Welcome one and all to another story of mine! Guardian Monster is something that popped into my head as I was working on another fic- as all good stories tend to do to me. This is going to be a male on male(better known as yaoi) fic, so leave now if you don't like that kind of stuff. Granted, it won't be smut and it'll start out incredibly slowly, but the end result will be a gay couple between Naruto and the main character. Also, the main character, is going to be incredibly strong. The full reason why won't come along until way down the road, however part of it is given away fairly early. I'd also like to mention that there's not going to be any 'action' betwen Naruto and the Oc until Naruto is older, as I do not condone pedophilia.

This is going to be a Dark!/Gray!NarutoXOc with a Onesided!SasukeXOc fic, just givin' you all a heads up.

WARNING!: This story contains graphic violence and lots of cursing.

Disclaimer: This is the only time I'll say it through out the story. I do not own Naruto or Naruto Shippuden. The only thing I own is Kro, his story and any characters that were not originally part of the manga/anime.

Chapter One: Life

First, there was darkness. A darkness so thick, so menacing, that for who knows how long he could not bring himself to move. The dark whispered words of threats, of painful promises, of sorrow, of solitude and of expulsion. It spoke of blood and tears and cruelty. These things were all he knew for who knows how long. Then, the Light came. It at first came so suddenly, that it hurt his eyes and he turned away from it, shutting all his senses from it. The Light faded. The second time was the same; it came suddenly and he turned away as it was too bright for him to handle, hiding in the dark's dreadfully calming grasp. It held him not like a loving mother does its child, but like that of someone forced with a charge. He didn't care. The third time the Light came, it did so as though tentative. Unsure if he would turn away from it a third time. But as it had come to him not at full blast but rather barely anything more than a flicker, he greeted it. He did not know what pity was, the darkness never spoke of pity, but it was something he felt yet something he didn't put a name to until many years later. It flickered and danced before his unsure gaze, softly, a little brighter, softly, a little brighter. He did not know how long he stared at the gentle flicker for but it was...Disturbingly calming. The Light made him feel something he had never felt before. Warm. The darkness never spoke or even offered him such a feeling, only gracing him with its ice cold touch. It was something he wanted more of. However, just as he figured out that he wanted more of this new sensation, the Light died as though snuffed out. He called, whimpered even, for the Light to return. When it didn't come back, he grew angry which was something the darkness loved talking about rather often. He screamed profanities he didn't realize he knew. He threw out his limbs for the first time, hands and feet not crashing into anything but all the same flailing to further show his rage. He continued on like this for a long time until he fell asleep.

It was a long time until the Light came back. So long, that he had almost forgotten about it and the warmth it offered. It came to him brighter than before. He welcomed the sensation it gave him with open arms. He did not know what he was doing until reflecting on it later, but he smiled at the Light upon greeting it. He cooed dark things to the Light things of murder and sorrow and remorse, the only things he knew of, in the gentlest voice he could. But the Light did not like his coos of how he would hold it until it no longer breathed. Until it no longer twinkled for anyone but himself. It didn't like how he offered to kill for it, to get rid of its enemies without even the sLightest remorse. The Light didn't like that at all. But the darkness did, so while although the Light made to leave first, the darkness made sure it stayed away. It praised him, wrapping its cold harsh touch around him, crushing and smothering him. It was as though it were proud in a sick kind of away of him. He, once more angry, gladly welcomed the cold, suffocated in it with as much lust as he could muster. And then he slept. The Light came back again, this time brighter than ever and it did not flicker. So bright the Light was, he wasn't sure if he would be able to use his eyes ever again. So bright and strong, that he almost felt fear. Fear of the heat it gave off, of the possibility that it would blind him. Of the possibility that it would chase away all that he knew. Sensing his fear, the Light abruptly left. The darkness did not console him as he shivered and whispered to himself worries about the Light. He was left alone for a long time. Finally, the Light came back one last time, shocking him but not into a fearful state. In his time alone, he had become curious. What burning sensation was so new, that he wanted more. He liked the fact that he couldn't see because it was bright instead of so very dark. He wanted more Light. More. So he welcomed it with what later would be realized to be a grin. It pushed away the darkness with a powerful shove, heat blasting away the freezing cold of the darkness, blinding him and wrapping around him gently. Like a loving mother does her child. For the first time, he felt...Calm. He felt good. Happiness was introduced to him in this manner.

