A/N: Hello everyone, Acerbatus here with the first chapter of my new, technically old, story. I decided to remake the story I had, since I didn't like how it had turned out. You may see the changes immediately, or maybe not, but I can tell you that they weren't exactly subtle. Well, I don't have much to say right now, so without further ado, on with the story!
Disclaimer: I own nothing other than the OC's I make.
Fire. There was fire everywhere. There was chanting, there was screaming, and there were cries for blood. There was a crowd of people, each wearing simple clothing, all ranging from tall to short to skinny to fat, men and women alike. Each of them were holding either a pitchfork or a torch in hand, all of them gathered around a tall cross-shaped construct, seeming to tower over their heads. Upon the cross, directly in the center, was a women. She was strikingly beautiful, more beautiful than anyone in their small village. She had long, shining blonde hair and was wearing only an elegant white gown. Her arms and legs were tied to the cross and her head was hanging, her gorgeous blue eyes glazed over; they had lost their spark, their fire. Her mouth was also set in a small smile, as if figuring that everything would be all right after this. The woman looked down and saw that there was a young boy being held onto tightly by the shoulders in front of the cross by one of the villagers. It was her son, a dhampir, and he was crying, for he didn't know what was going on, but he knew enough to know that his mother was in trouble.
"Mom... W-What's going on? I'm scared..." The boy said quietly, tears falling down his young face. He couldn't be any older than five. He had short silver hair and light blue, almost steel-grey eyes that had slit shaped pupils. He was wearing plain clothing that made him blend well with the crowd, except for his hair, his eyes, and the fact that he had two fangs sticking ever so slightly over his bottom lip.
The woman mouth a few sentences, but the boy couldn't hear what they were; he only saw her lips move. There was a moment where everything was still before the cross was suddenly lit in a pillar of fire. The boy tried to scream but found himself choked by the smoke rising from the fire. There were cheers and the raising of weapons before the boy found himself pushed forward, landing on his hands and knees in front of the burning coffin that was the cross. He turned around slowly and saw the large man that had been holding him raise a pitchfork into the air.
"Die monster! You don't belong in this world!" Was the shout that came from the villager, striking down with the pitchfork to impale the boy. The silver-haired boy raised an arm in defense and was about to close his eyes, but there was a yellow flash that appeared in the area, then everything went black.
Naruto suddenly shot up from his bed, his body covered in sweat, his shoulder length silver hair matted down to his head. It was that dream again. He's been having it ever since he moved to Konohagakure no Sato. It always happened the same way, too, and he still can't remember what his mother said to him that day. Looking at the clock, he noticed that it was time to awaken. Today was the day he would meet his team after all; he couldn't afford to be late. Tying his Konoha hitai-ate to his forehead and throwing on the rest of his clothes, he grabbed his family sword and was out the door. Dressed in an unzipped black flak jacket, like the ones the Chuunin of the village wear, with a long sleeved mesh shirt underneath and black cargo shorts with standard blue shinobi sandals. In addition, there was also his long cloak, the back of it black and the inside red in color. All in all, he looked quite odd for a Genin.
Since he still had time, Naruto decided to take a leisurely walk through one of the main streets, hands in his pockets while he whistled to himself. His eyes would shift back and forth every so often, noticing how people would seem to avoid him, or how they would whisper about what he was. This wasn't out of the ordinary. He was an unknown, after all, despite the fact that he had lived in this village for seven years. Letting out a sigh, he continued on to the academy in relative silence, listening as the street became busier and busier.
Nothing had happened during his short walk, besides a couple having an argument, a merchant trying to rip off an ignorant buyer, and a man's cart full of melons breaking down. He looked down at his sword, a rapier of sorts that he had been given by his mother, and made sure the sheath was tightly fastened to his belt before walking inside, his cloak billowing behind him.
Naruto took his seat near the front, sitting straight and dignified in the chair. The class was slowly being filled his fellow students, all of them having passed the test and all currently wearing their hitai-ate. The seats were soon filled before he heard the chair to the right of him dragged out and a body plop into it. His eyes shifted slightly and saw a mess of red hair above a roundish face and violet colored eyes with whisker-like marks on their cheeks. It was Namikaze-Uzumaki Nazuri, the second daughter of the revered Yondaime Hokage, Namikaze Minato. She was wearing an orange tracksuit with blue shoulders and the Uzumaki spiral on the shoulders and matching orange track pants with blue shinobi sandals. She currently had the jacket unzipped, letting her mesh shirt be shown and revealing quite a bit of her impressive, for her age, bust. She looked over at him and gave him one of her famous smiles, the ones known for brightening a room. Naruto gave her a curt nod and small smile before looking at the silver-haired girl that sat on the other side of the Namikaze heir.
