Case 0 : The demon fox

-The Grim Reapers-
Case 0 : The demon fox
Part: 2/3
Title: Death, Demon and Itachi’s driving
Subtitle: You decide what's more dangerous
Author: Dacara
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: None
Rating: T
Genre: Supernatural, Comedy
Warning: Cursing, Insanity, Itachi (because he so does need his own warning!)
Additional notes: ...what am I supposed to write here?
Disclaimer: Meaning that I DO NOT OWN Naruto (the series). After all if I was the owner of Naruto I would be a) Japanese b) filthy rich c) way too lazy to write fanfiction, and most importantly: d) Naruto itself would be so yaoi that you won't need fanfiction anymore... so are you happy that I'm not its owner?
About reviews: Review. I dare you to. If you do not... then you lose by forfeit.
Beta: Ruraine Light

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Naruto didn't know what’d happened. One moment he was watching that shiny fox statue and now he was in an unknown place. It was a big long dark corridor, surrounded by brick walls. Cold water dripped from the high celling and flowed freely down the stones. He trembled when some of it dripped onto his skin.
Naruto looked at both sides of the corridor. One was completely dark. It continued for a few meters and disappeared within a dark mist. The blond boy thought that he’d heard his mother’s voice from that direction but he was too afraid to check it out. The other side was lit with a pulsating red light that seemed to beckon towards him. He could almost hear the whispering of the creature who lived that way: "come, come to me."
So he did.


***


"Is there any reason why you're going with me?" Sasuke asked as he watched his brother drive. They were both in Itachi’s car. It was just like its owner: dark and fast.
"Let's just say I feel like doing some brother bonding," the older Uchiha said, pretending that he didn't hear his brother’s snarls as he turned the wheel sharply, drove past 3 cars and returned to his side of road, missing the truck that was coming from the other way by mere centimeters..
Sasuke stayed calm through the whole scene, already used to his brother’s mad driving skills.
"Itachi, cut the crap and just tell me why are you tagging along." He said as he watched the trees zoom by their car with speed that was certainly a bit... too high. Sasuke took a quick look at the speed meter and closed his eyes and started to massage his temples, having seen the meter reach 180km/h.
"Otouto, I’m seriously hurt. Why don't you believe in me a little?" Itachi asked with mock sadness in his voice. He passed the crossroad ignoring all the rules and other cars. Sasuke heard a loud crash when three cars smashed into each other, and after a while a small explosion.
"Itachi, you're a liar, murderer, scum, pedophile, and you have incestuous tendencies."
There was a silence in the car.
"Your point?"
"...Why didn't you deny the last two?" Sasuke asked, getting if possible even paler.
"They're true. Your point is?" Older Uchiha stated with serious face expression.
"...Let me out of the car." And Itachi only smirked, speeding up.


***


Crimson eyes opened slowly in the dark basement. The creature lifted its hand and touched the dried blood where the first-aid kit had connected with its skull. A quiet growl escaped its throat as the creature started to climb onto the stairs leading to the surface.


***

Jiraya once again looked at Tsunade. She was still in that armchair rocking back and forth. Her unseeing eyes were locked onto the wall in front of her. Her hands on her knees were balled into tight fists; so tight, in fact, that her nails punctured the skin of her palms, drawing blood.
The white-haired man sighed and sunk lower into the couch that he was sitting on. It was getting dark outside. He wondered if he’d made the right decision in contacting Them. In his long life he had seen far too much to deny the existence of the unseen. But still... calling some group of voodoo and magic maniacs instead of contacting the police was a bit... okay, total madness.
Jiraya ran his fingers through his long spiky hair. There was no way to avoid it any further- he stood up and headed to the coffee table on which lay his cellphone. He picked it up and was about to dial a number when he heard a car. His hand fell limp at his sides and the forgotten phone fell to the floor from his numb fingers. He remained motionless for a while and heard car doors being slammed twice as they closed. He finally moved to the open window and looked down on the driveway, but he only managed to catch a glimpse of two tall figures before they came too close to the house and disappeared from his sight. After a few more seconds of silence he heard the doorbell. They’d arrived.


***


The creature in the basement also heard the doorbell. At first it didn't know what it was, but after searching in the boy’s memories for a while it found the information that it’d needed: when a doorbell rings it means that somebody has come. More people to kill... splendid!
The boy’s face twisted in a disgusting parody of a smile as the creature reached the top of the stairs. It put its hand on the door handle and the metal melted immediately, the lock soon following. The door swung open soundlessly.
As the creature crawled onto the tilled floor of the kitchen it spotted the body of the man that it had killed first. The blood had stopped flowing and the flesh had turned a sickly grey, growing cold. The demon in the boy’s body moved closer, but first closed the basement door with his leg.
When it was sitting next to the corpse of the blond man, he felt some of the boy’s memories surface. The day of his birthday which he and his father had spent in an amusement park. The day when the boy had twisted his ankle, whereby his father took him to the hospital and stayed with him the whole time while holding his hand. The day when he had been beaten up in the school and his father had treated his wounds.
Day after day of every moment they’d spent together flashed before the demon’s eyes, showing it who it was that it had really killed - the most precious person of his host. The person that had taken care of him and stood by his side from the day he was born. The man who had given him life.
The creature clasped its hands harshly over its eyes as if to stop the memories from showing. It closed its mind and cut every connection it had with the boy within it, finally stopping those... feelings.
When it was calm again its hands fell to its sides. In the process one of the demon’s long claws scratched upon the bleeding wound on its head. A quiet growl escaped the creature throat - those people - they would pay.