Thus, he was born.

At first, the world had been as frightening to him as the Light had first been. So the Light allowed him to stay away from everything, cornered in his save damp haven which was later discovered to be called a cave. Bright with colors and new things everywhere. Things the Light introduced to him as animals and plants of all sorts. From wolves, lions and bears to squirrels, mice and antelope. Slowly he learned of them all. Every last one by the Light's guidance. Trees and bushes and berries and vines and everything in between those were also taught to him. Colors such as green and red and blue, white and black, violet and brown, yellow and silver. All were introduced to him next. Then the difference between water and earth. He could live on earth. He could not live in water. Language was then introduced to him. I, me, my. You, your, yours. Them, their, theirs. Here, there, where, wear, when, then. The Light was a patient teacher, something he was highly appreciative of. He learned of humans as well. The Light said that humans were much like himself, though sLightly different. It explained that humans could talk like he could, meaning that if he were to ever meet one, and the Light assured that he would, he would be able to converse with them. That excited him.

And then his rapid learning hit a brick wall. Emotions other than rage and sorrow? Killing others is a bad thing? What is 'bad'? He didn't understand. And even when he understood the logical fundamentals, applying them was something that he could just not bring himself to do. He soon grew frustrated with the Light. Angry that it did not understand that he didn't care that if he were to kill someone that it would take them from their loved ones. He didn't care of he caused that person's loved ones to fall into despair and perhaps seek revenge. He'd kill them too if they challenged him. It was the Light after all that told him that he was stronger than the humans. Being strong, why was he not allowed to do with the power as he pleased? Morally wrong? He didn't care. His morals are different. Besides, who were the humans to smile and laugh and feel joy when he- a being superior to them- could not? All he could feel was anger and indifference. Why should they get to feel the Light within them, where as all he ever found was the darkness? It angered him. So he left the Light's side, leaving the cave behind and stepping into the true world for the first time. Upon finding his first settlement, there was a blood bath. He tore apart everything he found. From children and dogs to parents and the livestock. No one escaped his wrath. No one could. He was too strong, too fast, for them to handle. Buildings were set ablaze. Though, as he watched the buildings burn, he realized something.

He was hungry.

He was very hungry. Starving even.

So, he swiftly stole some food before it could be burnt away by the rage of the fire he created. The fruit in hands he realized were apples. Apples of the red color, the Light told him, were said to be sweet. He didn't exactly know what sweet tasted like, but an apple after a bloodbath would be nice, he supposed. He took a big bite and chewed.

Seconds later, he spat out the chunk of fruit, displeased by the taste. It tasted like dirt. He tried the green one, which was supposed to have a more sour tinge to it. But the result was the same. He dropped both onto the ground and turned away from the blazing bundle of buildings, not looking back.

Meat. He remembered from his lessons that meat was supposed to taste differently from apples. Not sweet nor sour, but instead...Savory. Whatever savory was. In order to make meat, one had to hunt down an animal, kill it, skin it and then finally cook it. He skipped the skinning part, tearing meat out from under the fur of his victim- a boar- and made himself a small fire by a stream. He waited until he felt the meat was safe to eat. The first bite was pretty good. Savory like the Light mentioned. The second however...He spat it out like with the apples. Then, with wide surprised eyes he drug himself to the stream and promptly heaved up what he had just swallowed. Bile followed after the second heave, and then came the fourth heave which fully emptied his stomach of all traces of meat. He didn't understand. Not meat either? He wasn't stupid. If apples alone didn't work, then surely no other fruit would. If boar meat didn't work, then no other would. He dipped his head low and drank from the stream and then went on his way, not bothering to douse the fire he created. However he did grab the boar, only so that he could find a proper place to mutilate it for displeasing him. How dare its meat not be good enough for his person?! His fists mashed bones and muscle and tendon together into a gruesome heap of pathetic flesh. Brain littered the grass, blood stained the dirt crimson. He snarled at what used to be recognized as a boar. And then he mutilated it further, not that there were many bones left to break or skin to tear. However, it was an outlet for his rage as blood splattered everywhere including onto his clothing. He turned and kicked the torso of the boar into a tree. The tree did not approve, but there was nothing it could do but watch as blood actually splattered into the man's mouth.

