Okay, this is my first chapter at my attempt of a Hannibal/Naruto crossover. I will try to keep the chapter length around six to seven pages and content of a similar level through out the story, so this will mean a slow updating speed. I'm sorry if you don't like it, but I took this challenge on a whim and I have my own projects to work on right now.

Sorry if this bugs anyone, but that's the way it is.

It will mainly be told from Naruto's side of things, with dabs of insight from Hannibal. I'm also using a younger Hannibal than seen in the original books, but older than seen in the prequel, Hannibal Rising. So it will be a book of growth, altered growth thanks to Naruto, for Hannibal as well as Naruto.

And so with that, I kick off things.

"…Blah…" = People speaking

…Blah… = People thinking

….Blah… = Demon talking to host

"…Blah…" = Demon speaking through host

A Day of Blood, How Lovely

Naruto panted heavily as he slumped on the alley wall, clutching his bleeding side as he tried to escape from those that were chasing him.

Fingers brushed over wood and the pain streaked through him again, Naruto barely managing to stifle a yelp of pain. He looked around and stepped slightly away from the wall, his left hand reaching down to grip his right forearm. The blonde boy straightened his arm and then put his right hand against the cold wall, gritting his teeth as he twisted his shoulder towards the wall. With a pop and a crunch, his dislocated popped back into place and the sharp pain was too great and ten year old Naruto let out a cry of pain.

And this cry was answered, but the one to reply was of a drunken and rage filled intent and the sounds of sandals slapping against the dirt and stone ground. The young man pushed off the wall and forced his shaking, burning legs to run again. He exited the alley and he half stumbled and half ran down the streets, tears blurring his vision as fear blurred his mind.

It wasn't his fault, he never wished for any of this! He never asked for the fox demon to attack the village and he certainly didn't ask for the consequences; for the monstrous beast to be sealed in him. Naruto scampered around a couple, the man flinching at sight of the boy and the woman gasping, and the blonde bolted down the street. Yes, he knew. Ever since he could comprehend words and their meanings, he had been hearing the whispering of the demon in his ears and haunting his dreams. It threatened to devour his soul and set the village ablaze with its hate, all if the boy wasn't careful or strong enough. It was a horrifying thing for a five year old to experience and when he asked for help, the ninjas around him only grew in anger.

Their rage nearly reached a peek when the Sandaime enrolled him at the ninja academy, but they were begrudgingly silenced. Their silence was earned when the Hokage pointed out that the weaker Naruto was, mentally and physically, the easier it was for the demon to break out. But this did nothing to stop them from beating him, cursing him and then their yearly ritual of hunting down the demon boy during the Festival of the Kyuubi, which, by Fate's cruelty, was Naruto's birthday as well.

Ever year, on this same day, he was found and tortured by the villagers, only to revive the next day somewhat healed. He groaned in pain and anger, looking back for moment as he heard voices and light behind grew. Why did it have to always be him and why always on this day? He never did anything to others; he never spoke against them despite their cruelty, he never interacted with their children when he was at the ninja academy, he paid his bills that were too expensive even for an adult where he was living, he ate the food that no man or vermin would touch when they refused to sell him food. So why did they always want to hurt him so badly? Naruto wiped his eyes and rounded a corner, his breath raspy from-

He was suddenly no longer standing but on the ground, dazed from hitting something. It had been soft but firm as well. Pushing up from the ground, he stared at the man that stood before him, giving him a perplexed look. He was well dressed, almost elegantly so with a natural air of refined qualities, but not how people normally dressed around Konoha.

He was dressed in a white shirt that look clean enough to make snow look dirty, a faint blue hue from what he could see in the dim light. A vest of an even richer blue shade of some sort hugged the man's torso somewhat snugly and the ends of the vest stopped somewhere over his waist. A tie was neatly wrapped under his collar and tucked into the vest to keep it from fluttering in the dulling wind. His pants weren't baggy or overly flowing like most people's in the village, but straight fitting and they didn't collect at his shoes like everyone else and it was too dark to see what color they were. His feet weren't in ninja sandals like normal people or even a pair of geta like the old people wore, but black shoes. In his right hand, despite the fact that he didn't appear to need it, was a straight handled cane, a band of silver to distinguish the handle from the body. His left hand held a coat of some sort over his shoulder, only using his two fingers to secure it in place.

