AN: Yo. Long time no see. Sorry, I've been quite busy and only just got some time to listen to my muse. I'll update what I can when I can, but my muse developed ADD, ADHD, ADOS, and schizophrenia. Not my fault. Not at all. Anyway, this is an idea that just came to me recently. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Trinity Blood, Hellsing, nor Naruto.
Dusk's fading light winked on the horizon of what looked like a western ruin only few miles inland from a country that was known as China many ages ago. The cicada's chirped cheerily as a gentle breeze passed through the bending stalks of wheat. It was a peaceful and serene setting.
A gunshot echoed throughout the hills, silencing the cicadas and startling the sleeping birds, causing them to fly off in a panic. The loud retort was followed by several more. In the ruin a tall man wearing a red suit was dodging bullets. He had midnight black hair that reached to just below his shoulders. Over his eyes were a pair of custom made teashades, the lenses a golden red to contrast the black wrought iron frames. In one gloved hand was a pistol, but he wasn't firing back. A maniacal grin split his face, revealing razor sharp teeth.
"I haven't had this much of a challenge in ages priest," the man in red said cockily.
He dodged behind another fallen pillar as his opponent came into view. He was just as tall, but had long white hair tied into a ponytail. He had a pair of thin teashades on as well, but his had no tint to the lens. He wore the gold trimmed black robes of the Vatican's AX department.
"Does this mean that you'll surrender and stop fighting?" the priest asked hopefully, though he knew full well his enemy would do no such thing.
"Not on your life papist," the man in red said firing a single shot that grazed the priest's cheek before slamming into one of the still remaining pillars.
"Damn vampire," the AX member muttered as he ducked behind the pillar.
"I heard that priest," the vampire called out. "That wasn't very nice."
"My apologies," the priest said. "I meant no offense."
"Oh? Lies are unbecoming of a man of the cloth," the vampire taunted as he moved stealthily around, gun at the ready.
The priest stood very still, listening intently. Finally he heard the sound of the vampire stepping on a twig. "Tres, now!"
"Positive," a flat voice said from the shadows behind the vampire. "Target acquired. Commence termination of hostile targets."
Multiple gunshots sounded as Tres stepped out of the shadows. He was shorter than both the other men, with spiky brown hair. He wore the same robes as the other priest. The vampire's body jerked as he was riddled with bullet holes, blood staining the little white that was showing on the suit.
"Ammo expended," Tres said. "Target eliminate-"
He was silenced as a single shot pierced the silence, and his head. The vampire's arm extended from his hunched over body, the gun still smoking from it's shot. The second AX agent slowly fell backwards.
"TRES!" the priest called out in horror. He and the vampire locked gazes for a moment, then the priest leveled his gun at the vampire. With a bellow of anguish and fury, he emptied all of his rounds into the vampire. When his gun clicked empty, the AX agent lowered his arm dropping his gun and bowing his head
The vampire started to chuckle, but it quickly changed into a deep hearty laugh. "Is this the best you have priest? I expected more from the Vatican than this!"
"You... you killed Tres," the priest said. "I cannot forgive you."
"And what do you think you're going to do about it?" the vampire sneered.
A dark energy seemed to permeate the air around the priest as storm clouds gathered and lightning flashed, thunder booming throughout the region. His hair rose in the air, the ribbon holding it in a ponytail flying off. Wings emerged from the AX member's back, skeletal and black. A scythe made of what looked like congealed blood and pure darkness formed in his outstretched hand, the tail of multiple diamond shaped pieces of the same material lashing in the air behind him. His skin turned a mottled gray, as if it were partially decayed. He raised his head until it was in line with the vampire, then his now glowing red eyes snapped open.
"Nano-machine, Cruznik zero two," the voice seemed darker. Deeper and raspy. "Initial operation forty percent, acknowledged."
"What are you?" the vampire asked in a deadly serious tone.
"Vampires live by hunting humans. Then it is not inconceivable that there exists a being that hunts vampires," the priest said. "I am a Cruznik, a vampire that feeds on vampires."
The vampire stared at the Cruznik before a massive grin split his face. "Excellent. A worthy foe at long last!" The vampire dropped his gun as his hands moved fully outstretched in front of his body. The left arm rose slightly, the back of the hand facing the Cruznik thumb extended out, middle and fore fingers pointing down the other two fingers curled in. The right hand moved in the opposite direction, the fingers pointing up, thumb still pointing at the other hand. "Release restraints level one, Cromwell protocol initiated."
Darkness burst forth from nothing, surrounding the vampire. When his torso was revealed again, his hair was much longer, and he no longer wore the red suit. In its place was a dark gray, almost black, straight jacket. The darkness took the vague shape of several dogs' heads surrounding him. Then the eyes opened. Throughout the darkness were an uncountable number of eyes of varying sizes and colors.
"Truly a fearsome and dark power," the priest said.
"This is Baskerville, my 'Demon Dog,'" the vampire said with a slight grin. "Now, what is your name priest. You interest me."
