Bloodlust and Vengeance
~SimmerSoftly
A/N: Yes, this is my baby. I love this fanfiction with everything. I have nursed it from something suck-y to something hopefully amazing. At least me and my friends like it. Hopefully you will too. I've been working on this since about two years ago, and at first it was great, until my writing style changed. Then I tried to re-write it multiple times, all failures. But this one is a success! ENJOY! OH, and I like reviews. :)
Prologue: The Past
"........Rukia," Yuri said, his voice cold. The room was extremely dark, his Sharingan standing out like a light. His arms were crossed casually across his chest and he was leaning against a wall. He was wearing his usual gear, Anbu Black Ops uniform, though two short swords were strapped across his back. His long spiky red hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, its ends splayed out behind him on the wall.
"Yu-chan... what's going on?" Rukia asked in a small voice, confusion and worry painted on her child-like face. Her yellow cat eyes were already filling with tears, dread filling her rapidly beating heart. She could clearly make out the figure of her brother across the room from her. A dark tinted stain was on the door and the carpet beneath him. She could almost smell the rust.
Yuri appeared in front of Rukia's bed in an instant, his finger sliding into her mouth with ease. A metallic coppery taste filled her mouth as he rubbed his finger on her tongue.
Rukia coughed, her eyes becoming the color of the most beautiful sunset. Her fangs grew slightly, extending into sharp points. "Why Yu-chan?" she whispered, recognizing that it was her own parents blood that was covering her eldest brothers hands. An intense urge filled her. The urge to kill.
Yuri's eyes were cold for a moment, then filled with something akin to sorrow. "I'll explain later Ru-chan; it's too long of a story for now." His body melted into a small pool of blood, which dried up almost instantly, leaving a small brown stain.
Overwhelming power erupted through Rukia's small frame. Her body acted on its own accord, almost flying out of her small bed. The sheets that were covering her were ripped off and tossed to the floor. She ran through the house at inhuman speed, searching. Her small silk nightgown billowing out behind her. Blood was boiling in her veins.
Chapter 1: The Present
'Do they ever shut up?!' thought Rukia angrily. She sat near the back of the class, close to the door. Her hands were over her ears trying to block out the noise. A blonde haired girl was arguing with a girl with oddly colored pink hair to see who would sit next to some "Sasuke" kid. There was also a blonde, spiky haired boy getting frustrated at all the attention given to the other boy. His bright orange clothes irritated Rukia senseless. Rukia already had a headache from an earlier lapse in her judgment, but because there was so much commotion her headache had spiraled into a full-blown migraine. Not to mention that her lapse in judgment had her blood simmering.
To Rukia's utter amazement, someone was sleeping through it all. She closed her eyes again, trying to escape into her own little world. It got very quiet all of a sudden and Rukia breathed a sigh of relief. Then, in the next instant, loud screams and the whole class erupted in laughter.
Rukia couldn't handle it anymore. She jumped up, knocking her chair onto the floor, and slamming her hands on her desk. "Shut up!" she yelled.
Silence; everyone stopped talking and stared up at her. "Thank you," she said calmly. Getting her chair, she sat back down and closed her eyes to the world again. Her blood was slowly beginning to calm, but she could tell she would need sustenance soon.
The class remained silent, but the tension in the air was ridiculous. All the students were surprised at the girls' outburst and they were anxious for Iruka-sensei to finally enter the classroom. He was late, and that wasn't like Iruka-sensei.
The girl who had been sleeping had awoken during Rukia's outburst, and was bothering a girl with short blue-black hair and odd lavender eyes.
There was a light tap on Rukia's shoulder, a zap of static electricity. She automatically tensed, her blood erupting to a boil again, but looked up to see who had the balls to bother her. It was just a boy. He had black hair and honey colored eyes. There was something strange about him though, and it sent a small chill down her spine.
"Is this seat taken?" he asked, pointing to the obviously empty chair next to her.
"Uh-no, no you can sit there," she replied, watching him warily. He smiled thanks and sat down, his bag falling to the floor next to him. Rukia could feel the electric current running through the boy's body.
"My name is Kenoske, Niwa Kenoske," he said to her, interrupting her speculation of him. He smiled wide at her, and it reached his honey eyes.
"I'm Rukia," she said, not bothering to say her last name. Her lips moved in the slightest curve of a smile.
"Nice to meet you Rukia," he said back, his gaze wandering around the classroom. It was almost full, but still no Iruka-sensei.
Rukia tilted her head forward, letting her red violet bangs fall in her face. Brushing one side away and behind her ears, she sighed. She looked over at Kenoske, whose face was as unfamiliar as the rest of them. She could tell he was about her age, maybe a little younger, but definitely not as young as the rest of the class. He had gorgeous black hair that was slightly spiky, but not annoyingly so like the orange-clad kid. It looked utterly soft. From what she could see, he was wearing a dark green, almost black, long sleeve button-up shirt and fish-net underneath. Black fingerless gloves with golden knuckle studs adorned his hands. When he turned to dig into his bag, Rukia saw wings etched in gold thread on the back of his shirt.