Naruto looked to his face and felt his blood going cold, one of the almost immaculate eyebrows of this man raised itself it question to the boy and looked towards him. He had nearly ink black hair, slicked back with what could have been oil and glistened in the low light of the streetlight. His widening eyes showed his true eye color and with the dim setting, the maroon color could have easily been seen as a glinting red color. As he turned more to Naruto, the boy heard the sound of approaching men and forced himself to stand.

Looking around, an alley presented itself to the boy and he bolted like a frightened fox away as the angry mob approached him, the dark eyes of the strange man following him curiously.

The stranger, the one who Naruto had rudely and accidentally crashed into moments ago, had been enjoying the festivities of the evening. While they weren't the normal outings that he was accustomed to attending to, he found a certain amusement and pleasure in the almost childish activities of the villagers. His times spent in the village, just under half a year, had been most enlightening to him about the various customs and he was enjoying his lesson at the hospital and police department.

And this legend of the mighty Kyubi no Kitsune demon did intrigue him. Legend had it that the fox demon would only gain its nine tails of powers by living well over a thousand years, the fur of the fox saying to turn a dazzling gold or an amber orange. The well dressed man wondered what one could have learnt in a thousand years and licked his lips eagerly, for his hunger of knowledge was ever constant. What other hungers he may have had, had been stated earlier this evening and a few moments ago. But that creature had been able to eat all of his desires, of carnal, intellectual and gluttonous cravings. How lucky of him.

But those thoughts were passed his thoughts, the intention of the mob and the condition of the young child now filling his thoughts. The child was lucky to be alive with such a wound in his side and it seemed that the villagers of Konoha were quite intent on carrying out their bloodthirsty desires. He pondered for moment the pros and cons of going to help the young man or just minding his own business. After all, while the boy was indeed outnumbered and in dire need of medical assistance, the foreigner truly had no idea about the situation behind the actions of the mob and had no real connections to this place save two.

But as he tempted to take a step forward, he was worried to find his legs was shaking with the idea of the task. Why would his body rebel against the very thoughts that he had? He had no stake in the young man and given his professional occupancy and, more importantly, his private affairs, it would behoove him to avoid entangling anyone in either affairs.

A scream, a scream belonging to a terrified young child faintly echoed from down the alley and the foreigner shuddered as another screamed responded from deep with the chasms of his memories. A more feminine and younger voice, once filled with such love and innocence that was now stained with terror and fear, pierced any rational thoughts he may have thought to think.

Why, why did his late sister cry out upon hearing that young man? Was the scream he just utter so loudly and desperately of the same natured that she had once cried out with? He tried to ignore it and grit his teeth as his red eyes stung with tears he refused to shed again, his grip tightening on his cane. The stranger stood still for a few moments more and then sighed long and evenly, turning about and striding smoothly down the alley. And following the trail of blood and stale beer, Hannibal Lector, a guest to the hospital and the ANBU interrogation department, found Naruto.

Naruto shook from a sickening combination of terror, pain, humiliation and shock, his deep blue eyes frantically scanning the crowd before him. His hyperventilating breaths just shook his body and made the blood seep down his arms faster still. The cause of the blood was both his hand were pinned above his head, a single kunai rammed between the bones of his palms. The wound in side was pulsing with blood as the man before his spun the switchblade before him, the red stained blade swiveling around the man's index finger.

His stomach now had a long line across to his belly button, dark red blood pooling out down his waist and along his leg. The man smiled wickedly with drunken glee and stopped spinning the blade, its black edge glinting under the dark light. The tip dipped down half way along the blade, the curved tip dripping with dark droplets of blood. The hand was also black with both ends covered in a strange texture and the center looked smoother, the greasy finger shifting eagerly as they held it.

His hand blurred and Naruto's eyes flew open as she screamed, the razor sharp weapon embedding into his legs and then his face screwed up as the searing, ripping pain dragged slowly down his thigh. If he squirmed, the drunk just twisted the blade and twitched it back and forth.

The young demon container wished that this would be the end of it all, that this would be the last time he would suffer such abuse from the drunks and the suffering. But the demon, the entity that he suffered for, would just regenerate him again. Bringing him back from the brink of death seemed to be some sort of sick game for the demon and took great glee in torturing him endless with this slow and painful process. Why though? If he died, then the demon died as well and the mighty monster must have known that as well. So why would he risk it like this, just for his amusement?

Or was it because that he was so weak?

"Hey, demon brat! Open your eyes!" The man grabbed the blonde by his hair and smashed his head against the wall, deep blue eyes snapping open as the blade was ripped from his leg. He followed the tip of the knife under his nose as the man swayed it back and forth threateningly. "I want you watch as I carve your eyes out next…."

