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Chapter One.
The girl stood on a cliff face at the end of a tunnel. She had pink hair and emerald green eyes. She was moderate in height, about average for a human her age, and wearing a basic school uniform and a black choker connected to a large silver cross. Beside her was a crudely made scarecrow overlooking what seemed like a sea made completely of blood. In the distance stood the building she was supposed to be going to. It looked like a decrepit old building, but she knew looks could be deceiving, and that was the whole point of the school.
She was nervous, as she had every right to be. This was a new school. A school different than any other that she had been to before. A school for her kind. A school for monsters. Yokai academy.
The girl was a monster. To be more specific she was a vampire. Vampires were among the most hated of the monster races, alongside the likes of werewolves and doppelgängers. Her kind had been historically hunted to near extinction. Many rumors of how to kill them floated around. Wooden stakes to garlic, none were true. Save one.
Water has an interesting effect on vampires. Its purifying properties weaken and harm vampires, making it their only true weakness.
It was also the reason she left her old school.
As it turned out, her former school, a human school, had a required swimming class. She had tried to find a way around the rule, but the class had to be taken to graduate.
It didn't matter much to her that she had to leave. She never had any friends at her old school. Humans stopped believing in monsters a long time ago.
She was alone… as she always had been.
She turned to walk to the school when she caught sight of a boy walking along the path. He had on a basic boy's uniform with a strange red trench coat over it. He also wore a strange red amulet. His pure white hair was messy and falling into his face, making it look like he had just gotten out of bed. She was about to approach him when she stepped on a twig and drew his attention. "Do you need something?"
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'So this is it.' Thought the girl standing at the gateway to Yokai. She had short blue hair done up in a bun and dark purple eyes. She was wearing a white long sleeve shirt under a yellow vest and a short brown skirt.
She knew what she had to do while at the school. She had to find her destined one. She didn't have much time left until she would be forced to mate, or else as a succubus, she would die.
Succubus were among the rarest of all the monsters. While not surprisingly strong, therefore not as hated by humans, they were few because of the strange mating customs their kind had to follow. They had to find their "Destined One", the one person that they felt connected to the most. They couldn't have children with anyone else. No succubus had ever figured out why they need a destined one while their male counterparts, the incubus, did not. Most thought it was just coincidence.
Unfortunately most succubi were unable to find their destined one by age 20, therefore they died before being able to reproduce. This led to an extremely small, and shrinking all the while, succubus population.
She knew what she had to do. Now she just had to do it… and that was the hard part.
She was about to continue into the school when she bumped into someone and fell backwards. She looked over to see a young man with disheveled white hair. He wore the standard boy's school uniform with a red and blue overcoat that stopped Just above his knees. The coat also had two insignias sown into the shoulders. His most distinguishing feature was his left arm. It was red, and looked like a stone with an eerie bluish glow. The arm ended where the forearm met the elbow. The whole thing seemed to pulse with power.
"Oh sorry, I wasn't watching were I was going." The boy said awkwardly as he reached down to help her up.
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The new girl had just arrived in her main class. She sat at the desk staring out the window. She wore a brown skirt and a white sweatshirt with blue sleeves. She also wore a black singlet underneath it and a golden pennant. She sat and listened to her other classmates being all friendly with each other. And it sickened her.
No one understood her. She had always been considered a trouble maker. But no-one actually ever knew just why she did what she did. She had just recently been kicked out of another junior-high and was lucky to get into high school.
This girl is a Yuki-Onna, a snow woman. Her power revolved totally around ice. Yet the ice type power her kind possessed was also a source of constant strife for her.
It caused multiple types of rumors to be spread about more sensitive matters. In addition she also had lost a bit of control over them in the past, inadvertently injuring the people around her. Because of this she had often closed herself off from people. Preferring to stay to herself. Which incidentally cause even more rumors to fly around about her.
But no one cared. And no one under stood. She sighed as she looked out the window. Suddenly the door to the class room opened and a boy walked in.
"I am sorry if I'm late." He said in a calm, collected voice.
"It's no problem. I was just doing the introduction. Please take a seat." The teacher said.