His rage suddenly quelled, breath catching in his throat and eyes widening...What?

Just as suddenly as his rage stopped, hunger hit him again. However, this was much...Stronger. His heart hammered in his chest, his stomach growling ravenously. His tongue on its own accord licked his lips as he stared at the source of the blood that had met his taste buds. His body moved on its own as it picked up a leg of the boar's, tearing open flesh and by sheer luck an artery. Blood came forth, splashing his entire person as though in revenge. But all he did was drop his jaw and tilt his head back, welcoming the crimson liquid. He guzzled the life liquid as though he had never had water in all his existence. He repeated this process with that single mutilated body as much as he could, going to far as to crazily lick the grass and tree that had gotten blood on it. Neither were appreciative but could not fight him away. And then, when all was said and done, he sat back. It felt as though he hadn't eaten in decades, though he knew that other than the meat he cooked or the apples he tried that was the first time he had eaten in general.

Divine. That blood was divine.

Pleased with what he supposed he could consider as a meal, he went to sleep in that clearing, not fearing any possible predators that may or may not come his way.

The next time he woke up, it was agony. He felt as though his body was on fire. Hot! Why was he so god damn hot?! Heavily he drug himself back the way he had come, back where he made that fire to cook the meat and back to the stream he drank from. Maybe a bath would cool him down to proper temperatures? He had never felt so weak in his short life. But then again, he only assumed he was strong because he was able to kill a tiny little village in less than a day. Was he strong? Or did he just get the drop on them? It didn't matter right then. All he cared about was getting cool. It felt like eons until he actually made it to that dinky little stream where he flopped himself into clothing and all. The water was harshly cold against his skin, but it didn't do anything to help his raging fever. A fever is a sign of being sick. That's what the Light had taught him. He scoffed. It was pathetic that he still used what information the Light had so patiently taught him. However, it was either use that information or die. He'd rather sink so low as to use the information than perish before he even aged passed a few days old. He splashed his face with the water that felt like it was the darkness' offspring. It did little to help. He looked down at the water, and saw red looking back at him. Red like blood. Red as in hungry. He stood shakily and pulled himself from the water, then began to slowly trek his way forward in an utterly random direction. He didn't even pass the bloodless boar's corpse along the way.

Days passed while he suffered in this state. His throat had become incredibly dry, so much so that water did very little to help. Almost nothing in fact. He walked with a heavy slouch, his naked feet drug across the rough terrain of the forest, his arms swayed limply at his sides as he wavered forward. In the days that he traveled, his condition got worse. He walked slower, his throat got drier. He didn't even get to sleep when night fell. It in fact escalated at night. If he didn't find source of food soon, something that didn't taste like ash or dirt, didn't make him throw up, he would certainly collapse and get eaten himself or just plain die. He refused to die, but with the way his luck was working nothing was in his favor. He was on his last leg so to speak when he ran into a small town, a place that looked like the one he had burnt down save that it was probably a bit bigger and had more people. It was better established. He walked and walked through the town, ignoring the people that warily watched him go.

Food. He had to find...Food.

What was it that made him better last time? Oddly he couldn't remember.

But he had to find it or he would die. He collapsed on the town's main path with that thought in mind. The darkness cooed cruel nothings as it enveloped him with frozen arms. He saw nothing.