She had the same silver hair color as Naruto did, but it was quite a bit longer. She had a heart-shaped face and ruby red eyes that had the same shaped pupils as his own. She also had a fang sticking over her lower lip. This girl was Akashiya Moka, a vampire and one of the four children of the local vampire lords. She was currently wearing a white battle dress that went down to her knees, black shorts under the dress, and dark combat boots. She also had a silver rosary cross around her neck, attached to a choker. There was something special about it, but Naruto wasn't sure what it was. She gave him a nod in which he returned before turning back to look at the front. The red-head next to him turned to her friend and began talking animatedly to her while they all waited for the sensei to appear.
As if on cue, the man that was their sensei, Umino Iruka, hobbled in on a pair of crutches. One of the sensei had attempted to betray the village and Iruka held him off long enough for the Yondaime to arrive and take care of the situation.
"Hello class, I'm sure you all had heard of what happened yesterday, and just to let you know, everything is alright. The situation was handled and I'll make a full recovery. Now, I would like to congratulate you all on your achievement. Without further ado, I'll begin to announce your teams. Team On- And with the beginning of his announcements, most of the class tuned the teacher out until they heard their names. "Team Seven is Namikaze-Uzumaki Nazuri, Haruno Sakura, Uchiha Sasuke." At that moment, every girl in the room, barring a few of them, shouted their outrage at not being on the same team as their idol. Nazuri hung her head and let out a groan and Sakura had stood up and shouted her victory before whirling around and sticking a tongue out at her longtime friend and rival, Yamanaka Ino, who just pouted and growled in her seat. Sasuke just rolled his eyes and both Naruto and Moka gave Nazuri a look of sympathy, Moka also slightly disappointed at being separated from her friend.
"Team Eight is Hyuga Hinata, Inuzuka Kiba, and Aburame Shino. Team Nine is still in circulation. Team Ten is Yamanaka Ino, Nara Shikamaru, and Akimichi Chouji." More groans filled the room and few heads hit their desks a moment later. "And finally, Team Eleven will be Akashiya Moka, Dracul Naruto, and Karyuudo Hitsu. That concludes the team assignments. Any questions?"
A bunch of hands were raised at the same time, Sakura's was the first one up. "Sensei, who is Karyuudo Hitsu?"
Iruka smiled and sat at his desk. "She's from a class that had an extra student and didn't want a four Genin team to happen. She's a Youkai, like Naruto-san and Moka-san." Youkai weren't extremely common, but they weren't extremely rare either nowadays.
"Now I leave you all to wait for your Sensei, I look forward to working with you all in the future." With that said, Iruka stood with the help of his crutch and hobbled out of the room. Nazuri sighed and stood to go over to her teammates, a cloud of depression surrounding her. She was on a team with two people she didn't like very much, and a sensei who she didn't know yet.
Naruto was about to turn to properly introduce himself to Moka, but stopped as his ears caught the sound of foot steps. The door slid open and in walked a female figure. She was wearing a flak jacket, much like Naruto's, but the standard green of Konoha. She was also wearing tight blue pants that formed to her legs and standard shinobi sandals with a very large broadsword attached to her back. However, they couldn't see what she looked like; she didn't have a head. "Is this the right room?" A young female voice sounded out.
There were shocked looks and wide-eyed stares all over the room. Naruto got the feeling that the figure was rolling her eyes, but couldn't really tell because of obvious reasons. "Why are you all staring? Haven't you ever seen a Dullahan before?" That answer was very obvious. "Well? Is this the room under Umino Iruka?"
Moka was the first to answer her. "Yes, it is. I'm assuming you are Hitsu-san?" A small bow of her body signified her answer as a yes. "We," Moka pointed to herself and Naruto, "are your teammates."
Hitsu made her way over to sit between the two of them. After small introductions, they fell into a silence again; the only sounds being small chatter coming from the teams that actually knew each other and others attempting to get to know their teammates.