Kenoske noticed that Rukia was giving him a one over out of the corner of his eye. He waited until she was thoroughly finished to actually look at her. Rukia had started to adjust her bangs, and Kenoske took quick action to glance her way. A dark emerald cloak flowed around her. A long sleeve fish-net shirt with the left sleeve cut off at the elbow was underneath a deep v-neck shirt that was plum in color. The amount of cleavage was enough to tell Kenoske that she wasn't young. What looked to be a black skirt was at her waist, but Kenoske wasn't sure. Her red violet hair fell gracefully on her back. Her skin was very pale. Her eyes though, were extremely strange. She had yellow eyes, very cat-like.
"Alright class," said Iruka-sensei as he came in the door, fifteen minutes late. "We have decided that you all will be split up into teams. Teams of three to be precise." There were many annoyed comments and a few happy ones.
"Settle down class," Iruka-sensei told them. Rukia really didn't care if they had to be on teams of three as long as that orange-clad boy was not on her team. And as long as her team helped her complete her mission. Kenoske wasn't surprised. He knew one of the reasons had to be that he, and apparently Rukia too, were older than the other students. They waited patiently for their name to be called, wondering who would be on their team.
Then "Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Sakura, and Uzumaki Naruto" interrupted Rukia's thoughts. She glanced up; desperately trying to locate the Sasuke kid those girls had been talking about. Finally, she located Sasuke and knew that it was, in fact, the Uchiha she knew. Or, at least, knew his brother. She covered her face in her bangs and listened for her name to come. 'They hadn't told me he would be here...'
"And finally, Team 13, Niwa Kenoske, Uchihara Rukia, and Akamatsu Hisana," called Iruka-sensei to the class. Rukia tensed as she heard the final name called. The girl shared her father's last name.
"Will Hisana, Kenoske, and Rukia stay after for just a minute before going to lunch," Iruka-sensei asked to the class while the other students got up to go off to lunch. Rukia waited to see who this "Akamatsu" girl was. To her surprise, the girl who had been sleeping earlier was the only other student left besides Kenoske and herself. She had light brown pixie-like hair. A beautiful dark blue kimono was wrapped around her, with black shorts underneath. The kimono barely reached mid-thigh.
'Maybe she isn't as dangerous as my father was...' thought Rukia, 'She doesn't even seem to recognize my name. Maybe she's of a different branch.'
They all approached Iruka. Hisana was wondering why she had to stay. All she wanted to do was eat. Ramen, particularly. She hadn't eaten all day.
Standing there next to Rukia, Kenoske realized he was right. She was wearing a skirt. A mini skirt. It was shockingly short. On her feet were ballet-like black shoes.
"Okay," started Iruka-sensei, "Because all of you are significantly older than the rest of the class, you are on the same team. Also, because of this factor, you need a special sensei to watch over your training. Someone who has already been a previous sensei. We are currently looking for that sensei so you all don't have one as of yet."
Iruka paused, judging their reaction. Rukia's face was an impassable wall, Kenoske's was peacefully calm, and Hisana had a simply bored expression on her pale face. Rukia stood next to Kenoske, but there was a noticeable space in between. Hisana sat on one of the tables, legs crossed.
"I'm correct that you all have some sort of home here in the village, yes?" Iruka asked, looking from yellow to honey to blue and brown eyes. Honey eyes nodded, as did blue and brown. Yellow, however, looked towards the ground.
"Rukia, oh my, I'm sorry. I'd forgotten. Do you have any place you can stay?" asked Iruka-sensei, blushing at his mistake. The Hokage had already told him yesterday that she had no home, but Iruka had no idea how truthful that statement was. Rukia had no home, anywhere.
"I've been camped out in the woods for a few days now... I'm fine with staying there," Rukia said, eyes still on the ground.
"She can stay with me," Kenoske said after a moment of deliberating. Rukia looked up at him, confused at why he would do that for her. They may be teammates, but they had only just met. She watched him with wary eyes. She didn't want this boy to be another lapse in her failing judgment.
"If Rukia is alright with that, then it's fine. You're almost adults as it is," Iruka said, smiling.
"Su-sure, I guess that's fine," Rukia said, still confused and cautious.
"Okay, well we will look for your sensei tonight and he or she will meet you at the bridge tomorrow morning. Sound good?" Iruka-sensei asked them. Rukia and Kenoske nodded their heads. Hisana had decided to lie down in the middle of the conversation and just put her arm up in a thumbs up to show her approval.
"Alright then. You can all go to lunch and get to know each other better."