She had been shopping for groceries for her parents and siblings when she saw the stranger fall to his face. He was obviously weak and hungry. The look of a starving man was written all over his face. People everywhere by passed him without a second thought. It wasn't uncommon to see a homeless man come by and die in the middle of the streets. Times were brighter than they had been in the past but they were no where near as good as they could have been. No one had the will to do a good deed and feed a stranger's mouth. That stranger could turn and kill them. Even with a Shinobi older brother, she knew that as well. It was something he had often told her. Trust no strangers, barely trust anyone other than friends and family. Shinobi were amazing beings. The power to wield chakra, the mixture of physical and spiritual energy, at will. They could control the elements, make new ones, cast illusions that drove the victim mad and could even make the body harder than any metal. They were the key to the war at hand, as well as the causation of it. The war spanned all across the continent. Her village was one of the few that had yet to be fully touched by it other than a lack of food and a constant feeling of fear of the possibility that it may come and destroy them all. But she didn't hate Shinobi for their skills in battle. They were human just as she was. Her brother was strong and she prayed every night he was victorious in his battles. He too was human as she was. She was a kind hearted young woman, even if her brother told her what he did. And with that part of her acknowledged, she shouldered her woven shopping basket before carefully approaching the downed man that no one even glanced at more than once.

The young woman had some trouble shouldering the man. To her untrained body that wasn't meant for anything more than running or farming, even in the state he was he was starved. But still she managed it, which was noted with a hint of pride, and drug his sorry corpse all the way to the small clinic at the other side of town. "Sensei!" She called after struggling her way through the door. "Sensei, I have someone in need of immediate care!" The clinic was just that. A clinic. Not a hospital and therefore not big at all. Ten rooms on one floor. Five for patients, one as an operation, two for storage, one as a waiting room and the final one as an office. The man that came from the office was probably in his mid to late forties though he looked nothing of the sort. He actually looked rather youthful for being almost half a century old. The girl only knew his estimated age because he had been around for as long as she could remember and she was soon to turn eighteen- the ideal marrying age.

He was of average height with black hair and deep green eyes, a lazy look on his face and dressed in simple clothing, "Yea? Well what do they need?" His gaze slowly took a look over the young woman, finding her to be someone he actually knew instead of some stranger to the entire village. This meant that he wouldn't try to rip her off for one- partially because she's cute- and two that he could trust her. Whether he could trust her charge, however, was another story. The man in her arms was tall, as in if he were standing on his own or if at all, he would be taller than the doctor himself. He pulls the large man away from the short girl, shouldering him with a grunt and literally dragging him into the nearest treatment room. Despite his displeased frown, he put the stranger down onto a futon as gently as he could without straining himself. "Just looking at him, it looks like he's been starving for days," he tells the girl as she kneels at the stranger's other bedside, "I can fix him, but even if you are your father's daughter, I can't give my services to you for free". His hands run over the man. He's still alive. Barely. Any longer and he would have died.

The young woman, as kind as she was, pursed her lips and willingly suggested, "What if I were to help you care for him, Sensei? I don't know medicine like you do, but I could keep an eye on him until he gets better and do as you tell me so he will get better".

The doctor stared at the young woman. The only non-Shinobi in the whole entire family of seven. And the first born girl. The other two are much younger than she and also had the ability to control chakra like their parents and siblings. The young woman in front of her, being the only one that was not away at war or training to become a killer, looked after her three younger siblings, the sisters as mentioned and the little brother who was only three years old if the doctor remembered correctly. Her family was one of the only families that produced Shinobi with her father being the strongest they've got, and as such was highly respected, that was why he mentioned her position. However her offer was something he could not pass up. He often is busy with making new medicines or helping in-home patients that are too weak to come to him. Most of them are old people that'll die anyways but as a doctor he preferred to keep people from doing just that. On top of that, he often traveled to the town over to trade supplies and get information on the war as they were further intuned with it than this danky little place. "Fine," he eventually allows and stands, "I'll prepare the medicine that'll help him get his strength back but you'll be washing him, changing his bedding, feeding him and all that. Got it?"

The young woman nodded, "Thank you Sensei!"

