Moon-Who-Was-Moon-Before-Moon-Was-Moon And His Rise To Power
"Tell us a story," the children demand, "tell us a story. Tell us a story about Team Seven. Tell us a story about Team Seven that you've never told us before."
Team Seven, as everyone knows, consisted of bright-burning Sun who opposed subtle-shining Moon and was stabilized by steadfast-unyielding Earth. Lightning taught them: Lightning, bright like the sun, sharp like the Moon and ever drawn to the Earth.
Against them rose Moon who was Moon before Moon was Moon, was eclipsed by his radiant Sun, so joined his deceiving Earth and in the darkness ate Sun. Against them he rose - with waning strength, but with Earth as his heart, guiding him, and with Sun super-nova within him, powering him - and he sought to avoid his new-moon by hunting the Rabbit in the moon.
And so he gathered monsters to help him, the best and most terrible monsters, and he bound them to his will, and he commanded them to gather the nine great bijuu so he could use their power to conquer the moon. But his monsters were monsters, and monsters are always defeated by the heroes, and though they wreaked havoc and spread fear and terror and destruction, still they all failed him, or betrayed him, or left him, until they were all gone.
But he set out to gather the bijuu with his controlling eye, one by one, though their jinchuuriki protected them with their lives, and some had family, and team, and village, to stand between the bijuu and his gaze. Some he took, the lone ones; and some he stole, the loved ones; and some he snatched from them a fraction of their power, the well defended ones.
And then he sought to gather Moon who became Moon after Moon became Sun-eater, for he felt the bonds of familiality, or perhaps, of familiarity. But he was wrong, for the Sun-eater reflected the Sunfire he had eaten, which was great, but Moon reflected the Will of Fire, which was greater. This Moon waxed, and did not wane. And so, though he called and tempted and lured, Moon turned away from him and looked not into his beguiling eyes except to match them.
And then, when he had gathered as much as he could, he started a ritual, on the eve of the new moon, that would build in power as the moon built in strength, until the moon would hang full and unrivaled in the sky, and then… and then the crescendo of power would break upon the world.