The outside world was meaningless. The inner sanctum offered the Kyubi a nice and spacious house, complete with furniture and everything. But unbeknownst to Elias Marrow, the events of the outside world were being significantly altered because of him.
While Onoki sat on the fence as usual, in Kumogakure, the Fourth Raikage, A, felt trapped between a hammer and an anvil. Konoha was destroyed, yet he could not launch an attack. The council was against it, fearful of what might happen if a frenzied Kyubi was to be unleashed again. Even he hesitated. His brother, Killer B, didn't react well after reading the spy reports, he found no rhyme or reason and slumped in defeat, clearly shaken by the description of the fox demon's grin before the obliteration of an entire hidden ninja village.
Kirigakure was already in the midst of civil war, and news traveled slowly there. It was unclear whether the reports had influenced either of the belligerent factions, but the conflict briefly eased before flaring up again.
But the one everyone was talking about remained completely unaware. He knew he had made a splash, but he never expected his notoriety to surge to such a level. Or did he?
Exploring the memories of the fox persona, Elias was disappointed to learn that the beast spent most of its days sleeping. It slept when unsealed, it slept when sealed, and had the fighting capacity of a quarter of an Yamcha. Every time it was captured, it had either been tricked by child-like tactics or defeated through carelessness, not even knowing how to throw a proper punch. It was enormous, made of unknown material, highly resistant and durable. It should have been the apex predator of this world, yet it ended up as a trinket animal in a zoo.
"Elias, it is time! We have to go!" said Hubert Cumberdale in his elegant voice, motioning for Elias to follow.
"Oh my! Thank you for fetching me, I was so lost in thought I almost forgot!" replied Elias, sounding both joyous and embarrassed.
"Yes, let's hurry!" said Hubert Cumberdale, grabbing Elias' paw and rushing out.
They journeyed through fields, through flowers, through the infinite loop of doom at the resort park—until finally, they arrived at their destination. A school built of yellow bricks, with a large, round clock reminiscent of Big Ben on the roof. And then it happened! The bell rang, signaling class time, and everyone rushed inside like a beastly tide hungry for knowledge!
There it was: the door. The very special door with the word "Special" written on it.
"Elias, I'm a bit nervous—you know, it's my first day at school!" said Hubert Cumberdale, shaking the poor fox by the collar. But Elias gently placed his fluffy and gentle paw on his head and whispered:
"Let's go inside. I'm sure she can't wait either."
As they entered the classroom, they saw Marjory Stewart-Baxter sitting at a table. Beside her sat a man whose head hung dangerously to the side—clearly asleep.
"Good morning, oh charming Marjory," said Elias, with an obscene fox smile on his foxy snout. "And you, have you been well Jeremy Fischer?"
"Little fox, sweet little fox... so charming... Why is Jeremy Fischer like this? I was telling him so much about my pencil, and yet... manipulate? I wish Jeremy Fischer wasn't broken yet!"
Jeremy Fischer didn't respond. He didn't react. His head still hung to the side, perhaps unmoving until gravity compelled him otherwise.
Elias and Hubert Cumberdale sat at the other two available desks and waited. They waited minutes. Hours. Behaving like good children until the door opened, and a pink, scientific-looking cat lady entered with a loud "Bang!" The floor shook. The walls trembled. But an intense sense of focus overcame our three friends. Even Jeremy Fischer, in his own way, seemed to respond by falling to the floor.
"Mrrrrr... miaaaw~ nyan nyan... mrrrrr-purrrrrr~" said Mrs.Proffessor.Nyan delicately as she closed the door and stepped onto the teacher's pedestal for easier access to the wide blackboard.
Holding a piece of white chalk, she looked refined, sophisticated, wearing a white lab coat and delicate glasses on her small, pretty nose. Her hair was styled in a scientifically pink cat-lady sort of way, exuding an aura of happiness and knowledge.
"Meow nyan miaaaow... purrr... nyan nyan meowww~!" she announced while writing complicated patterns on the blackboard. Her writing was exquisite.
"Nyan... mrrr-purrrrrr... nyan-meow miaaaw!" she declared.
Elias raised his paw politely.
"Meeeeeow~ Nyan nyan!" said Mrs.Professor.Nyan gently.
"Mrs.Professor.Nyan, a lobotomy would be a bit too extreme. What would be the point of breaking something already broken?"
"Build... hehehe... manipulate... hehehe... did you hear that, Jeremy Fischer? Can you be rebuilt?" whispered Marjory Stewart-Baxter softly. Hubert Cumberdale was so pleased, he gave her a thumbs-up.
"Meeeeooowww... mrrr-mrrrrr meowww nyan nyan nyaaaaaaaan... mew-meow mew, nyan meow miaaaaoow purrrr-purrr-purrrr~" answered Mrs.Professor.Nyan.
"Nyaaan meeeeeow meow mew-mrrr meow miaaaw~ nyan nyan-purrrrrr mrrrrrrrow mew meeeoooowww meeeeeh~"
"Indeed, Yompko's work and Spiegel's study combined with Breggin's findings might work—but applying Freud's approach could break him too soon."
"The tires scream—a banshee's cry,
Metal kisses bone, sparks fly.
Glass confetti, crimson spray,
Skull meets dash—then slips away," whispered Jeremy Fischer, still lying on the floor.
Everyone stopped, awestruck, and erupted in a chorus of cheers and applause.
"Meowwwww... mew-meow, nyan-nyan meeeehhh meow-mrrr-mrrr purr-purr~Nyan-meow meowmeow meeeeeow, purr-nyaaan mew-mew miaaaaow mrrr-purr mrrrow," said Mrs.Professor.Nyan gracefully. As a pink cat lady of science, she could enjoy beauty but not be distracted by it. Everyone sat down—except Jeremy Fischer, who still couldn't get up.
"Meeehhh-meowwwww~ mrrrrrr-purrrrrr nyan mew mew-mew miaaaowww, nyan-nyan-nyan purr-meow miaow-mrrr meeeoww-purr mrrrrow," continued Mrs.Professor.Nyan, her tone serious and academically feline.
"Mrrrrr... nyan mew meeeow meow-meow-mrrrow meeehh~ mrrr-purrrr meeeeeeeeeeeow nyan nyan meow-purrr mrrrow!"
"Indeed... indeed! The Body Keeps the Score and Piaget's conclusions can strengthen the impact on his tiny little mind... if we add Rogers' verified work and Murphy's Power of Your Subconscious Mind... yes, we can do it!" exclaimed a very happy Elias Marrow.
At that moment, Mrs. Professor Nyan's pupils dilated. With adorable frenzy, her claws extended.
"MEEEEEOWWWW!!! NYAN-NYAN-NYAN-NYAN-NYAAAAAN!!! PURRRR-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEEEOOOW!!! MRRRRRRREEEOWWWWRRRRR!!! HSSSSSS!!!" exclaimed Mrs.Professor.Nyan as she scratched wildly at the blackboard!
"QUICK! QUICK! We need the scratching pad! Mrs.Professor.Nyan is in a frenzy! Quick!" yelled a panicked Hubert Cumberdale.
"NYAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGHHHHHHH-MEW-MEW-MEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!" Mrs. Professor Nyan's claws now seemed to transcend reality and space-time itself, setting the board ablaze!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Here it is! Here it is!" cried poor Marjory Stewart-Baxter, throwing scratching pads at both the board and the sweet, ever gentle and scientifically frenzied Mrs.Professor.Nyan, crying like facing the end.
A dead grin crept across Jeremy Fischer's face, ever so close to the floor, while Elias Marrow was already calculating and planning how to put the lessons into good use.