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Contains minor spoilers for the end of Hellsing

Chapter 1: The night it all began

Uzumaki Naruto, six years old, orphan and the village piraiah of Konoha was laying on the cold dirt of one of the village's dark alleyways, multiple kunai in his back and bleeding to death.

His night had started somewhat well. He had run out of milk so he had left his house to go to the store after which everything went crashing down. A group of Chunin walked out of a bar, clearly tipsy and saw him. One said something about a fox hunt and the rest slowly formed evil grins on their faces before grabbing their weapons.

He had managed to keep a distance for a good five minutes before he had been cornered into his current location, both exits blocked.

His vision started going blurry and one of the attackers moved closer for the final blow.

And then everything changed as an arm went through the ninja's chest, blood splattering on the ground in front of the boy.

Naruto still couldn't see well but he recognized a tall man wearing all red with black boots standing in the ninja's place, the assailant dead on the ground with a hole in his chest.

"Drink it." The man said. Naruto expected a fight to break out but no one was moving, like they were all paralyzed. He used the last bits of his strength to give the man a confused look only to recieve an animalistic grin.

"The blood. You want to live right? So drink it, discard your humanity and enter the night where creatures of nightmares reside."

The boy looked at the blood that was slowly moving away from the corpse and towards him. A part of him was screaming no, but the majority of his mind made his body move forward, crawling to meet the stream of blood and started lapping it up.

And then the tables turned, well...it would be more accurate to say that the table was grabbed and thrown at whoever was on the other end.

Before the ninjas could react, the boy was already on one of them and completely healed, sinking his teeth into the man's neck, drinking every bit of blood that came out, eyes glowing red.

The Chunin snapped back to their senses, one trying to sink a kunai into his head. He grabbed the man's arm and in one yank, ripped the entire arm off. The man collapsed to his knees, screaming in pain before his head was seperated from his body by the boy's hand.

Some of them tried to run but it didn't take long for the walls and ground to be covered in blood. Naruto breathed heavily, looking at the carnage before turning his gaze to his hand that still had blood on it and greedily licked it off.

The silence was broken by the sound of clapping and deep chuckles. The blond turned towards the man in red and could see him much more clearly now. Dark red coat, pants and hat, sunglasses, white gloves and black boots.

"How does it feel boy?"

"I-I want more blood..b-but I don't wanna start killing everyone I see. How do I make it stop?" The man let out a loud chuckle.

"It won't. You're not a human anymore. A monster, a vampire. You'll search for someone new to devour so you can quench your thrist, but then the hunger for more will rise in time, again and again."

Naruto buried his face into his hands. He didn't want to kill anyone innocent...but he wanted more blood, but not everyone in the village deserved to be eaten...but they would taste so good.

"Do you really want to be held back from feasting on whoever you see?" The man asked in a more serious tone. Naruto nodded shakily.

"Then you need order, a master. Someone who will hold your reigns and tell you who you will and will not kill."

Naruto took a deep breath. The old man Hokage could easily do something about that, he would just need to get to the old man's office without attacking anyone. But before that he should thank his savior.

"Who are you?"

"Someone who is nowhere and everywhere." The boy let out laugh.

"The hell kind of riddle is that." He asked and raised his head from his hands and turned towards the man...who wasn't there anymore.

"What the hell..." He muttered, but now he needed to focus on getting to the Hokage, yet his mind screamed for him to search for more blood. He turned back towards the now dead ninjas.

There was still a lot of blood there. His instincts took over and he started gulping down every drop. The old man would still be in his office. He managed to see the light in the Hokage's office from all the way accross town. He could eat in peace for now.

Some of the bodies started moving and groaning. Naruto jumped a little but something in his mind told him that with just one little thought.

The moving bodies turned to ashes. He was slightly angry now, all of that wonderfull blood just disappeared. At least the decapitated ones stayed dead the whole time. He licked his lips and dug into the next corpse.

Sarutobi Hiruzen, the dead tired Hokage finished the last pile of papers on his desk, sighing in relief that he could finally get some sleep.

Though that would have to wait as Naruto walked into his office with blood on his clothes. The old man immediately sprang up from his chair and went to the boy.

"Are you alright? What happened?"

"Old man, I need someone to control me, I need you to control me." The boy said in a low tone. What was he talking about? Did someone tell him about the Kyubi.

"I-I'm afraid I don't know what you're trying to say."

"This blood...isn't mine." Hiruzen paused his thoughts for a few seconds and stayed still. He took a better look at the boy and yes there were tears in the back of his shirt.

But not a single wound.

"Naruto...I'm going to need a detailed explanation." And the boy went into a bit too detailed recap of the night's events. He questioned the boy's transformation into a vampire but had no choice but to accept it after Naruto revealed a sharp row of fangs in his mouth, his eyes turning crimson red.

"And you want me to be your master?"

"Or find me one, fast. I've had enough blood for now but who knows how long it will take for the hunger to return." The boy replied, tone still low but with clear urgency. Hiruzen sighed and went to his desk to grab his pipe and have a smoke to calm himself.

"I'm afraid I can't take the role of your master. I already have my hands full with village mattters, handling relations with other villages and...well something to do with an old team mate of mine. Monitoring and managing you as the way you are could easily send me to early retirement."

"Then find someone."

"I wish it were that easy, but just handing you to a clan or any single person will definitely create friction in the village. Everyone would want you in their hands, obeying their every command. At worst it would lead to a civil war with you as the prize."

"Then lock me up and figure it out!" The boy shouted, making him jump slightly. He blew out some smoke with a sigh and motioned the blond to follow him. He lead him to the basement door and walked down the dark corridor.

"Have a seat." He said and pointed at the back wall. The boy sat down and he started making hand seals. A part of the wall started moving and trapped the boy's hands, the floor doing the same to his legs.

"Try to move." Naruto tried to move his limbs but they didn't budge, causing him to grin. Hiruzen sighed and began walking away.

"I'll get you some more comfortable binding seals as soon as I can...you will most likely be sitting there for a few years, concidering the delicacy needed."

He didn't recieve a reply, the grin stuck on the boy's face being the only indicator of his thoughts.

End of chapter 1