"I think you wont."

The crispy clear voice that seemed to cut through the foggy and seedy drunkenness that seemed to surround Naruto drew his attacker's eyes away from him, the blade following after him obediently. He gasp in relief as the man let go of his head and he tried to find the source of the voice, which came from just beyond the circle of men.

A torch light lifted and there was that man he bumped into earlier, a red stain of blood evident from where Naruto had hit him.

He gestured to Naruto with his cane and smiled politely. "I believe I have business with that boy there. So, I would greatly appreciate it you would turn him over to me and let me tend to his needs."

The way he spoke and the words he used, Naruto didn't know that men other than the Hokage or the ANBU could carry such respect with a mere utterance. But this man seemed to wield the words with such a graceful elegance and simplicity, that his words could have ruled over the Fire Shadow.

"Piss off, you fucking outsider-scum." The man with the black knife, the apparent ringleader, spat. "I'm a member of the ANBU and we have first dibs on this demonic trash, so you can just wander off."

He began to turn back to Naruto when the man rested his coat on nearby barrel and keenly looked at his cane before looking expectantly at the men. Naruto was stupefied by this; did this foreigner want to end up dead in this back alley, because there was no way eh could dissuade this man. He gulped down the bile that gathered in voice and lifted his head.

"Get out of here, sir! Before they-" He gasped as the man kicked his stomach in, gagging as the air rushed from him.

"Filth is below humans, so filth shouldn't use a human's words." The man sneered, other chuckling.

"Let him go now, before I lose my patience."

Everyone looked at the man this time, each with a varying level of annoyance. He was standing with his legs spread and the cane before himself, both hands over the top of the handle. His dark eyes, a dull red before, now seemed to be steadily growing brighter as his grip tightened on the grip and his breathing seemed to deepen.

Naruto didn't understand this man. This was just what happened to him, no matter how much he hated it, and those that tried to help him, often ended up getting hurt even more than he did. And that was wrong! He could heal, he could take the brunt of their anger unlike normal people and he could survive their rages but this man….

Naruto tried to find the strength to help him but his arms were too heavy and his right leg was destroyed. He wondered how long it would take him to re-grow the muscles and tendons, knowing that he would be useless to help the man.

Which was why, he felt tears prickle at the next words. "You two, go and shut that outside up. I don't care if you cut off his balls, just get rid of him."

Hannibal stared at the group of men, silently guessing their numbers at some fifteen strong, maybe less. The man had identified himself as being a member of the elite unit of ANBU ninjas, so it was possible that he was the strongest of the group and that meant that he would be the greatest obstacle of the lot. So he had some options; fight his way through them all, tire them out and give them superficial wounds or deliver such a vicious set of attacks that the others would be deterred from even attempting violence with him.

The last action seemed to be the wisest option, the young man watching the two drunkards approach him with two knives with hoops in their hilts, commonly called kunai in this country. He barely shifted his weight as they approached, swinging his left foot gently around as he gripped the handle of his cane with his right hand tightly.

"What, your goanna play samurai with you cane?" One of the advancing drunks asked, spinning the kunai around on his index finger as the other laughed. "Sorry, outsider-kun, but you've lost this fight before-"

Hannibal twisted the handle of his cane and pulled the handle out as he stepped forward to the man. Out from the wooden chamber, a long silver tail of razor sharp metal swept out in a flashing glory and the foreigner thrust the blade forward. He moved with a dancer's grace and an acrobat's flare that seemed to leave his attackers stunned for a moment, allowing his next attack to all the more precise

With him spinning the kunai around his finger, this left the hoop very steady and his hand very vulnerable; the tip of the blade sliced the finger open as it pieced his palm. The blade continued, piecing through the man's wrist and into his shoulder as he screamed in immense pain, Hannibal twisting the handle to turn and lock the arm in place. He didn't even have to use his whole hand to hold this man in place, a slight tilt lifting him up onto his toes and Hannibal barely had to do a thing. He was very found of this sword and this style of swordplay, the subtleties catching the best off guard.

The other man lunged in with his knife, the well dressed man tilting his head away as he also stepped forward. His left hand, the blade having passed over his left shoulder, was the closest limb to his attacker and it shot up quick. The fingertips curled over and the thumb tucked in, Hannibal smiled a little viciously as the man's pupil shrunk as he struck the man's family jewels. His elbow soon shot up afterwards and slammed into the man's throat, the gasping fool curling over as he fell to his side.

