloths in the back that most likely will fit him, though he couldn't find underwear.

He picks out a plain white shirt, a black vest, faded blue pants that were made out of some kind of tough fabric, socks, and sandals. He leaves the store before someone investigates the break in. He heads off in the general direction that the gang took off in.

After wondering about aimlessly, he finally came across a written language he's familiar with. Soon he finds others speaking different dialects of his native tongue, something which reassured him that he's not alone in the world. He finds an open café and settles down at a table with a book that the store supplies. It's not long before he realises that the manga is more fantasy then fact, but it does help give him an understanding of what this world is like.

The theme of the book was during this Warring States Era, the main character was a teenage girl living at a shrine, how's also suppose to be a reincarnated priestess. The title was Inu-Yasha, which means Dog Demon, though the character with that name was only a half Dog Demon. What interest him weren't the parts about life in the Warring States Era, but the parts about the modern world.

He managed to find another manga which was placed in this modern world before he was kicked out of the café for not buying anything. He made a note to find a library in this end of town, from what the manga had says, this part of 'town' was call China Town, he figures it's where you'd find Asian specking people, which apparently he was since his tongue was called Japanese.

He drifts around this section of this city, he's getting the lay out of the area since he's most likely be hanging around this part of town until he learnt to read, write, and speak English. By midnight, the stores close and some gangs take control of the night life. Not wanting to get into a conflict, he finds a beat up house that's said to be haunted.

He spots something in a shadow; he glares at the spot until he feels something leave. Once that's done, he begins to explore the building. He encounters the spirit once more, this time it's backed with a few others. He smells disease, aggression, and ash. The five spirits attack him, all of them wanting him gone from 'their' house.

He manages to dodge most of their attacks and land a few punches on them, he's surprised to find said punches connecting with them. He focuses on the one with aggression since it's the one that's willing to have a fist fight with him. Soon he managed to grab a stick and with a roar, he stabs the spirit in what should be its skull. This weakness the spirit and he remembers a tactic he's seen older ninjas use, soon the spirits were fleeing out of the building, though from what he understands, they'll be back to kill him before he knows it.

With a snort, he begins to take inventory of what's been left behind by the place's previous inhabitant. He finds a few mattresses, a few blankets, and pillows for him to use as bedding. He locates what he thinks it money, a few knifes, old pictures, a lamp, and finally books. He decides to stay on the main floor, so he takes what he found and claims a room. He plugs in the lamp in order to get more light in the room so he can set things up the way he wants them to be.

Since he wasn't exhausted, he picks out one of the books and begins to read it. He's in luck, it's a history book, he prays to whatever being that will listen to him and thanks them for his luck. Soon he's engrossed into the book, not paying much attention to anything around him, he's focused on not just memorising what he's reading but to understanding what's being explained to him.