Meetings
In a large room with sleek desks upon desks scattered across. Naruto sat on one of them. With silver hair that almost fell beyond his neck.
''Tell me, Alucard. What are we?''
A question that he all knew too well sung in the air.
''Vampires.'' He answered automatically.
''And what are we vampires?'' She asked another question.
Sitting up on his chair. It was almost empty. It was only ever used for him.
''Haven't I already answered this before?''
Every single time he was tutored those questions would be repeated, even when he's answered it over and over again.
''Would it hurt to refresh your memory?''
He shrugs his shoulders. ''Vampires are — to put it simply… a race of superior humanoids — which suck the blood from humans to survive.'' He forces out almost robotically.
A smile is plastered on her beautiful face. ''Good. Even if it could've been longer. It's acceptable.''
These 'lessons' hadn't even started a month ago, mainly teaching him about vampires.
Oh yes, a Vampire. Apparently, that was what he was called.
Not human. That seemed to be normal for him to hear. And that itself creates an unnerving sensation in his stomach.
And the lesson went on. About him being a Prince, something that he's been told non-stop for over three years now.
''Now then.'' Shalltear stopped moving. ''Have I told you told you about The Two Great Houses?''
His silvery eyebrow rises curiously. ''No, I don't think you have.''
''The Two Great houses.'' She murmurs. ''The only vampires who hold the title of Royalty, excluding us of course. That's what most believe anyways.''
''They don't?'' He inquires genuinely.
Her arms cross. ''They are known Royalty. Rulers of countries. At least it seems that way. Even they have their superiors.
''And what are we? Are we one half of this supposed Great House?''
The more he knows the better. It wasn't just his curiosity that made him ask this either.
A harsh chuckle plagued the room. ''No — of course not. I was the one who made them in the first place.''
If he heard this a while ago he would've taken this differently. He would've assumed this was a new thing considering she didn't look old in the slightest.
She looked to be around his age before his death. However, he knew that to be a lie. Apparently, vampires could live up to 1000 years old.
That thought was mind-boggling, it was for a few months.
Before he thought living up to 100 was an outlier. But 1000? That fucked with his brain.
''They're servants. My servants — and eventually yours when the time comes for you take the throne.''
Perhaps if this was any other 3 year old. Not that he was anyway. They would've seemed worried. Such a burden may have been too heavy.
He's seen it before in young members of Royalty.
He was a ruler of sorts as Hokage. With all of Konoha under his control. Although still not to the level of a Daimyo.
He could've probably become a Daimyo, killing anyone who stood in his way.
Nobody could've challenged him after the war, it would've been complete annihilation.
His eyes shut — swallowing down his almost endless supply of saliva. And his pointy nails drag along the table.
He's been here for too long. He's been talking to this red-eyed Queen for far too long.
He is Naruto Uzumaki, the Hokage. Not the Prince known as Alucard Bloodfallen.
''Even if they'll never admit to it, they are merely servants, the Tepes and Carmilia's try and appear to be in direct opposition to each other. Try to appear opposites in every way. Yet one thing they share is their arrogance.''
''You're making it seem like they're at war.'' Reopening his crimson red eyes.
''War?'' Her head shook slowly. ''No — the Carmilia's and Tepes are both too fearful to step out like that.''
''Why? Are they worried that they'll just kill each other?''
Was it their cowardice? Or maybe they just didn't hate each other as much as he expected.
''Let's just say if it wasn't for me they'd probably be some worthless peasants, and that's me being optimistic.''
A weird, unexplainable sensation pops up.
Is Shalltear a conquer? The way she spoke about Royalty under her command made it seem that way.
Only conquerors could say that they had Royalty working for them.
As servants too, even if she seemed to have more respect for them than the maids, it still wasn't a whole lot.
In fact, the person who she treated with the most respect was himself. Although if he was to step out of line things would turn probably turn violent. And with all of his strength zapped away it'll probably not end in his favour.
And that's forgetting that he's living in the body of a three-year-old.
''And why is that?''
Confirmation could never hurt.
She throws a long stare at him, those eyes sprinkled with delight.
''I made their ancestors. I turned their ancestors into something better, something more. If not for me they would've died like the human pigs they once were.''
A long restaurant lit up by lightbulbs that were seemingly plugged into the ceiling.
Sat by a dining table was a figure — one who was currently eating a juicy piece of steak.
A sigh that held almost no energy in it came out.
Her fork drops down to the plate, creating a metallic crash.
Throwing its eyes near the exit — their multiple guards stood, with their peeled eyes scanning across the room.
As the entity was about to pick up their fork a loud bang arrived, and a few screams pooped up.
''Oh?'' A voice that sounded more feminine than masculine spoke up.
Sniffing in the air around them, it was a recognisable stench, blood.
The guards in the room tensed up, and an odd aura started to surround them. ''Wait here b-''
That one guard didn't finish whatever he was going to say. Having a metal door slammed over his body would do that.
It wasn't just one however, all of them met the same fate.
Heavy footsteps pounded into this room — and a rattling sound came that almost blocked out those footsteps.
''Could've you at least knocked?'' It asks with an amused voice.
''Mhm.'' The more masculine voice grunts out. ''You're lucky I don't crack your head open, Snake.''
The 'snakes' lips stretched. ''As violent as always, aren't we?''
''Only to you.'' He responds, his voice seeming calmer than before.