The others in the crowd became hushed over the viciously brutal but swift punishment that this foreigner dealt to those that attacked him. His maroon eyes, an illusion of glowing red in the poor lighting, flickered from person to person before settling up the boy and his main tormentor.

"I've already made my request." He said briskly, pulling the sword out with a stunningly fast jerk and the man fell to his knees. "I wont repeat it. Take your wounded and leave."

They mob quickly dispersed, four men shakily braving past Hannibal and his blood stained sword to collect their friends, until it was just the ringleader. The young man swept his sword around with a simple roll of the wrist, the angular tip pointing to the ground as the foreigner regarded the Konoha ninja with contempt and distain.

"And you? Will you hand over the boy?"

Naruto was in shock. Both the medical term and the mental state, due to his attackers and now this foreigner, who had swiftly and effortlessly dispatched of his two foes. The young blonde was fighting a loosing battle with his consciousness to remain instead of abandoning him at this crucial moment. He had never seen a fighting pattern like this before and never had it shaken a group of ninjas so solidly. Naruto was shocked that they were dispersing after all and now all that was left was the man who had been carving him up.

"Hand him over? Just because you managed to cripple two weak-ass Chunin?" The man spat, tossing the switchblade up and catching it in a reverse grip. "I just want to rip you into shreds now!"

He then pivoted and slammed the knife into Naruto's side.

And as the young boy screamed, the self proclaimed ANBU began to flash through hand seals and his rescuer tried to rush in. The ninja, clearly more experienced than the other two that the foreigner had downed easily, managed to vanish and reappear on a roof edge.

He finished his hand seals and smiled wickedly and he took in a massive breath. "Katon: Hosenka no Jutsu!"

Multiple orbs of fire flew from his mouth and the man darted to the side, leading the fireballs away from Naruto. The ANBU ninja cackled above Naruto and began to hurtle dozens of shuriken at the man, the younger fighter fending a fair amount off with his strange sword. Another volley of fire shot out and the stranger began to dart from side to side, sliding his sword along the ground to collect the littered shuriken on the floor.

But there was something that bothered Naruto; this man was obvious a highly trained fighter and therefore a talented ninja, so why didn't he use any Jutsu attacks? He didn't use any to fortify his attacks or increase his speed, that much the blonde could sense but why did he always try to close the space between them.

I see…He has no chakra, just blood rushing through his veins…The demonic voice filled his voice and Naruto shuddered, the Kyubi no Kitsune finally awoken within him.

What do you mean, Kyubi-teme? Naruto asked, hoping he could pry some knowledge from him. You mean he can't use any chakra?

I mean that his soul and body don't produce any chakra of any kind. He cannot….because he isn't a child of the Eastern Lands.

That threw Naruto for a good loop. That meant he was either from the Northern or Western lands. The people of the Northern lands were said to live in tribes and like a very nomadic life, while utilizing a strange power source known as Grace, which gave them a unique ability to themselves. They weren't savages but they were more at him in the forests and plains, living in balance with nature. The people of the Western lands were supposed to just be different from the Eastern Lands, specializing in different areas than their neighbors. They built strange devices and armaments that operated with no Chakra or any assisting energies of any sort, rather relying on refined elements gather from the earth. They did study a strange science called Alchemy, which combined various elements into one object and could break an object down.

But this man, he wasn't displaying any kind of ability.

Naruto suddenly felt fear well up in him, watching the foreigner backpedaled as the Konoha ninja leapt down and began attacking him with a strange chain that had a hook on one end. Then he felt anger welling up in him, angry that his weakness had dragged this man into his problems and now he would pay a heavy price for his act of kindness. He didn't have to die but the ANBU didn't seem to care about that, he didn't care about any life and that enraged Naruto to no end.

And with that rage, a door, sealed by the will of a man and a child, cracked open, the evil within Naruto stirring and grinning gleefully.

Do you wish to save him?

Many times the demon asked him such questions; if he wished to fight back, if he wished he could make the pain stop, if he wished he could leave the city, if he wished to have the people of Konoha kneel before him. Each time, nearly a hundred times over in the five years he had spoken with the boy, young Naruto had show resilience to the demon's voice and lure and given the same answer. No.

But this time…

Just give me a little…this time, I'll take a little to make him pay…Naruto growled as he looked up, his deep blue eyes darkening to a rich red color.

The Kyubi no Kitsune would have howled with glee, pushing what demonic chakra the boy could handle into his body. The time had finally come.

Hannibal stopped as he saw the ninja freeze, the chain hanging limply in his hand, as his face took on an impression of absolute terror. His enemy was shaking with such terror that he had never, not even when he was about to kill people. This was something else, something intriguing to the young doctor.