***


Jiraya stood before the two people he’d seen through the window and thought that he was terribly wrong. These weren't 'some voodoo and magic maniacs'... he wasn't even sure that they were normal humans. They were too pale, their eyes and hair too dark... and the way those cobalt orbs looked into the deepest part of his soul...
"What are you?" The question escaped his mouth without thinking.
There was a moment of silence before the taller one, with long silky hair answered.
"Aren't you a smart one... usually it takes people way longer to realize that we are not normal humans..." Once again silence filled the room, but this time it was ended by the younger raven:
"Where's the kid?" He asked.
Jiraya wanted to answer but the other stopped him.
"Ne, Sasuke, it was quite rude. You should first introduce yourself, then ask questions." He turned his head towards the white haired man. "My name is Itachi." He waved his hand towards the teen next to him. "And this annoying brat is my younger brother, Sasuke," he said, ignoring the scowl appearing on his otouto’s face. " I believe that you're Jiraya-san, who sent us the message?"
The man nodded, still wary of the ravens.
"I have a question before we start." Itachi said coming closer to Jiraya. The man backed away, only a little, but the older raven still noticed.
He stopped.
"You don't need to be afraid of us." His soothing voice made the older man more calm. He didn't even flinch when Itachi put his hand on his shoulder. Uchiha smirked inwardly. " I just want to ask you one thing: I believe that you didn't see the statue yourself, but did your son tell you how many tails the fox had?"
The white-haired man’s brows furrowed as he tried to remember. Itachi could see the confusion in his otouto’s eyes, which disappeared being replaced by shock when they heard the answer:
"I think it had... nine tails." Jiraya finally said.
'Bingo.' Itachi thought and smirked evilly.


***


The demon sensed three presences in the hall and one upstairs. Without any hesitation it headed to the back stairs. It’d gotten to know about them from the boy before it’d cut the contact with him. It didn't knew anything about his next target, that blond haired woman, but it didn't want that feeling thingy to return, so reconnecting with the boy was out of the question.
But the demon knew that its blond host was close to THE DEMON and when the kid reached HIM, there would be no being in the world that could stop HIM.


***


Naruto was still walking after what seemed like hours. And as surprising as it might be, he wasn't getting even a little bit tired... it was rather the opposite, as he was growing stronger with every taken step. He could feel energy sink into his muscles, making them more flexible and stronger, his bones becoming harder with the power that was pulsating in the red light. His eyes were able to see every detail of his surroundings, every crack in the wall, every drop of watter. His ears heard every sound without fail.
Wanting to test his new strength, Naruto started to run. Stone walls whizzed past him with inhuman speed, but even when he ran like a wind it didn't feel quite right. He was so concentrated on trying to figure out what was wrong that he missed the stone sticking out of the ground. He tripped over it and stumbled forward.
The boy would have failed down if not for his hands, which moved on their own and helped him to avoid the fall. Without stopping he pushed his palms hard on the stone floor. The next thing he saw was the ground, but from about six meter high. Once again the blonde's body moved on its own. His legs kicked at the wall and he flew onto the opposite side of the corridor. He ran a few meters upon the wall and then jumped down onto the floor and still on all fours, ran even faster than before.
Now, that felt great!


***


The creature shuddered as it felt its host’s excitement. Deep down it knew that something was wrong but the proximity of that harmless woman made all its worries go down the drain. The demon could also smell fresh blood spilling from its victims’ palms and that made it extra reckless.
The creature slipped into the room through the half-opened door. It was dark inside the bedroom, and if not for its superhuman eyesight it wouldn't have been able to see more than just shapes. But the boy’s eyes were strengthened with the demon’s power and the creature could see everything clearly.
So clearly that the fact that the armchair that the woman had occupied just a second ago was now empty, was obvious. And the demon didn't like it. And the click of closing doors and the sudden surge of superhuman energy coming from behind him didn't make things any better for the creature, which heard before the hell unleashed, the following words:
"Now, punk, that's my grandson’s body. Give it back."


***


"Basically the thing that is now controlling your grandson’s body is not The Kyubi. Not yet." Itachi said. They were still in the hall. Jiraya didn't want to enter the sitting room to see his daughter-in law’s body or head upstairs to upset Tsunade’s rest. And that left them only the hall.
The older Uchiha was now explaining the situation:
"The Kyubi has to completely devour your grandson’s soul to obtain full control of his body. It should happen soon. Before that happens, his body is run by a stupid demon who can only think about killing everything that moves. It's not so strong and we shouldn't have any problems with removing it from the boy."
Jiraya was nodding with a serious expression and a bit of hope in his eyes.
"So you can destroy him and bring Naruto back, right? He asked eventually.
Itachi looked into his eyes and Jiraya thought that he never saw eyes so cold and emotionless, almost dead, as those. The white-haired man was completely unprepared for the words that came next and caught him of guard.
"No, we can't save him. The boy will die."

part 2/3 end