"Yea yea whatever," he grunted before turning to get a specific batch of herbs. He returned with a bowl and pestle, as well as some water, and began to grind them up with water added to make a paste. "I'll only show you this once, Atsuko(kind child)-chan," he tells her, "Like I said I'll make the medicine but you're to give it to him. Understood?" The young woman, Atsuko, nodded her head vigorously, willing and happy to learn, "Good. This stuff will help him get his strength back, but you have to give it to him on an empty stomach or it won't work as well. Tip his head back like this," he moves the pillow of the futon so that the man's head lays on the mattress and then tilts his chin up and forces open his mouth. "And then slowly pour in the medicine," he tilts the bowl to the man's open lips, "It doesn't taste good so this is the hard part". He forces the man's mouth shut shortly after he says this, and leans onto the man's body as to pin him down and pinches his nose as to make him swallow. The man's limbs to and fro, lashing out like angry snakes until finally all of the paste does go down. And then he's still. "That's all there is to it. Wait until tomorrow to give him food. He'll be fine or now, why don't you get things settled at home and then come back later".

Atsuko watched with surprised eyes as the stranger had fought so harshly. She never figured medicine could cause one to do that. However, she broke herself from her thoughts and stood to her feet. "Of course Sensei! Thank you for everything!" She bowed low, black tresses slipping over her shoulders gracefully before turning and rushing home.

The next day, Atsuko returned to the clinic to find the stranger still in his futon but the Sensei was gone. After telling her siblings what went down the day before, she promised to still cook for them and be home when they got back from training but otherwise she'd be looking over her charge. None of them were happy about their nee-san taking care of some possibly deadly stranger, but she assured them that things would be find. The stranger surely wouldn't harm her, the person that saved his life. A note told her that he had made enough medicine for three months as he would be gone for two in the village over from them getting information and supplies. The dosage was also mentioned there, which she was appreciative of. It said to administer the medicine as soon as she arrived to the clinic. So she did, gathering up the proper amount of paste and entering the man's room. It looked like the doctor had already given the man a fresh set of clothing, setting off Atsuko's mortification for the time being. After all, she's never changed a man before. Doing as she had seen the doctor do yesterday, he removes the pillow and tilts the man's head back before pouring the paste in. Like he did yesterday, he had flailed and even forced poor Light weighted Atsuko to climb on top of him just to keep him relatively still.

She sighed after removing herself from his person, wiping the small amount of sweat off her brow; that had been a lot of work. For a starved man, he was incredibly strong... "Wait...Starved?" Her brows furrowed upon looking the man over, now clean and in new clothing. Just yesterday, his face looked gaunt and too weak to do anything let alone walk. Today while he still looked rather weak he was obviously better filled out. Did the medicine work that well? It had to, Sensei was a normal person and therefore couldn't heal by way of chakra. "Amazing," the sight made her smile. She blinked away her momentary daze, only for her body to jump with surprise. "What?!" That's not possible! Before, seconds ago even, he had looked weak still. And yet...And yet, "He looks good as new!" She didn't understand how that was even possible, but she was happy that it happened. "I should bathe you and then get you some food," she uttered to herself before hotly blushing. "Okay, Atsuko...You can do this!" She stood to her feet, determined before retreating to the sink in the operation room. There, she gathered a pan and a cloth. It wouldn't be a real bath, but even when he was gaunt she could barely shoulder him. With his person much better filled out now, by some miracle, there was no way she was going to be able to pick him up. Drag him maybe, but she wouldn't dare injure him further. So, she found herself kneeling at his bedside with a basin filled with warm water and a rag.

First, she reminded herself, she had to remove the covers of the futon. That was the easy part. The next part was removing his kimono top and washing his torso. That wasn't so bad even if his surprisingly hard body did make her blush the entire time. She didn't dare admit that the medicine that worked wonders really did make this man look like a new person. His chest and stomach were oddly well toned. She had seen her older brothers shirtless before and they too were very well built. She knew what a man's body looked like when trained for battle. This stranger's body was just like her brothers'. She would not admit that her fingers trailing over his abdomen and pecs over the wet cloth didn't feel somewhat good. She didn't even go near the thought of what it would feel like to trail just her fingers down his flesh instead of the cloth. Next came...His pants. She spent a whole entire hour mortified by the fact that she'd have to fully disrobe his lower half to properly clean it. He wasn't injured, surely just wiping down his legs would be enough? He'd understand if he ever found out. Not that he would. And yet, she shivered as her fingers pulled down the hem of his hakama. She promptly blacked out at the sight, slumping to the side. She didn't know when she woke up or how long she had been out for, but she recalled what she had been doing and blushed hotter than she had ever blushed before. She...She saw the man's...The man's...! She pulled the pants back up and swiftly washed down his legs, going no where near his...'person'. Instead once she was done, she gathered up her supplies and rushed out of there faster than ever before. She kept on walking until she got home where she made a meal and packed it to take back to her charge. She made kayu as it would be easy to feed the man.