Then he felt it too, the cold feeling sweeping through the alley and that sensation! A killing sensation that he had never felt before, like the being had been born to kill and had a thousand years to perfect his talents. A feeling that Hannibal, who had no religious feelings what so ever, could only describe as….

….demonic.

They both looked at the blonde boy and both were greeted with a fierce sight that should have been with the ten tear old boy. Red energy swept around his body, his lips curling up as his teeth lengthen into canines that should have been on a rabid wolf. His eyes changed as well, what Hannibal had clearly seen as deep blue eyes were a crimson red color of a bloodthirsty intent. Those markings on his cheeks, three perfect stripes, darkened and became more intense, highlighting his fangs and eyes even more.

He slowly closed his hands around the kunai that held him in place and his arm flexed but never shook as they lifted his frail body up. His lifted his face up next to the blade, the swirling energy slowly covering his body like a transparent suit of armor. The young boy barked as he shoved his hands forward, pushing the kunai out from the wall and out from his hands.

The blonde boy, who should have been unable to move, landed on all fours, his hand gripping the floor as his legs gathered under his body. His eyes went from Hannibal, with some strange softenss in them, the to this proclaimed ANBU member, his claws tearing into the earth as his rage boiled.

And with a flare of power, he shot forward. Not just leaping four feet or even six, but a full twenty feet this blonde boy lunged in a single bound and struck his attacker with a powerful kick from both his feet. The man flew back into a wall, cracking the stone and gasping from the force as the young man used the impact to flip onto the ledge of a building. He reached to his side and ripped the switchblade out without hesitation, the blade soon dancing around his fingers with a magician's mystique.

And Hannibal noticed something else, and that was that the other wounds were healing. No, his skin looked as though he just had hot chili sauce spilled upon his chest and clothes. The wound on his side seemed to close like a mouth, resealing itself at a rapid pace that was normally seen when you sped up a film.

"For ever ounce of blood spilt from this kit, for every blow you ever gave him…." Hannibal felt breathless at the sound of his voice, it was so…majestic. "….I shall repay the favor a hundred times due!"

He then vanished from the ledge, reaping before the ninja as though he were landing in a crouch. The man tried to kick him, but the young blonde boy punched his knee back. The impact was so powerful that the shin kept going around because the restriction of the joint was gone, for the child had broken it. The ANBU ninja screamed as he fell, now head level with the boy and he gasped as the boy put his hand through the man's chest.

As he pulled it out, Hannibal felt his blood freeze as the boy licked his hand and the ninja sneered weakly and spat at him.

"I …. knew you….were…. a monster…." He managed to squeeze out before the boy grabbed him by the neck.

"This kit has never fed on flesh before…besides…" Hannibal carefully approached the two, the possessed boy glancing back at him with a taunting smile. "…do you know how demons get their strength in this land?"

Hannibal couldn't say he knew because demons were supposed to be just a legend. He supposed that they grew stronger from the wickedness in the world, the evil just fuel to their internal engines of power. But he had no real ideas, so he simply shook his head.

The boy looked back at dying man and chuckled, raising the blade with an elaborate spin.

"We are monsters of chakra, we feed upon the chakra of the world….and of those that live in it." It explained, tearing the man's throat open. "And so, from eating the flesh of humans with chakra, we can absorb huge amounts at once. From one man, I can get a tenth of my one of my tails and give it to this boy."

And with that, the demon possessing the boy known as Uzumaki Naruto, known by it's true name as Kyubi no Kitsune, bite down upon the exposed flesh of his tormentor, Hannibal Lector looking on in fascination and wonder.

And there is the first chapter, one of my more twisted projects but I think this might be fun so it will be worth it.

I will be explaining more about Hannibal in the next two chapters and his style. I didn't want to do a complete remake of him in the story because frankly, I find that very tacky. He will be very Hannibal in the base sense but he won't be this cut-and-paste camp version of him. I'll try to work in some quotes but I will try to make unique stuff up for him at the same time.

And the demon stuff will be explained more, as will the different regions, how Hannibal is there in the first place, why he's using a cane sword and other stuff. But this is my starting chapter. Let me know what you think and I'll see what I can do to accommodate. There will be romance but that will be later on, probably much later and yes, cannon people are going to change. Lots of people will be a tad bit different because I'm using the Butterfly Principle with this story.

So, I'm signing off at….2:45 am and I'll see you all later with the next chapter in the future.

- Lin