B l o o d R e p r i s a l by Kaellia.
R a t i n g : R - NC-17.
G e n r e : Horror.
S u m m a r y : When Naruto awakes to his parents' dead bodies, the only clue he could find was a symbol: The Uchiha Fan. Now he has dedicated his life as a vampire hunter, and he will never rest until the murderer, Uchiha Itachi, is dead. AU.
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Okay, I lied. This is the first chapter. The only chapter that I've written so far. I know I said that I'm going to write a bit into it and then start releasing it, but my FanFiction account has been dead for so long that I just needed to upload this. Please forgive me. ;-;
Well, I've always wanted to write a dark, horror fic...even though this fic doesn't seem all that scary. Naruto is a bit OOC because he doesn't really go with the whole dark thing, being all blonde and loud, but just play along, okay? And whilst the gagging and pointing out "Oh, that's wrong", and "He is so out of character", please enjoy reading this fic. :3 And while you're at it, make a little review or two. :D If you do, I shall adore you forever and ever and ever with every single fiber of my worthless, fangirl being. -glomp.- And, oh yeah, it's rated R, so use your brain and try to imagine what you're about to read. So that means yaoi, language, incest (Hyuuga-style ;D), and lossa lossa violence. Read at your own risk. I will not be held responsible for little minds being scarred forever. And hey, it might even reach NC-17...
This fic is dedicated to my bestest friend, Leah, because she loves these kinds of stories, and my absolute bestest-estest friend, Tina, because I just plain love her to death and so should everybody else. :D Oh oh, and Tracy-kin, my Angst-buddy, because she promised to be my #1 reviewer, and she's the most awesomest person ever. x3 Plus, you should go read her fics. They'll knock your wig off. xD
- N o t e - I don't think that this fic is going to be particular angsty... xD Sorry, Tracy.
D i s c l a i m e r : Well, I do not own Naruto, but I can still dream, can't I?
The night was silent. No wind blew, and no crickets chirped. The only sound that could be heard in the vicinity were the soft sounds of his footsteps as he crept cautiously through the dark, ominous alleyway. Up above in the sky, the moon was hidden behind the walls of the buildings, and there was no emitted light to guide him down the way. He decided to crouch down to get closer to the ground and instantly caught sight of a trail of an unknown fluid that seemed black in the darkness. It was blood. He could smell the vile stench of the substance as he dipped is fingers into the puddle and brought it up to his lips. He brought his tongue out from between his lips, the very tip just slightly touching the fingertips of his glove, tasting the substance. Yes...it was blood. And where blood separated from its possessor abided surely meant that his target was nearby. Vigilantly, he continued forward, his gun clutched tightly at his side.
Suddenly, behind him, he heard a woman moaning. He turned around to ascertain the sound and saw indistinctly two black figures pressed tightly against each other from across the other side of the street just underneath a particularly weak-lighted lamppost. One figure was surely the woman, who sighed heavily and whimpered in either pleasure or pain. The other one stood behind her, one hand clutched firmly around her head, and the other around her thin waist, with his face buried deeply within the side of her neck. If he hadn't known any better, he would have guessed that these were just two nightly lovers, exercising their forbidden affair where nobody could see them; however, his sources told him otherwise.
Jackpot, he thought within his mind as his lips twisted into a smirk. He made sure that his weapon was in full supply of bullets as he cocked his gun and brought it out from its holster. He closed one eye and avidly took aim at the figure behind the woman, who he was sure was his target. His finger was just about to pull against the trigger when the woman suddenly opened her eyes and saw him. She gave a small scream, and the next thing he knew, the other figure was gone, and the woman's body slumped over on the sidewalk, motionless.
"Well, I wonder what kind of person you are, spying on two lovers in the middle of the night. What's the matter, can't get any yourself?" whispered a smug voice just behind him. He simpered but did not reply to the rhetorical question. Without having to look back, he grabbed the other's arm, twisted it behind him, and in an instant, he had him steadily crushed against the wall of the alleyway, his foot planted painfully into the man's back. "This strength... You're not a normal, are you?" the man acknowledged. The free hand that the man had that was not twisted behind his back was gripping a knife, an act that he had failed to notice. Before the knife had the chance to score, however, his grip upon the man's arm loosened as he jumped back to avoid the blade.