Just as she had done with the medicine, she tipped the stranger's head back and carefully poured the rice porridge down his throat, careful not to make a mess lest she have to clean him up again. He swallowed all willingly, which made her happy. Whether he realized it or not, he hopefully thought it tasted good and thus that was the reason why he so willingly ate it. That was what she figured though it made little sense. How could an out cold man decide if food was good?

What she had not been expecting however was the man's sudden and violent reaction after the food. She had been simply sitting at his bedside on her knees, ready to be there for when he needed her. To greet him if he were to wake up again. Her attention went to him the moment he moved, the first thing he had done since she found him other than flail due to the medicine or swallow because of both the medicine and the food. His body suddenly jolted to a sitting position, face a visage of discomfort as he stared ahead of him for a second and then turned to the side and promptly emptied his stomach before Atsuko could even utter a sound. "Oh my! Are all right?!" She questioned him, not at all bothered by the fact that he just threw up all over the floor nor that it had been her carefully prepared kayu he got rid of. She places a soothing hand on his back, palm flat and rubbing small circles there. When the man finished throwing up, he turned to her, shoulders heaving. She was astonished by what she saw. The reddest eyes she had ever seen in her life. The color of roses, of the sun during a rare sunset or sunrise, the color of...Blood. "Are you feeling better?" She uttered, unable to look away from the crimson irises that stared back at her with an intensity she had never felt before.

The man's gaze tore away from her, not recognizing her nor the place he was in. Dryness clawed at his throat, his stomach still churned from the food that had been there. Did she feed him something rotten? "I'm fine," he told her after catching his breath.

"Are you...Hungry?" She knew that he had just thrown everything up but she couldn't help but ask.

The man nodded his head, "Yea".

"Here," it was her share, but he needed it more, "Try this".

He didn't realize it was what he just threw up, and gulped it down...Only to lose it again seconds later. "Okay, no more of that," he growled out after spitting out bile. Wait...What was he doing before this? His scoured over what little amount of memories he had collected for himself in the passed few days. He left the Light, killed an entire town and set it on fire. He then tried to eat apples, which tasted like dirt to him. He then tried to eat boar, but soon found that to be not an option either. And then...Nothing. He fell asleep, he thought. He remembered bathing himself and setting off to find something he could eat. He had tried many things in his journey, but nothing worked. Starved and kept up by that hunger, he collapsed in the middle of a town. Clinic. A place of healing.

Atsuko stared at the man before her, entranced still by his gaze as he looked at her, "U-Um," she began, "My name is Atsuko. Who are you?" She felt like a little girl again, talking like that. But she couldn't help it. His gaze was just so intense and he was, well, beautiful so she couldn't really think logically. She had never seen someone so graceful just by sitting. The man before her stares at her as though asked the hardest question of them all. Did she ask something wrong? Does he not...Remember? Maybe he had amnesia?

But the man was actually looking for something to call himself. After all, he couldn't just keep calling himself 'that guy' or 'me' or 'I' all the time. Something like this could happen again. He needed to be prepared. His mouth opened and worked on his own, uttering a name that seemed to come out of absolutely nowhere. "Kro," he uttered. It was the first time he had heard his voice while he was calm. All the other times he was angry.

"Kro?" Atsuko uttered in turn, testing the name on her tongue whilst putting his voice to memory. The tone was smooth and mature, alluring to say the least. It fit him well. Though she had never heard the name before, she was happy to be able to stop calling him 'that man' or 'the man' or 'him' or anything else along those lines. The man's response to his own name pleased the both of them for various reasons. Those ruby reds remained trained on her. "I'm Atsuko, nice to meet you!" She smiled brightly to him. Shocking him almost with that kind expression of hers. "Kro, are you hungry? Maybe I can make you something different?"

