Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the affiliated characters, nor do I make any money from this work of fiction.

Warning: This is an AU fic. Non-cannon is kind of the theme here, so please don't be offended by what you read. It will contain multiple different pairings of the Homo/Het variety. No likey? No read-y. That simple.

This story will contain graphic scenes of gore, mutilation, and other disturbing imagery. I'll keep it to the bare minimum, but don't be surprised when you come across it. You've been warned, you have.

Also, this is non-Beta'd, so please pardon any grammatical mistakes. ^^

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Give Them Blood

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His blood was rotting. Couldn't any of them see that?! He was slowly dying; the radiation spreading through his body faster the longer he stood there . He screamed at the man in front of him, the one blocking him from his new source. He needed it! He was going to die without it. His companion sighed, then moved. 'Finally!' he cried, dropping to the floor. He growled as the body in front of him gave a spasm; red flowing out onto the white flesh of the woman before him. She was such a pretty thing. He thought she would have what he wanted. What he knew he needed. But she hadn't.

She hadn't had it in her tongue when he bit it off. She hadn't had it in her throat when he tore through it. It hadn't been in her heaving chest, nor in her frantically beating heart. It hadn't been there amidst her cooling intestines, and it wasn't hiding in her uterus; he made sure to thoroughly check there. She was cleaner than he was though, so he wasn't going to complain. Much.

He growled again and his companion, sitting off to the side while he inspected the worthless corpse now slowly stiffening before his very eyes, handed him his cup. His companion looked away as he lowered the cup into her open abdominal cavity, filling it with blood; lifting it to his lips when it was full.

Just before he took his drink, though, he lifted the cup a bit higher. A salute to the woman, whose face was frozen in terrific pain. "Cheers." He said, downing his morbid drink.

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"Naruto! Man, the Captain's been looking all over for you. He wants your ass in his office, pronto!" the message was delivered by a shaggy-haired young man, around twenty-five years old, wearing civilian clothes and a wild smirk. The man he was addressing jumped a bit at his loud tone of voice; nearly dropping the thick stack of papers he held in his hand. He looked up at the other and blew out an exasperated breath, moving one of his large tan hands to run through his messy blond locks.

Naruto Uzumaki was one of the youngest detectives in the Homicide division of the Los Angeles Police Department, and on days like this, it hardly showed. Orphaned at a young age, Naruto suffered through a corrupt child service system that bounced him from one terrible home to the next. He had gone through so many, he no longer even bothered to unpack his lone suitcase when he made it to his new home or was returned to the orphanage; knowing that it was only a matter of time before he was shipped off again. Until his adoption at age twelve by a police officer.

He looked up to the man who had saved him; loved and respected him above all others. But just as Naruto was settling down, when he was truly at the happiest time of his young life, tragedy struck the fifteen year old. His beloved guardian, a sure saint by the name of Iruka Umino, was murdered in cold blood by some punks who wanted to make a name for themselves and thought they had nothing to lose. Naruto had watched in righteous fury and horror as the suspects for the crime were let go, plea bargains guaranteeing them a slap on the wrist for information on other, "more important" as Naruto had been told by the non-sympathetic DA, criminals.

Naruto was sent back into the system; back into the hell from which Iruka had saved him. But this time, Naruto had a plan. He would become an officer and work his way up the latter until he made it to Police Commissioner. Once there, he would ensure that justice be brought to all and no criminal would escape the punishment they deserved.

With that goal firmly placed in his mind, Naruto pushed himself to graduate at the top of his high school class; earning him a small scholarship, which he used to pay his way through community college. After obtaining his Associates degree with honors in Administration of Justice, he enrolled in the LAPD's academy. Still striving to be the best, he received the honor of graduated at the top of his class once again.

He was assigned as a patrol officer, driving the beat with a senior officer by the name of Kakashi Hatake. He was a tall man, reaching just over six foot three when he bothered to stand up straight, with odd silver hair that refused to be tamed. The man was lazy, obsessed with porn, and would never let Naruto drive. But he had a strong sense of right and wrong and taught Naruto more in his two years with the man than he had ever learned from his books. He reminded Naruto greatly of Iruka and the blond greatly appreciated all of the lessons he had bashed into his skull during their time together.

Through the department he was able to earn his Bachelor's degree in Criminology. With the new degree in hand, and the two years of experience on the beat in the streets of lower Los Angeles, Naruto transferred over as a detective in the homicide unit; the very unit that had let the murderers of his father go.

Looking wearily at his long-time friend and sometimes partner, Naruto took in the others features. Kiba Inuzuka stood at a tall six foot two, a scant inch taller than Naruto's own six foot one (something he often held over his friend… literally at times). He had a solid frame, covered in deeply tanned skin and topped with shaggy auburn hair.