"No. And neither are you, vampire."
And that was when the intense battle began. The vampire sneered at his observation. Of course, he was correct. The vampire charged from the human, his knife forcefully clutched within his tight fist and taking a swing, only for the human to dodge with ease. Swing after swing, he continued to evade the attack, until the wall prevented him from avoiding the knife any longer, and the dagger came straight towards him. He moved slightly to the right, in an attempt to elude it, but he wasn't fast enough, and the blade pierced his coat right into his left shoulder, just missing the heart. He hung his head as the pain stung cogently, but he did not allow it to bother him. Assuming that the blade had hit the heart, the vampire left the knife in his shoulder and started to walk away. He watched the vampire in amusement. Obviously, this one was not very intelligent. It would take a lot more than a little stab to stop him from turning this guy to dust.
"Heh heh heh... You're too careless," he laughed out loud and looked up to face the undead figure, his fingers curling over the black hilt of the knife and yanking it out of his bleeding flesh. "Next time, make sure your prey is properly dead before you walk away from the battle," he twirled the knife freely between his fingers. "You can't kill somebody by just stabbing him in the shoulder." Suddenly, with a quick movement, he dashed past him, stabbing the vampire's own knife into his back, and pointed his ready gun just above the area. Feeling the vampire's muscles tense up, he pulled the trigger. A quiet bang, softened by the sound of his silencer, ensued as the bullet tore through the vampire's skin and into his flesh. "It takes a while for it to happen, but these bullets contain the magic of the witches that have the only power to kill your species. Within a few seconds, the magic will leak from the bullet and burn your innards with power equivalent to the white-hot intensity of one thousand suns. Are you ready for that pain?"
"What the fuck?" the vampire demanded, feeling his body already starting to heat up, and his skin beginning to dry and crack. He stared down at the boy, his eyes burning with murderous intent, although now that this damned bullet was lodged into his body, he was powerless to do any harm. "Who the hell are you?" he had been defeated so easily. There was no way that this little twerp was even human. Even if he was, he must have been enabled with some foreign power.
There was a brief silence. Right before the remains of the vampire were scorched to ashes just like the rest of his body, he spoke, "Uzumaki Naruto. Vampire Hunter."
With that, all the flesh had burned from the other's body, and the bones collapsed , now reduced to nothing but gray cinders. The mission was complete. He took a small vial from his pocket and gathered some samples of the ash into it, and then turned to face the woman, who was half-fainted on the sidewalk. He walked over to her and picked her limp body up in his arms. "I'm sorry, miss, but I'm going to have to take you in with me," when she did not object, he took his cell phone from his belt and dialed a number to call his employer. The secretary picked up the phone. "This is Uzumaki. Target, Inuzuka Kiba, has been removed. Mission is now completed. Now ready to fly to the Sound Country. Tell the Hyuuga that I just went on a little vacation. Even a hunter needs his breaks."
"All right, Uzumaki-san, your jet shall arrive to your location momentarily. Will there be any passengers boarding the vehicle along with you?" the secretary questioned for record's note.
"Yes, in fact, I have a fainted young lady with me right now. A victim of the target. A lot of blood has been drained from her. Looks around her early twenties," he replied, examining the girl's face. It was difficult to make out her exact details in the dark street, where there were barely any lights. "We should get her to the Konoha hospital before setting out for the Sound Country. And I'm going to have to speak to her when she awakes," he then hung up the cell phone, and within a few minutes, his own private jet was seen above and pulled into a safe landing on the street. He stepped inside, placing the collapsed woman on the seat, and ordered the pilot, "Konoha, now." The pilot nodded, and he used the time he had before they arrived at their destination to treat the woman's wound. He did not know how much the vampire took, but her complexion appeared to be extremely pallid, and that gave him the comprehension that they had to bring her to the hospital and get some blood into her, fast.