"Abel," the priest said, meeting the vampire's eyes. "Abel Nightroad. And you?"
"Alucard Nightwalker," the vampire said, a glint in his eye. "Now, let us dance!"
With terrifying war cries, the two monstrous beings clashed. As they met in battle, the storm clouds broke, a torrential downpour falling from the heavens, a flash of lightning signifying the beginning or the end.
3000 years later:
In the sunny and warm village of Konoha, in the academy, a chuunin with a scar across the bridge of his nose was giving a lecture to his students. Usually the myriad of clan heirs and heiresses, orphans, and civilian children would be dozed off during a history lecture, but this one was actually fascinating. The young children, most only six years old, sat in rapt attention at their long hardwood desks as their sensei spoke.
"And so the last anyone saw of the vampires was when the Rikudo Sennin drove them into the lands beyond, before he created the moon from the land that would become the North Sea just above Kaminari no Kuni," the chuunin finished up.
"Neh neh, Iruka-sensei," said an energetic blonde boy waving his hand in the air. He had brilliant blue eyes, and sun kissed blond hair. He had three marks on each cheek. He wore a hideous orange jumpsuit with a large white and blue collar.
"Yes Naruto?" Iruka said, granting the boy permission to ask his question.
"Were the vampires really that dangerous?" the boy asked.
Iruka stared at the boy for a moment before answering. "Yes they were. The weakest were easily as strong as a jounin. They had unbelievable hearing and eyesight. Some even had special abilities."
"Iruka-sensei, how would one kill a vampire?" asked a pink haired girl with bright green eyes and a brick red dress.
"Well Sakura, only three ways were ever known of," the chuunin said. "A stab in the heart, a fatal head injury, and exposing them to the sun. Although, it's been said that the strongest of them could walk in the sun just like you and me." The sensei looked like he was about to say more when the bell rang, releasing the students. "No homework for today class. Have a good weekend!"
XxXxX
Late that night, Naruto was walking through the village, ignoring the villagers who either gave him cold stares or ignored him outright. Many of them actually pitied the boy, but wouldn't act on it. They had a reputation and standing to maintain in the village.
Eventually the blonde boy decided to take a short cut and started running down an alley. He slowed when he thought he heard people talking. He crept up to the corner and peered around it cautiously. There were two men, one hooded and cloaked, the other holding a rope that seemed to be tied to a woman's neck and wrists. The hooded man pulled out a stack of bills and handed it to the other man, who handed the rope to the hooded man.
"You'll fetch a good price at the market," the hooded man said lecherously.
Naruto gasped. Instantly he covered his mouth, but the damage was already done. All three heads snapped towards his direction.
"Looks like you were followed Sajiro," the hooded man said.
Sajiro looked frightened and distraught. "I wasn't! I swear it!" at a look from the hooded man he started screaming. "No, no! Don't ki-" his words were stopped as a knife sliced open his throat. He fell over, blood gurgling from the wound.
The woman screamed and turned to flee only to be held fast by the man holding the other end of the rope. The woman kept screaming until the knife ended her too.
The hooded man approached Naruto who had been rooted to the spot by his fear. The boys better instincts finally kicked in and the boy fled down the way he had come, but unfortunately the other man was faster. He threw the knife expertly and it lodged itself in the boy's back, piercing his lung.
The hooded man strode easily to the boy and reclaimed his knife. "I should kill you now, but you cost me a pretty penny. I'll just leave you here to your agony. You'll die eventually anyway." And then he was gone.
The boy tried to call for help, but the blood filled his lungs and mouth, preventing him from making noise louder than a whisper. Within moments he was passed out.
XxXxX
Within seconds of his passing out, two men walked down the alley. They wore strange white coats that were almost the length of their body. One had dark brown hair, the other light brown. Upon seeing the boy, they rushed over. "See if you can find anyone else nearby," the darker haired man said and his partner ran off. The man checked the boy's pulse and injuries. "This one's alive," he called out.
"But only just." He pulled out medical apparatus and started working on stabilizing the blonde.
"I found two more, a man and a woman. Both dead," the lighter haired man responded.
"I'm going to try THAT on this boy," the darker haired man said.
"THAT?!" the lighter haired man asked in shock. "Chances are he won't survive THAT."
"He'll die if we don't do something," the first man said. "Can't you trust me just this once Clyde?"
"Fine, but you'll be responsible if he dies," Clyde. "I'm not going to cover for you. It's your ass on the line John."
Eventually the blonde was stable enough for transport and was whisked away. When ANBU arrived on the scene on their patrol, they only found two bodies and a blood stain to indicate where Naruto had been.
XxXxX
Naruto came to groggily. The first thing that registered was a pain in his back and chest. The second was that he strapped into an open pod of some sort. As soon as he started to struggle against his bonds, the door shut.
Several needles punctured his skin in several different places along his body. He screamed out in excruciating pain as something entered his body from the needles. His screams rose in intensity as the something started to change his body from the inside. Eventually he could stand the pain no more, and he passed back out.