The boy walked through the classroom to the seat next to the young Yuki-Onna, when she finally got a good look at him. He wore a standard boy's uniform with a blue trench coat over it. The coat had three 'tails' and a white, snake like design on the right side. His hair was pure white and spiked backwards. Around his neck was a red amulet that seemed to glow with power.
The teacher continued her lecture as the boy looked over and made eye contact with the Yuki-Onna.
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Flashback (Two weeks)
The demon stood defeated in front of its gate. It was a large ape-like creature with gangly proportions. There was a scare running down its face and was missing its nose. Thrown to the side was a giant combat knife and an even larger grappling claw.
Before it stood three men, all in their late teens. One held a large broadsword whose guard was a skull on top of a ribcage with two bones sticking out diagonally. The one next to him held an equally large, single bladed sword that seemed to be connecter to a motorcycle gear switch. The third held a katana with white and black wrappings and a bronze, oval guard.
The demon lay, defeated by the three.
"You three… you are not human." The demon rumbled as it lay dying.
"Now what gave you that idea?" the man with the claymore taunted as he stepped forward. The demon began to respond when the man made one final swing with his sword and ended the demon.
The demons body began to melt away as the three turned to leave, only to be faced with a horde of smaller, sand like demons. These were hell spawns, prides to be more specific. They were more of an annoyance than a threat, though they could be dangerous in groups as large as the one they were in at the moment. They were also the weakest of the seven hells. Though this group also seemed to have the occasional hell lust mixed in. Lust were a stronger hell spawn. They were the same as the prides with the exception of their speed and agility. They normally worked in groups smaller than that of the hell prides, preferring to go in in squads of three or four and slay their targets.
The two with the larger swords glanced at each other before charging into the group of hells. The one with the katana sighed before turning back to where the large demon was before. Behind the melted demon stood a large stone wall with strange white markings on it. Directly in the middle of the wall was a large slit that seemed to be pulsing with fire.
The man walked forward and stood in front of the wall before slicing a horizontal line through it faster than the normal eye could follow. The man turned to assist his comrades in defeating the horde of hell prides. When he clicked the katana into its sheathe a loud screeching sound filled the air and the top half of the hells gate separated from the bottom half and crashed into the ground.
He jumped into the fray and quickly destroyed three of the prides that were about to blindside the youngest of the group.
"Thanks" the shortest of the three acknowledged
The three quickly defeated the remaining hells and prepared to return to their headquarters.
They returned quickly and stood before a tall blonde woman waiting for their next orders. She wore a black corset and leather pants. She stood behind the desk looking confused at the newest information to come in.
Their group had been working to defeat the great lord of the underworld for the final time. But Mundus had not been making it easy for them. Several great hell gates had been opening all over the world and they had yet to identify where the Temen-ni-gru was resurrected.
"Alright you three." The woman started, "There is an unnaturally large source of demonic energy coming from a sector to the northwest. The strange part is it seems to be hidden under a large dome of energy. The amount of energy is so large that it seems to be extruding from multiple high level hell gates. At least eight high level demons have been identified from the energy alone."
"That is rather strange." The man in the blue trench coat said.
"And that is why you three are being sent on a long term mission to get into the dome." The woman continued, miffed at being interrupted.
"Um… how long term?" the boy with the strange, demonic arm asked.
"Four years." The blonde replied.
The three men stared at each other awkwardly before the man in red looked back.
"And how do you propose we go that long without being discovered?" he asked sarcastically.
The woman looked at him smugly and sardonically replied.
"Dante, Vergil, Nero… Pack your bags. You boys are going to high school.
The three glanced at each other once more and sighed.
'It's going to be a long four years…' they thought in unison.
Flashback end.
The three stood in the woods beside the academy.
"Does anyone else get an odd feeling about this place?" the man in the red, now identified as Dante asked.
"Yes… it is odd." Vergil stated in his usual tone.
All three shared one more uneasy glance before going their separate ways.
A/N:
And the first chapter is done!
This story is predominantly being written as a break for the other two stories im writing. There is only so much Naruto I can write before I burn out, so this is for a mind rest in the middle of all the ninja-ness.
Till next time!
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