Underneath the bright light within the jet, he could now clearly distinguish the woman's features. It was true, she looked around her early-twenties or so, probably around his age, and her dark, indigo hair only went down to her mid-neck in length. She looked rather familiar. While pressing a cloth against her neck to stop the bleeding, he took off her jacket and searched through the pockets, for any hopes of her carrying some ID. In her purse, his hands came across her wallet. He opened the small, black leather pouch and caught sight of a picture of Hyuuga Neji. His employer. He studied both the picture and the woman for a moment. Why would this girl have a picture of Hyuuga in her wallet? Did she perhaps know him in some way? The answer came to easily when he realized what her name was. Of course. She was Hyuuga Hinata. No wonder she seemed familiar to him. After all, they had both attended the same high school. He then decided to put the wallet inside his jacket's pocket.
Peering outside the window, he could see the day starting to light up as dawn made its appearance and spread light upon the world. As the hours passed, he felt the jet slowly descending past the thick, white wisps of clouds, and the Fire Country came into view, giving him a sense of relief as once again, he was home. The Fire Country was so beautiful. Possibly the most beautiful out of all the other countries. Although they had many urbanized areas that have been conquered by heavy industries with their many buildings and artificial life, there are also many areas of which the beauty of its wondrous nature was preserved. With its giant, ancient trees that built forests and wide, open fields where the healthy flora bloomed, it was no astonishment that so many tourists came to visit. He always did love coming to these places. But this time, his spirits descended with the jet as they flew over the emerald patches and landed on the black, tarmac runway of the airport.
The cloth that he had held to Hinata's neck was now soaked crimson with blood, so he flung it to the side and used a new one. It was already halfway into the day, and her chances of survival were beginning to become questionable. Calling a taxi, he placed her into the back seat and got into the front passenger seat, directing the driver to the Konoha hospital. When they arrived, the doctors and nurses rushed Hinata away on a stretcher, into the emergency room. He did not feel as if the wound in his shoulder needed any special treatment, so he bandaged it up roughly by himself. Thanks to that damn vampire, his jacket was ruined. Sighing, he got back into the taxi that took him back to the airport, where his jet was waiting for him. When he boarded, it once again took flight, and they headed towards the Sound Country.
The journey and his stay in this country was going to be awkward. This country was quite difficult for him. They had been a longtime enemy of the Fire Country, and being from Konohagakure, he did not expect the citizens of this land to cooperate well. The two countries had been at war for as long as he could remember after the Sound broke the peace treaty. They were not too welcome with outsiders, and if they were ever to discover that he came from the enemy territory, he would definitely find his head detached from the rest of his body. His mission, however, although not technically assigned to him, was far more important than to worry about the connection of his body parts. This was where he heard that the vampire, Uchiha Itachi, was last spotted, and he was going to find him. He asked around the stores if they had seen Uchiha or have even heard rumors as to where he was hiding, but the managers instantly kicked him out, screaming for him never to mention that horrid monster ever again. It was clear that they had indeed heard of Uchiha Itachi. Being the most infamous and feared vampire from their world, he had made numerous enemies and was hated by countless nations, especially the ones of the Sound Country.
"You're asking about Uchiha Itachi, eh?" asked a raspy voice from behind him, and he turned around to face the one who spoke. It was an old man who dwelled on the side of the streets, clutching an empty, broken beer bottle in his hands.
"Actually, yes, I am," Naruto replied and approached him. Instantly, he sense of smell was besieged with the revolting reek of alcohol. The man's eyes were hidden underneath his ragged cloak, but he could see his drooling mouth that displayed a repellent set of decaying, brown and yellow teeth. It took him great restraint not to just turn and walk away. But after all, he was a vampire hunter, and he had to deal with their abominable stink every day, didn't he?
"Yeah, I've seen him around here before," the man spoke, his speech coming out drunken and slurred. "He passed by once and didn't exactly leave quietly, either. He left this huge trail of blood from anybody who met them creepy, red eyes of his. But if you're trying to find him here, I'd say good luck with that. He left a long time ago. But I do know this one guy who'd know where this devil is. He's been keeping track of him for a long time and never misses his latest activities. This guy's name is Orochimaru. And his business is in that building over there," the man used the hand holding the beer bottle to point at a a tall building at another street that stood out from the rest. "But have fun. He won't like you much." When he brought the thin, brittle arm down, the beer bottle crashed against the ground and pierced some of the man's own, saggy skin.