There was a loud crash and glass exploded inward from one of the windows. Two kunai knives were thrown into the walls to hold up a banner that suddenly appeared at the front of the room. 'The super sexy snake mistress kunoichi of Konoha, Mitarashi Anko has arrived!' Were the words written crudely upon the banner. A tan ball of cloth had hit the ground and rolled into the center of the room. It uncurled and revealed a rather well-endowed woman wearing a tan over coat with a fitted mesh body suit that stretches from her neck down to her thighs and a dark orange miniskirt with shinobi sandals that had the addition of shin guards.. Her purple hair was set in a flared pony-tail, her light brown, pupil-less eyes were narrowed and her mouth was set in a wide grin.
"Alright! I'm Mitarashi Anko, sensei of Team Eleven! I want the maggots on my squad to meet me on the roof ASAP!" She was suddenly gone in a puff of smoke.
The three confused members of the squad slowly got up and made their ways to the roof. Seeing this, Nazuri pouted in her seat. Why couldn't she have the crazy sensei? It wasn't fair...
On the roof, the three Genin found their purple-haired sensei sitting on the edge, chewing on a sick of dango. "It took you all long enough." The woman grumbled. "Now have a seat and we'll begin introductions. I'll go first." Anko let out a sigh. "My name is Mitarashi Anko, My likes are dango, red bean soup, and snakes. My dislikes are people treating other people like they are lesser beings and a certain snake-teme." Anko trailed off at the end before continuing. "My hobbies? Torture and interrogation." There was a sadistic look on her face now. "My dreams for the future? Well, I guess that would be to become the head of the T&I department." Anko's grinned returned and she pointed at Moka. "You, with the eyes, introduce yourself."
Moka nodded and began to speak. "My name is Akashiya Moka and I'm a vampire." She waited for what she assumed would be shocked expressions, raising an eyebrow when there were none. While vampires weren't entirely rare, seeing them join the forces of a village was. "I like tomato juice, blood, and the thrill of meeting and defeating a worthy opponent. I dislike cooking and when others are looked down on for being who they are. My hobbies are reading and fighting and my dream for the future is to get strong enough to take over as the head of my family."
Anko's grin got a little wider; looks like they'll get along just nicely. "Now you, headless."
Hitsu sighed, shifting in her seat. "My name is Karyuudo Hitsu, I'm a Dullahan. I like quietness, being engaged in combat, and reading. I dislike when people ask me about my head. I have no hobbies worth mentioning and my dream for the future is to be noticed for who I am, not what I am." A simple, yet admirable goal.
"Now you, with the cape." Naruto's eye twitched. It was a cloak, not a cape. There's a difference...
"My name is Dracul Naruto, I'm a Dhampir." There was a raised eyebrow from Moka and a shift of the body from Hitsu. It seems that they didn't know that, though he didn't blame them because he didn't have an aura of demonic energy that he gave off. "I like ramen, blood, the color orange, and the feeling of being engaged in combat with someone who is my equal. I dislike ignorance and people who don't earn anything through hard work. My hobbies are gardening and swordplay and my dream for the future is to find Castlevania and reach the throne room." Now he was receiving a shocked look from even Anko, who had read up on each of them before hand. Find Castlevania? Did this kid have a death wish? Not only was it crawling with some of the rarest and strongest monsters, but it was also home of the most powerful of monsters, Count Dracula, the first vampire. Rumor has it that even Death himself roamed its halls.
"Before any of you say anything, I do have my reasons for wanting to find it. I need to see my father in person. I need to know why he let my mother die." The silver-haired dhampir stated. There was a long silence as everything sunk in.
"Your Father is... IS DRACULA!?" Came the shout from all three of the females around him. He nodded, his face betraying nothing and showing that he was telling the truth. Both Moka and Hitsu looked pale, Moka more so than she normally did. Anko sighed and stood up, feeling a little dizzy.
"I'd like to clear this with Hokage-sama. Your real test will take place tomorrow at down in Training Grounds 44. Don't be late. Dismissed." Shaking her head, the purple-haired sensei disappeared in a puff of smoke to go talk to the Hokage.
Naruto sighed. Things were about to get extremely complicated for them, and he could only wonder what the future would hold for this unlikely team.
A/N: Well, that was the first chapter of the story, hoped you liked it. A lot of what I had planned will remain the same, but the stories of the characters will be changed slightly, some a little more than others. I didn't explain the story of how Youkai began to live among the humans since it will be explained in a later chapter. Also, more western names will be given in a western format for ease of understanding. I look forward to your reviews.