''Well then, would you like something to eat?
''I would.'' He reveals. ''But I wouldn't put it past you to just poison it.'' The man starts walking near the 'Snake.'
''Poison your food? Whatever gave you that idea? And even if it was poisoned it wouldn't work.''
''Maybe there aren't any known ones, you probably made one just for me.'' The man's movements pause. And he glares down at the smaller figure.
''There's no point in this little stare down. The feminine one points her fingers to the edge of the table where a chair was sitting alone. ''Come, I'm sure you've come for a reason.''
''You don't needa tell me twice.'' He said gruffly. Moving to the chair and eventually sat down on it.
''Are you sure you don't want anything to eat? I've got some steak in the ba-''
''I'm sure.'' He cuts the 'Snake' off.
''Your choice.'' She smiles brightly showing a rack of pearly white teeth.
''So what can I do for you today?''
He folds his arms that are thick like a tree right under his chest.
''Your grandson.''
She tilts her head to the right. ''My grandson?'' She questions, confused.
The man's eyes return into their original powerful glare. ''Don't play games with me, we both know that you know who is he.''
''I never said otherwise, you shouldn't be so quick with your assumptions.'' She replies.
''Good.'' His eyes regain their composure. ''And have you met him yet?''
''No, not yet. Why do you ask?''
He snorts loudly. ''I'm surprised that you haven't kidnapped him yet.''
She raises a delicate eyebrow. ''And why would I kidnap my grandson?''
His eyes narrow fiercely. ''You've done it before.''
''I don't kidnap — everyone who comes to me does so willingly.'' She responds steadily.
''Not that they have a choice.'' He whispers under his breath.
''Have you really come here to speak about my grandson?''
She looks inside of those intense, red eyes.
''He's not just yours.'' He comments softly, much softer than those eyes.
''Maybe.'' She hums. ''However, you did nothing all of those years ago.''
His glare somehow became more heated that it wouldn't be a surprise if fire started to spawn from them.
''That was your doing not mine.'' He says in a low and angry voice.
''Is that so?'' She sits back. ''Then why are you getting angry?''
''I don't have time for your bullshit today.'' He growls. ''I came here to say that h- he. He takes a second before continuing on. ''That he needs to die.''
Silence. Silence wrapped around the restaurant like a cocoon.
''What?'' Her words were filled with surprise and those inhuman eyes widened.
''You heard me.'' He sighs sadly. ''He needs to die.''
She blinked slowly. ''And what has he deserved to call upon your wrath?''
''Nothing… yet.''
''I've got to admit — I'd never expect those words to come out of your mouth.
Though I do have to wonder — why? Why would you want to kill your own grandson?''
''I don't, if there was any other option I'd take it.'' His fist slams down on the table… so loud, it almost cracked the windows. ''This is your fault! If you just left everything alone then he wouldn't have to die!'' He spits out those words wildly.
She just looked at the massive man passively. ''I know you blame me for everything — but do tell me, how is it my fault?''
''Don't try and lie like you normally do! I know what you did to him. You changed him and not for the better.'' His voice jumped into a shout.
''Oh.'' She eyed him as the realisation came. ''So you know.''
''Of course, I do!'' His teeth clench. ''Have you forgotten who I am?''
''No — I have not.'' Not that'd it be possible. ''But why have you told me this? You ought to know that I won't let it slide.''
And he hates her more than she does him.
''Because if he lives on then the other Old Gods will be nothing but children in comparison.''
Her lips flop into a straight line. ''Don't lie to me, I know your plans are still the same.'' Her voice is firm, firmer than it has been in a long while.
''Will you help me or not?'' He bites out with a bit of struggle.
''I don't think I will.'' She responds after a second. ''Why are you asking this though? We both dislike each other. And you could kill him easily enough. Could it be that you want me to take the blame? Maybe you don't want your own child dislike of you to grow any further?''
She sees his fist clenched — he probably would've attacked her already if he wasn't asking for a favour.
''I will admit that is partly the reason.''
She stares at him blankly. ''I know you're straightforward… however this is a new precedent.''
His shoulders shrug casually. ''There's no point in lying, you'd just see right through it.''
''Though, I am curious about how he's supposedly going to be more powerful than the New Gods. Sure, his potential is quite baffling, but to that level?''
''Because he will destroy all things, from the Human world all away to our old home.'' He sludges through his words slowly.
''And do you think I care? He could do that for all I could care. You know there's only one reason why I'd ever kill him.'' She restrains a laugh from lunging out of her throat.
''You May be a fucked up son of a bitch but you aren't a destroyer, just a bored dictator.'' He pushed forwards.
''Why thank you, I'll take that as a compliment. Though I still don't have a sudden urge to kill my grandson, unlike some people.'' She retorts with a full smile.
''You aren't gonna budge.'' He said mainly to himself.
''No, I don't think I am.'' Her blinking eyes show some amusement. ''Don't tell me you thought I would actually agree? Killing him over something so minor?''
''Then it's my time to leave.'' He huffs, standing up from the chair — however, his stare didn't leave.
''Don't worry, darling. I won't shoot you in the back.''
''Don't call me that.'' He bristles at her words which she merely returns with a beautiful smile.
Not even a second before he left this restaurant one final sentence flew from his lips. ''And if you try to stop me you'll meet the same fate.''
''Him and his damn prophecy's...''