"Thank you for the information," Naruto nodded and proceeded towards the building, glad to finished dealing with this man. Orochimaru, eh? That name seemed oddly familiar to him, somehow. He was certain that perhaps Hyuuga or somebody else had mentioned that name once or twice. Maybe if he had actually paid attention to some of Hyuuga's lectures, he would have an idea about this person that he was looking for. But to be able to keep track of where Uchiha Itachi was hiding, this Orochimaru must either be a vampire hunter or a very high-ranking vampire. Judging by the fact that all the blinds of the building were pulled down, he would put all of his money on vampire. Not a single ray of light could shine through the canopy. A strange aura lured about the building, and slowly, as he approached it, he had second thoughts about entering. It sent him a harrowing feeling... Luckily, just as he was about to enter the building, his cell phone rang. He peered at the caller ID. It was Hyuuga.
"Uzumaki speaking," he answered, holding the phone a little distance from his ear, knowing what to expect.
"Uzumaki Naruto!" screamed the voice from the cell phone. His muscles stiffened up at the deafening yell that pierced his eardrums. "Where the hell are you? I have waited for you for hours now to report to the base! It does not take that long to reach the Fire Country from the Wind Country. TenTen has already informed me that your mission has been completed, and now you're going on some sort of 'vacation'? I have not given you any permission to take any sort of vacation, and certainly not to the Sound Country! I want you to get on your jet and turn back right now and get your worthless ass to the base or I'm going to take away your gun and put you on another suspension. That's an order, Uzumaki!" before he had a chance to reply, there was a click, and all he could hear was the dial tone.
He was in for it now. So Hyuuga found out about his plans. And all surely because that loathsome slut of a secretary, TenTen, told him. He should have known. It didn't matter whether or not he requested for this to be held as a secret from Hyuuga. That whore was much too head-over-heels in lust for the man to even listen, and she would jump at any chance, no matter how small, to enter his office and do her shameless flirting. She could be informing him that somebody had died, and still, she would sit there on his desk in her stupid, short, thigh-revealing miniskirt, masticating her gum infuriatingly loud in her big mouth.
Naruto sighed and walked over to Iruka, his pilot, who was standing beside a nearby shop, trying to blend in with the crowd; however, with his clean, neat black suit, he seemed quite conspicuous. "Iruka, we're going to have to turn back to Konoha. The boss is getting pissed at me again," he scoffed, and Iruka nodded. They had no choice to embark the jet once again and fly to Konoha. We didn't accomplish anything. What a waste of fuel. But I'll be sure to look into this Orochimaru when I get back. When was that Hyuuga bastard ever going to allow him to do what he has dedicated his entire life to? Hunting down Uchiha Itachi was the only reason he became a vampire hunter in the first place. But apparently, if that was his purpose, then he had obviously fallen in the hands of the wrong agency. Hyuuga had never been one for vengeance, and he stated that damn well when Naruto came. The moment he set foot into Hyuuga's office that afternoon, his boss completely blew up in his face, probably popping a vein or two.
"Uzumaki. Why do I have to lecture you over and over about this? You were in the fucking Sand Country, for God's sake. Our country and theirs are at a war. You hear me? A war!" he yelled over and over again. For most children, repetition was enough to make them stop doing the things that their parents forbade them to do, but now, even as an adult, Naruto still could not resist himself. "You were so lucky that TenTen told me what you were planning to do before you mad any serious damage." As he went on, Naruto did not pay much attention. And he could think was that hell yeah, TenTen had been there already, if the fact that Hyuuga's tie was skewed and there was a trace of red on his neck had been any indication. "We don't need another reason for battling the Sound Country and put more innocent lives at stake. And what the fuck were you doing there, anyway? You could have gotten killed if they knew that you came from Konohagakure, and they would have done a lot worse if they knew that you belonged to this organization. We have rivals there who are willing to kill us, and it's not a very good idea to simply go there like you're practically gift-wrapped package that screams, 'Kill me!'"