Kro stared at the woman, pondering on her question. Was he hungry? His hand drifted to his dry throat as though reminded that it felt as though there was no liquid there at all. It was so dry that it hurt to even swallow let alone try to speak. His hand gripped his throat a rush of raw hunger washed over him. His shoulders stiffened and then, next thing he knew, he was reaching forward and grabbing Atsuko by the shoulder. Right away he knew he was assaulting her though he didn't feel the emotion 'remorse' that the Light tried to teach him. Instead he let his body do as it pleased. "Yes," he hissed lowly, pulling the woman towards him and moving so quickly that even he was surprised that he was then straddling her.

Atsuko didn't expect this to happen. But she didn't like it either. Surprised by the sudden grab and manhandling of her person, she gripped at his hands that pinned her shoulders and attempted to push him away. "Kro, I get you're hungry but I can't make you anything if you have me like this!" She pleaded with him, already desperate.

"But I'm hungry," he droned to her, lowering his lips closer to her throat ever so slowly, "Feed me".

"I will!" She pushed, but he didn't even budge in the slightest. Even when she began to wiggle and thrash with her legs. Before her foot could make contact with his jewels, his leg blocked and pinned hers. She tried again, but the result was the same. "Kro let me go!" She insisted, highly worried. Tears sprung to her eyes. Was this what she got for helping a stranger?!

He recalled that at times like these, gratitude was to be expressed even if he didn't really feel grateful towards the other party. "Thank you," he whispered before his lips touched her throat. She tensed and he felt her do so in his grip. He really didn't care. He kissed the flesh, testing for thickness with a sense of instinct that he never knew he had. His tongue then slid along this spot, causing the whimpering young woman to shiver and wiggle. He felt a change in his mouth, something he had never felt before though it was as though he instinctively knew what was going on. Fangs. His canines had turned to fangs in seconds. Miliseconds later, these newly born fangs find home in poor Atsuko's flesh. She screamed, he covered her mouth to muffle it as his tongue set to lapping and his mouth to sucking. With each swallow, however, he further realized how hungry he is. Even as Atsuko's struggling grew weaker and weaker, he drank. He drank and drank until finally there was nothing for her bloodless corpse to give. He pulled away from her, tongue making sure to get every last drop on her flesh and on his lips. "...It's...Good," Kro realized with wide eyes. His brows furrowed. To his understanding, humans didn't do what he did. Not even in desperate situations of starvation like his was. Was this what the Light meant by different but similar to humans? Probably. He didn't care, however.

Kro heard a thump and a gasp, causing him to spin around and find a middle aged man staring at him with wide frightened eyes. The doctor had forgotten something important and had to back track and get the object. However, he had returned to his clinic to see the last seconds of what had just happened. He spotted his patient on top of Atsuko and assumed the worst: rape. Especially with her weakly fighting against him. However, upon seeing Atsuko so dehydrated, so...Well there was no real way to describe it other than by calling her a skeleton with skin. It terrified the man, causing his legs to give out and give him away to the monster that had finished taking sweet little Atsuko's life. "M-Monster! Bakemono!" He wailed thunderously.

Kro, still feeling rather hungry, struck again, easily pinning the man to the ground and placing his fangs into the man's flesh. As the doctor was stronger than Atsuko, the struggle caused more pain for the human and more of a mess for Kro to deal with. He growled like a beast as the doctor screamed but no one came. In the few days he had been in existence, Kro never felt so good. So he continued to down the man's life liquid, claiming it as his meal. He didn't even feel like he wanted to throw up. It was divine, this taste. So he drunk the doctor dry as well. Then he stood and wiped his face clean. He passed a mirror on the way out of the clinic, finding his eyes a bloody red as the last time he had seen them. Still hungry even by the way he saw them. He left the clinic. That night, another town fell to his hand. Kro for the first time had a full stomach. He regretted nothing.