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Living Nightmare	By : PrplGrl Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1265 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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O.O Okay, so I’ve never written a horror fic before. I didn’t think it was very scary because I didn’t feel it, but I’m glad you did! Thanks a lot for the reviews, they really do help (especially Alex’s, I mean wholly cow! Did you see how long it is! Although I appreciate all who review :D) Please give me more reviews to feed my muses to help me continue writing. Thanks again!

Dog-Gone

Shikamaru still couldn’t believe it. He stared at his reflection in the full-body mirror standing in his parent’s bedroom. No matter how long he glared at the creature he saw in the glass, it would not go away and return to his regular self. He was no longer the human he truly was; the creature that attacked him was responsible, but he had no idea how to undo this… curse.

In the mirror stood the reflection he refused to believe was himself. A large, black dog looked back at him, fur long and shaggy, pointed ears pressed back against his skull, making his eyes look even more pissed off. He had a long snout and straight tail, but he didn’t wag it. Dogs only wagged their tails when happy.

Nothing about this situation could make him happy.

Shikamaru’s father had found him the morning after the attack. Through the deer, he learned that the large dog was his son. It took him several minutes to accept it, but having his tattered clothing sitting beside the canine helped a little. Shikaku had then immediately taken his “son” to the Hokage, but she was at a loss of what to do. Without knowing what the creature was that attacked Shikamaru, nobody knew if what happened was the result of a spell, curse, or some kind of potion or venom.

He had spent the first day cooped up in the Anbu research lab, where he was poked and prodded until he was ready to bite people. He couldn’t communicate with anybody; Shikamaru didn’t know how to speak dog. When they brought in several members of the Inuzuka clan, not one of them could understand him. He’d heard that they could really only communicate with the dog they grew up with, anyway.

The doctors had taken blood, checked his vitals at least thirty times, tried his reflexes and made him bark and whine all fucking day.

Shikamaru was grateful when Tsunade had finally ordered him to go home. Without any specific information, there was truly nothing they could do; only hope his condition wasn’t permanent.

The Nara sat in front of the mirror, giving up on the staring contest with his reflection. His dark eyes, the only part of him unchanged, looked down to a corner of the mirror. A pair of golden eyes flashed across his memory and a small tremor rippled his shaggy black fur. He couldn’t get rid of this nagging feeling that he was supposed to do something. He wasn’t exactly sure what, and it bothered him that he wanted to move, leave the house and scour the village.

“Find him,” voice within his mind told him, for the thousandth time.

‘Find who?!’ Of course, he never received an answer and released a doggie sigh. Standing, he turned and left the room, still finding it a little awkward to be walking on four feet. He was still as big as a human, but he suddenly sympathized with Akamaru; it wasn’t easy having everybody’s crotches at eyelevel.

Carefully stepping down the stairs, Shikamaru entered the kitchen, watching silently from the doorway as his mother made dinner.

Yoshino’s reaction to this whole thing was… interesting. The Nara man-turned-dog could no longer call his mother “frightening,” he’d experienced that and his mother was more like an irritated cat in comparison. She had screeched and shouted, accusing her husband of drinking too much with his buddies the night before and thus had made the whole thing up. She decided it was just a ploy put together by Shikaku and their son just so the older Nara could have a dog; he’d always wanted one to run around the estate.

Shikamaru never heard the end of the argument. He was tired from a full day of being questioned and poked and pulled and a lot of other crap, so he simply left his parents in the living room and had lightly trotted to his bedroom. Not caring what his mother would say about dog fur all over, he had jumped up on his bed and went to sleep.

Nobody bothered him the rest of the night.

“Oh, Shikamaru!” Yoshino said, stopping on her trek to the table.

The dog turned his gaze to her and cocked his head a little.

The high-strung woman lightly shook her head. “You had better be my son. Shikaku is not getting a dog!” She placed the dish down onto the table and went back to the stove, stirring a large pot.

Shikamaru lifted his nose to the air, lightly sniffing. For sure, his sense of smell had definitely increased, but he was bombarded by so many scents that he couldn’t identify them properly. He knew his mother was making stew, the obvious smell a huge tip-off, but he was also picking up the scent of vegetables and many different spices.

“I already have your dinner ready,” his mother said, grabbing a bowl from the counter and placing it in front of the dog.

Shikamaru looked at the dry pile of… dog food sitting before him and raised his dark eyes to the woman, clearly saying, “You’ve got to be kidding.”

Yoshino scowled at him. “The Inuzuka clan gave this to us for you. They said human food could get a dog sick and I will not have you vomiting all over the house! It’s that or nothing, Shikamaru!” She turned back to the stove and continued stirring the contents of the large pot.

The dog huffed out a breath and leaned down, giving the food a quick sniff. Again, his nose was assaulted by all kinds of smells, many he couldn’t figure what they were. The strongest scent was that of meat and he slowly bit into the pile.