Naruto slumped over on his chair in a lazy fashion, brushing his golden locks of hair impatiently out of his tired eyes. He had not slept in two days. How many times had Hyuuga given him this speech? He should have known that by now that it was useless. His brain was far too dense to take in any of these words. "Look, Hyuuga," he spoke, holding his hand up to stop his employer from completely exploding. "No need to yell and say it all over again. I know what they are. They hate us. They see us, and they want to murder us. Big deal. It's not like they can. I could totally take them out with this baby if I wanted to," he shrugged, wielding the knife he had acquired from the vampire on his previous mission. "This blade is not bad. Shame the vampire didn't have a chance to use it anymore. Now he's just a pile of dust."
"That's the weapon that Inuzuka Kiba carried? Don't forget, you still have to file your report and give in his remains, so then we can tell Kurenai-san that her vampire has been taken care of," said Hyuuga. For a moment, Naruto thought that he perhaps forgot about their previous conversation... But that was before he raised his voice to yell all over again. "Now you still didn't tell what the hell you were doing in the fucking Sound Country. And don't say it's not big deal. It is a big deal, and it's that kind of attitude you have that's going to get you killed one of these days. It's the enemy's territory. You trespassed. You go there, and they're going to do the same thing to ours, and even if you didn't do anything to harm anybody there, they don't care. If any of the big guys found out that you were in their terrain, they'll all come and declare war again," Hyuuga's voice broke slightly. Remembering what happened last time the war broke out for him was difficult, and a knot built inside of Naruto's stomach. Of course...he'd forgotten. It was only when they were but little kids when the warriors of the Sound Country attacked and killed Hyuuga's father right before his seven-year-old eyes.
"Look, Hyuuga, I'm sorry," he apologized quietly, his smartass attitude fading away from him. "I - I'll level with you. I was there to search for Uchiha Itachi - " the words were now just tumbling unconsciously out of his mouth, out of his control. It was as if Hyuuga's guilt trip triggered something in his mind to force his mouth to start revealing information. At the same time, he kept thinking to himself, Bad move, bad move, bad move. Telling the truth is the worst idea possible. Hyuuga is going to throw a fit now, and your weapon is going to get take away from you. "Look, before you start yelling again, just hear me out - I wasn't going to do anything, I swear it. I just wanted to go and see if what I heard was true. I mean - "
"You..." Hyuuga interrupted, his shoulders shaking with anger, and his monochrome eyes narrowed to mere slits in his face. "You what? What was the first thing that I told you when you entered this organization? You may never, and I repeat - never use your powers for revenge! So Itachi killed your family. Killing him is not going to bring them back. The power of the Kyuubi is the greatest of them all, and when the Fourth performed the spell to seal his power within your body, you swore an oath! You swore that you would only use this power for missions and for defense! Not this stupid thing that you call revenge. You realize that because of that, you're putting his death in vain," he paused, gasping for breath, and his knuckles turning white. "Uzumaki. When you said that you wanted to become a vampire hunter because you wanted to help, he believed you. And I believed you. He didn't die for you just so you could use these powers for your own purposes. And I'm sorry to say that I'm going to have to put you on suspension for this. Give me your gun, right now," Hyuuga demanded, thrusting his arm out.
Reluctantly, Naruto searched for his gun that safely tucked into the holster. He stretched out his arm, but paused before he placed it onto Hyuuga's. Suspension. This was not going to look good on his records. He then handed it over with great reluctance.
"Good," growled Huyuga, the anger not disappearing from his eyes as he took the gun forcefully out of Naruto's hands and dropped it into the right drawer of his mahogany desk. "You know the drill - it's two weeks with no missions. I'll give this back to you once you are able to exercise some self-restraint. I'm doing this for your own good, you know, Uzumaki. Vengeance is never the answer, and you won't gain anything that way. You're dismissed." With an exasperated sigh, Naruto started to get up from his chair, but just as he was walking out of the office, Hyuuga spoke up, "Oh, by the way, who was that woman you told TenTen was boarding the plane with you?"
