Hehe…here's something new that I came up with while reading Romeo and Juliet, even though it has nothing to do with it…lol. Don't kill me. But this is also going to be a chapter fic as well. -scratches back of head-
Summary: A young Naruto watches his family get attacked and killed by a blood thirsty vampire. His savior comes in the shape of a cloaked figure. He's taken to the hospital and doesn't see the cloaked man who saved his life...ever again. Many years later...danger arises when someone from the past shows up once again.
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(Naruto's POV)
At the tender age of five I watched as my parents were brutally murdered by a figure shrouded in black. All I can remember about the person was swirling blood red eyes with black commas in the irises. The only emotion they were full of was blood lust. Sharp long white teeth glinted in the dim lighting of the moon. His eyes the color of blood, was watching my every move as he devoured my mother. Soon her body fell limply to the floor never to wake again. The black figure glided over to my father's paralyzed body. At the age of five I didn't know why my father didn't fight back. He would have surely tried to protect his family and himself but he didn't. He lay there unmoving, his dead eyes only staring at me. It was like he was trying to tell me something with only his blue orbs, but I couldn't understand. I was too transfix and terrified of this creature that steadily moved closer to him. Not to long after that the man was latched on to my father's neck. Streaks of red running down his once tanned throat.
I watched as he mercilessly drained my father of his life's essence. That was when my fear really hit me. I was too afraid to move or even scream for help. Fat luck that would've done me anyway, seeing as our next door neighbor is about a mile and a half away. A loud thump in front of me brought me out of my state of fearfulness. My blue eyes went wider than normal and my face paled. The tall creature floated over to my small body. It's red eyes boring into mine. I was frozen where I stood. My parents were dead and no one was around to help me. I knew these were my last few moments alive. Tears ran rampant down my face.
A cold pale hand reached out and brushed my whiskered cheek. I jerked away from the sudden contact, but my eyes never left from the ones before me. That same hand trailed from my cheek to my neck brushing over my racing pulse. A small groan of appreciation escaped the figures blood stained lips. A cold spine-chilling shiver ran down my spine. I couldn't help what happened next.
My small leg swung up and kicked the man in what I can only guess was his lower regions. The creature doubled over in pain and I took my chance to run as fast as I could away from the thing that murdered my family. I ran into the kitchen and hid in the cabinet to the right of the stove. It was always the place I ran to when I was hiding from someone. My breathing came out in shallow puffs of air and my heart was racing. I tried frantically to calm both and stay quiet at the same time. I pulled my knees to my chest and watched through the crack for the shrouded figure. As the time passed there was no sign of him. But that didn't stop me from staying where I was.
I closed my eyes finally feeling at ease. Even that was short lived. For when my eyes closed light flooded the small cabinet and I was yanked out into the open kitchen. I struggled with all my might, but it was all futile. One cold hand twisted both my arms behind my back. Warm breath ghosted over my neck.
"There is no need to fear little one. This will all be over quickly." There was a deadliness tone to his silky voice. I couldn't help but fall compliant. The figure tilted my head to the side, giving him more access to my pulse point. The sharp tip of something was placed over my jugular vein. The shape object pierced the delicate skin and I felt warm liquid running down my shoulder. The sound of the thing lapping greedily at my blood filled my senses.
I was on the brink of unconsciousness when I felt the warm autumn breeze come from the back door. The creature's snapped up quickly and looked in the direction of the door. I forced my eyes open to look at the creature and then at the source of the breeze. The figure's eyes narrowed into a deadly glare and his lips pulled back over his teeth in a deadly snarl. My eyes flitted over to what the object of the creature's attention was.
The man in the doorway was tall. He wore a black hooded cloak, with black pants and shirt. He looked to be in his late teens or early twenties. My gaze traveled from the stunning male to the silver gun he was holding. It was nothing special, just a plain old nine millimeter with the words "Grim Reaper" inscribed on it. The hooded man stepped closer to us, with his gun drawn aiming straight at the person behind me. There were a few low words that my befuddled brain couldn't make out.
I heard a gun shot and a bullet whiz passed my ear. A few more rounds were heard after that. I heard a sword being drawn and slash at the thing holding me. A small cry reached my ears but that was it. Blood spattered from the apparently bad wound. And in the blink of an eye I fell toward the ground with all trace of the creature gone. The funny thing is that I felt no pain when I was supposed to come in contact with the tiled floor. What I felt was being dragged into the hard chest of another. Warm yet slightly cold arms wrapped around me.