He chewed on the pieces in his mouth, trying to discern the exact taste of it. It was kind of odd smelling the meat but barely tasting it on his tongue. The flavors were jumbled and he had a hard time separating them. All in all, it felt like he was eating flavored cardboard.

Deciding that his stomach would tolerate the insult to his pride, Shikamaru slowly ate all of the food. By the time he finished, his father had returned home and he and his mother sat for their meal.

The Nara canine retreated to the living room, opting not to climb onto the furniture, for Yoshino’s screeching voice hurt his sensitive ears something horrible, and lied down on the carpet next to the couch. He could see the bright blue sky through the large bay windows the house had, and he was content with gazing at the white puffs gliding softly above.

“Find him.”

That voice was becoming very annoying. How the hell was he supposed to find someone if he didn’t know who it was?!

A couple hours later, after arguing with the voice and the sun had set, throwing the clouds into the shadows, Shikaku lightly nudged the large dog with his foot.

Shikamaru looked up at his father, trying his best to glare. Just because he happened to be a dog on the outside was no reason for people to treat him like one, especially his parents!

The older Nara gave him a small smile. “Come on, Shikamaru. We’ve got to meet with the Inuzuka’s to see if anything can be done about this.”

He cocked his head to the side in a silent question.

Shikaku shrugged. “Something about a justu they found that’s similar in what happened to you.”

The dog nodded and stood, following his father out of the house. It didn’t really bother him to be walking around Konoha like that. Nobody he knew was aware of his condition, and all they got were curious glances to the older man.

As they reached the street that lead to the Inuzuka compound, Shikamaru saw a brightly smiling Kiba running toward them, Akamaru right on his heels.

Kiba stopped in the road, eyes focused on the large black dog, smile fading from his face. His nostrils flared and he scowled, placing on hand on his hip, sharp fangs peeking out to grab his bottom lip.

“Hey there, Kiba,” Shikaku greeted, walking up to the Inuzuka.

Akamaru was looking just as curiously at Shikamaru, and he took an embarrassed step back. If his sense of smell was acute, then these two would have already noticed who he smelled like.

“Shikamaru?” Kiba asked, dropping to his knees, peering intently at the canine.

The dog looked away, slightly nodding his head. He heard the light-furred canine whine something to his master, but Shikamaru didn’t understand it; he didn’t speak dog after all.

“What happened?” Kiba asked, glancing up at Shikaku.

The older Nara shook his head. “We’re not really sure. I talked to your mother earlier today and she said to bring him by.”

The dog ninja nodded, eyes focusing on Shikamaru again.

Now he wanted to hide. Having one of the biggest loudmouths in Konoha knowing was not a good thing.

“Hey, Kiba! Are you rubbing off on the Nara’s now?!”

Shikamaru turned to the familiar voice and saw the bright blonde walking toward them, smiling.

“Hell no!” Kiba retorted, standing. He pointed a finger at the black dog. “That’s Shikamaru!” he shouted.

His ears fell to the sides of his head. ‘Would dad care if I bit Kiba’s ass?’ he wondered, noticing the flesh was just a tempting step away.

Naruto’s smile fell from his lips and he looked at the dog, raising a golden eyebrow. “No way.”

“I can smell him!” the Inuzuka stated, lightly glaring at the blonde ninja.

They continued to squabble, Shikaku throwing in his story at some point, but Shikamaru was too distracted to notice. There was a certain scent in the air. He lifted his nose and inhaled. He immediately identified the scents of his father, Kiba and Akamaru both had similar smells swirling around them, but Naruto…. There was something… different about his scent. He took a cautious step closer, sniffing the air frantically.

The blonde had a certain smell about him. It was… some kind of animal. However, it was completely different in where the scent was located than with the others. Whereas their smells were being released from all over their bodies, Naruto’s seemed centered around his abdomen somewhere.

What was that smell?! He took another whiff of it and something clicked in his mind.

“Fox,” the voice supplied.

Fox? Why would Naruto…. ‘Oh, yeah. The nine tailed fox demon,’ he remembered.

“He is Nine Tails; Kyuubi?”

‘Yes.’

Suddenly, Shikamaru’s heart began to beat quickly within his chest, and he lowered his head as something was beginning to fill him. It poured into his blood, causing his nails to dig into the dirt beneath his paws. He started growling low in his throat, baring his teeth and pressing his ears flat against his skull.

There was so much power! It was coursing through him like a mighty flowing river, his fur bristling on his back and muscles tightening in preparation.

“Shikamaru?”

The word came to him through the growls filling his ears, and he looked up, noticing the others around him, but he focused on the blonde one. A red color tinged the edges of his vision as he glared hotly at the confused man standing before him. If he stared hard enough, he could start to see the demon lying just beneath the surface.

“Attack the fox.”

Without hesitating, he leapt toward the blonde, growling like the dog he was.
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