"Oh, just some woman who was being attacked by Kiba at the time of assassination. Really of no importance," he replied, feeling that perhaps telling Hyuuga the truth might interfere with his plans later on, so he walked out of the office without another word. As he walked down the hall towards the elevator, he passed by one of his fellow associates, Haruno Sakura, who was making her way to her own employer's department to hand in her report from her latest mission. As their paths crossed, he couldn't help but feel a trace of embarrassment. This rose-haired demon hunter had always been somebody he was fond of, and she certainly wouldn't have something good to say to him if she ever found out that he had been put on suspension...yet again. After all, Haruno had always been a woman with great expectations. He quickened his pace and reached the elevator before she could stop to say hello.
So. That's another two weeks with no missions and no money. Just great, he thought with annoyance as he slid into the leather seats of his black Mercedes-Benz and started the half-hour drive home back to his apartment. After the meeting with Hyuuga, it was now the middle of the night again, and the moon had risen in the sky. Living in a city, he couldn't see any stars because of all the light pollution, but even watching the twinkling objects in the sky did not calm his spirits that night. Rigel shone brightly within its constellation of Orion, but he gave it no notice as he parked his vehicle in the basement garage of the apartment. When he reached his room, he could do nothing but collapse on his couch and stare absently at his ceiling. He did not even turn a light on. Instead, he just lied there, motionless and deprived.
Memories of his past swam accidentally into his mind and implanted within his concentration, forcing him to undergo the different series of events that happened in his earlier life. It was not long ago that he had decided to become a vampire hunter, and he could remember the Fourth's words so clearly in his mind. Hyuuga was right, of course. But then again, Hyuuga was always right, and the guilt wholly consumed him because what he did really meant that he was putting the Fourth's death in vain. They had made a deal, and his end of it was to help the corporation hunt down vampires for the world's sake, not his own. By not fully living up to it, he felt like scum. A hunter worse than garbage.
It had started a few years ago. Uchiha Itachi, vampire lord extraordinaire, had committed a crime that Naruto could absolutely never forgive. His life from then on was tainted with blood, and the expression on his parents' faces brought nightmares into his sleep and fear into his veins. The Uchiha fan was painted so vividly on his wall in a thick, crimson fluid that from then on was forever his worst trepidation. He had dedicated his life from that moment to hunt down Uchiha Itachi and kill him. The sole purpose of his life, he could never let it go and would go to any means to achieve it. Yes...any means. With a fit of rage, he pushed Hyuuga's voice about the Fourth forcefully from his mind. While it was true that the Fourth Hokage of their organization had performed had sealed the already-dead Kyuubi's powers into Naruto to strengthen him as a newly founded vampire hunter, it was no matter to him. The pain of his parents' death was far worse than the guilt that was brought by the Fourth Hokage's death. How could Hyuuga to him a ever hope to understand that?
Slowly, he arose from his resting position on the couch and reached over for his jacket to pull something out of the right pocket. Smiling, he walked out of the apartment, feeling a strange desire to visit the hospital.
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Lmao, I'm sorry for all the insults on TenTen. I don't hate her. In fact, I really like TenTen. But keep in mind the voice in that little part was in third person omniscient limited to Naruto's perspective. It was basically talking like he would if we were in his mind, only it wasn't first person.
Okay, okay. I'll level with you. Everybody's character in this fic is blown way out of proportion. Gah, is there a character who I didn't mess up? Well, it's an Alternate Universe fic, so go figure. I mean, you can't have the main character as a Naruto who frolics about all the pretty flowers. And hey, they're all at least ten years older now, so change is mostly bound to happen, right? Lmao, The only thing that remains the same between the real characters and the characters in here are the names. Anyway, I'm not sure when Sasuke's going to come in. But don't worry, I'll write some good, fangirl-swooning, guy x guy scenes for all of you later to make up for the lack of Sasuke in the beginning chapters. ;D - Kae-chan.