Prophetic Marriage

3. The Fox

"You really are pathetic." Naruto looked up from the book he was reading. The eight year old looked to the older nine year old to see him looking at him as if he was scum.

Like he was Something so nasty stuck to the bottom of their shoes.

Naruto didn't even want to deal with Sasuke right now. He looked back down and continued reading his book. Sasuke felt offended, why wasn't Naruto giving him anything back, why was he quiet around his family that took pity on him and took him in!

He should be grateful to them! This is what Sasuke hated about Naruto. He spoke to nobody, no thanks or anything for taking him in, feeding him and even clothing him! Hell Naruto even gets Itachi when he's older! So why is Naruto acting like he's so damn sad at everything all the time!

"Tch! I can't believe my family took you in. You are ungrateful and unworthy of even living in this clan." Naruto blinked and flipped the page of the book, hearing a grunt.

Sasuke walked away, already having enough of Naruto for the day. Naruto closed book, he made sure to bookmark it, he wasn't heading anywhere but to his room.

Shikamaru had to been with his teammates. There was no one to hang out with. He calmly locked his door and headed to bed. He couldn't fall asleep and so he looked up at the sky, he moved to open up the window and just feel the air hit him. It calmed and relaxed him.

He heard groaning, but he brushed it off as Fugaku just being directly underneath his window or something. He closed his eyes again calmly listening to the sounds of nature and the minute he woke up this time however he was standing in murky water.

He looked around and sighed. Naruto was always vivid dreamer, dreaming of things and people. So he followed this dream as far as it would take him. He walked for what seemed like an hour or so, following the groaning that sounded like Fugaku a little bit.

When he found the room, he saw a cage. The world seal on it, he looked at it calmly folding his arms the whisker marks that were his supposed birthmark is making sense.

This is why he doesn't like being with the Uchiha's. They tip toe around him, as if the slightest piece of information will make him self destruct and crack. They don't treat him like somebody apart of their clan, they treat him as if he would be the downfall of it if he wasn't contained.

"Hey, what are you groaning about?" Naruto asked the unknown entity, whatever this was must be sealed in him, and all the books he's managed to snag and read he read something about a Jinchuriki. A human sacrifice.

The groaning eventually stopped, and a large eye was looking at him through the bars. He calmly looked to the child and saw him standing there.

"Who are you? Where is Kushina? How dare she knock me out!" Naruto blinked, already annoyed to be dealing with this.

"Ugh I'm taking after Shikamaru way too much. Look foxy why don't we make this simple." Naruto sat on the murky water, he closed his eyes and started decorating and dressing up his mind scape.

Grass and trees and flowers. Hills, waterfalls and small animals. Those bars were gone and it manifested as a collar on the fox. Said fox looked at the child.

"I don't know who Kushina is, but you are sealed into me.   I'm Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze." Naruto looked at the fox. He looked so soft, he stood up and walked over, the fox was looking at the child skeptically before Naruto snuggled into the foxes side.

"So soft." Naruto yawned and closed his eyes. The fox just sighed and laid his head down. Looking at the scenery and listening to the boy sleep. He couldn't even hate the child.

He's not sure what is so special about this child, but it's almost as if he was able to calm his violent chakra, or the violent chakra the Kyuubi had was being suppressed.

However he decided he would figure that out another day. The Uzumaki Kit was sleeping, and the Kyuubi couldn't find it in his heart to disturb them.

In the Uchiha home, Mikoto looked to her husband. He was looking over a newspaper, before he put it down and looked at his wife. She took that as a cue to sit down next to her husband and voice her worries.

"Naruto doesn't like us." Fugaku nodded, it was true. He refused to be trained by Yuni-san. Never showed back up, and his reasoning was that he wasn't an Uchiha, how could she train him with Sasuke and it made sense.

When they would ask him about his training at the dinner table. He would only look and say that he was doing it, and they didn't need to worry.

He didn't talk to Itachi, it wasn't as if Itachi talked to him anyways but he didn't even try to talk to Itachi. Sasuke sure as hell didn't like Naruto, complaining that it isn't fair that he gets to be treated so differently.

"You don't think he's developed his Uzumaki power already?" Mikoto asked, she was always interested in the Uzumaki clan, their powers and chakra seemed otherworldly.

Their very beings felt like they derived from Kami herself. She wondered if Naruto realized just who he was and hated them for not telling him.

"He might've." Fugaku answered, and the door slammed open.

"Stop following me you lazy brat !" Mikoto was alarmed, Itachi never sounded like that. A yawn shook through the home and there was a voice.

"Troublesome Redhead!" The voice said and Itachi scoffed.

"As if the anti-social Namikaze will respond to...."

The door flew open, and red hair blew with the sudden wind of the door. Blue eyes darted around the room and he smiled,

A smile that Mikoto, Fugaku or Itachi has never seen on the Namikaze.

"Shikamaru you bastard! Come upstairs! I have something to tell you!" Naruto said excitedly, The voice took off his shoes and waved to everybody.

"Pardon the intrusion." Shikamaru said as he headed to his best friend and Naruto close the door and the Uchiha's just looked at one another.

"Tch." Itachi said, the fifteen year old was already done with today's events and that was just the icing on the cake.

"I will be retiring for the rest of the night." Itachi said before he went to his room and closed the door. While Mikoto and Fugaku looked at one another.

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