Kiba was one of the youngest detectives in the Gangs unit, something that the wild man used to his advantage. Having grown up in a broken home, (his father killed when he was young and his mother having to do all but whore herself to make ends meat for Kiba and his older sister) Kiba knew exactly what it was like to have nothing and want everything.

When he was twelve, he had joined the local street gang; hoping to get some extra cash for his home, to give his mother a little bit more help. His initiation had been brutal, three cracked ribs and a broken nose, but he was accepted. Up until the point where he had to prove his worth.

A series of petty thefts landed Kiba in Juvenile Hall and his ability to go home to his mother. He was released into the custody of Child Services, where he spent the next two year of his life in an orphanage.

It was there that he and Naruto met. Kiba, then sixteen, and Naruto, just returned to the system because of his father's murder, were roommates for all of three days; enough time for Kiba to break Naruto's arm and for Naruto to smash Kiba's jaw.

They were then roommates at County; spending everyday stuck in the same room for nearly four months. It was this time spent together that truly bonded the boys; to the point that they stayed together, all the way up until their graduation from community college.

While Naruto immediately went into the LAPD, Kiba had his trepidation. It was the LAPD that had busted hi in the first place, taken him away from his mother. But the LAPD and the system had also saved him; several of the boys that had joined the gang at the same time he had… were dead. Kiba went back to his old neighborhood as an adult and found nothing but ruin.

The house in which he had called home was gone; replaced by a decrepit building, covered in graffiti, with bullet hole ridden walls and busted windows. Kiba had been disgusted. Truly sickened by the sight.

He had gone to the end of the block, picked up a pay phone, and called an all too familiar number. Through sheer will and determination, Kiba qualified for the academy and joined the same unit as Naruto. He toiled day and night to make up for any work he missed and excelled at everything the Sergeants threw at him.

After graduation, Kiba's background information found its way onto the desk of the Chief of Police. The man had read over the file and scheduled a meeting with one of his newest officers. More nervous than he could ever remember being (even more so than when he had had to tell his mother that he was arrested and sentenced to do time), Kiba stood at attention in front of the Chief's desk.

The older man laughed at the young man's nervousness and formality, asking him to sit and relax. The Chief told Kiba why he was there and, for once, Kiba was kind of glad he had been such a wild child.

Within Kiba was an insider's knowledge on just how the inner city gangs worked. A knowledge that the department used to its advantage in terms of getting officers in undercover and taking the gangs down from the inside. Kiba was proud of the work he and his team did; glad to be of use getting murderers and thieves off the streets.

Naruto blinked a bit as Kiba snapped his fingers in front of his face. "Having some trouble there, bro?" the animalistic man smirked at the blonde's inattentiveness. "Fuck, Kiba. Did he say what he wanted?" Brown-brows drew down at the exhaustion coming from Naruto's slumped form.

"No, didn't say what it was about, just that he needed you asap and he couldn't reach you on your cell. But I heard tale that there's a fed in the building." "Shit." Naruto cursed, pulling his phone from its place on his belt. "No fucking bars. No wonder."

Kiba's face showed concern at the other's tone. "You okay, man? You seem off." Naruto sighed again and let his head bang down on his desk, in a completely undignified way. Once. Twice. Then just let it rest there as he answered. "I just lost my main lead in this case I'm working on, and all my other leads have been turning up really shitty. I'm worried we're gonna lose the trail."

Kiba grunted, whether in dismissal or agreement, it was difficult to tell. "Dude, don't worry about it. You're Naruto Uzumaki! Top of his class in the academy and top of his class at UCSD! If anyone can o this, you can." The blond head lifted and Naruto grinned at the other man's enthusiasm. "Thanks, bro, I needed the pick-me-up."

Naruto stood from his chair and picked up the files that had been strewn across his desk. He didn't bother to put his blazer on as he and Kiba made their way down the busy corridor. They chatted amiably on the way to the elevator and continued to do so until they made it to Kiba's stop.

"I'll see you later, right?" Naruto asked, getting a reassuring punch on the shoulder from the departing Inuzuka. "Yeah man, I'll see ya. And don't worry about that case, you'll catch your guy; you always do." Naruto grinned again at his waving friend before the doors shut; his smile shutting with them. 'I had better' he thought, 'The morgue doesn't have enough room for me not to.'

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TBC

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Author's Note At The Bottom!!

Well hi and howdy everyone. ^^ Sooo, I know that I'm supposed to be working on quite a few other projects and updated some of my currently running fics… Sorry. ^^; But this idea was literally eating away at my soul! I had to get it out.

The chapters are probably going to run a bit short, if only because I don't want to put too much into any one chapter. I want to spread stuff out a little bit in this one. Don't worry, chapter two is actually written… I just need to sit down and type it. Heehee

As always, please review. I love feedback!!