"Hey, are you ok?" A calmness washed over me. The smoothness of this man's voice did wonders for the panic I was feeling not to long ago. My hazy blue eyes looked at the man's face. The hood had fallen back slightly to reveal perfection. The man had baby smooth pale skin, with high, but not that prominent cheek bones. He had a strong jaw that appeared to be clenched at the moment. Blood covered what little of the man's face I could see. His ebony eyes were like black holes sucking you in. I tried to speak but my voice wouldn't work. A callous hand touched the wound on my neck and I flinched. A rather colorful word escaped the stranger's mouth and he held me closer to his chest and sped off in the darkness. There were faint sounds of sirens in the distance but soon faded away with the rest of the world.
"Stay with me, blondie. It isn't your time to go yet, hold on a little longer." The gentle voice reeled me back from the pretty white light. I snuggled closer into the man that was holding me and fell into a light sleep.
The sound of wind rushing by and the warmth under my fingertips kept me in the living world. A strange thing I noticed was that I didn't hear the heartbeat of the stranger. But that didn't register in my mind until later. My foggy eyes closed.
The next thing I knew was that I was in the hospital. I opened my bleary eyes and was met with a bright white. My head turned to the right when I heard the sound of a steady beeping next to me. IV's and other tubes were hooked up to my arm. Another set of wires were attached to my small chest and hooked up to a machined. The scent of sterilization and death filled my nose and I wanted to gag. I've always hated hospitals for the soul reason is that they stink and they kill the person you loved the most and try to break it to you in a soft way.
I tried to remember why I was here and what happened. But all I got were fuzzy images of shadows moving about. Two things were prominent though. Those blazing red eyes that seared my very being and soft gentle onyx orbs that had my heart racing. The soft opening and closing of the door brought me out of my musings and to the person that was standing at the foot of my hospital bed.
It apparently was the doctor for she donned the standard white coat and held a clip board in her hand. She was a blonde woman with a big bust. They looked to be about the size of two of my heads each. She had piercing light brown eyes. A blue diamond shaped tattoo in the middle of her forehead. Her blonde hair was tied back into two long pigtails. Other than the white coat she wore black Capri's and a green shirt with black trimming around the collar and hem. Her high heels clacked against the stone floor as she walked to the side of the bed.
"Namizake Naruto…" I could only stare at the woman. She took that as a hint and continued. "I'm your doctor, Sannin Tsunade. You're in Konoha hospital. You have been in a coma for two weeks now." At that my eyes bulged and I thought they were going to fall out of their sockets. Two weeks?! "Relax Namizake, you're alright now." Her tone became sadder like there was something that she didn't want to tell me. I placed my little hand over top of hers in a comforting gesture a smile welcoming smile stretched my lips.
"I'm sorry, Naru-kun but your parents are dead." And just like that my world was shattered once again. Memories of that violent night assaulted my mind. My parents' bodies lying lifeless on the ground. A figure saving me from the monster that had killed my parents. A blood curdling scream tore out of my mouth and I once again fainted.
The next morning I woke up and I felt alone. The machines were gone and there was no sound that penetrated the silence. For the first time in the five years of my life I had no one to lean on. To cry to. I was alone in this wide world. I drew my knees to my chest and cried into them until I couldn't cry any more.
The Tsunade lady came in again but she wasn't alone. This time she had the police with her. They were friendly enough but I knew right away what they really wanted. They wanted answers just like I did. They asked me a lot of pressing questions but I answered none. I was too far gone to speak to anyone anymore.
"Namizake Naruto, please answer the questions we ask. It is very important that you do." One of the cops asked. He had silver hair that defied the laws of gravity and he wore a mask that covered the bottom half of his face. One of his eyes was grey and the other red. I stared off into space, blocking out what the man was even saying. He finally sighed and gave.
"Kakashi-san he might be mute. After watching his parents die at such a young age can have that affect of children. I'm sorry." Tsunade spoke in a hushed whisper but it wasn't quiet enough.
"Thank you again Tsunade-san for letting me try though." The cop named Kakashi patted the doctor's shoulder and walked out. I was released from the hospital and put in foster care for a good two months before a sweet man named Iruka adopted me.
Iruka was a kind man. He loved animals and children but had none. He had long brunette hair that was tied into a ponytail and placed on top of his head. He a long scar running over the bridge of his nose. Later I found out that he worked in a school as a first grade teacher.
It was two years after Iruka had taken me in; I actually uttered my first word again. The brunette had been so happy he was jumping around the house all day. After that I couldn't stop talking. But I never told Iruka or the cop from before, Kakashi, 'Ruka's boyfriend, what happened that night. For all I knew that memory was locked away in the darkest corner of my mind never to resurface again.
I am now seventeen years old and in my final year of high school. To tell you the truth the fun has barely begun.
(Normal POV)
If Naruto only knew how true that statement was. He was unaware of the dark eyes that constantly watched his every movement. And so our story begins.
TBC—
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