Love Bites, a Resident Evil + Naruto Crossover fanfic

A/N: ...screw it, this request intrigued me.

Ronin and I worked proper hard on this one, so I hope ya enjoy it.

I've yet to see someone try this for Resident Evil Village proper, so here we go.

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Alright, I've kept you long enough.

To be clear! This takes place before the events of Village, but not so early.

The harem will be Bela, Daniela, Cassandra... and of course, Alcina. Might include Miranda and Donna if enough folks ask...

"Save your speeches, child. I have no need of them. I've existed long enough to know when its over.

Know this. In the end, you and I are not so different. We both fight for what we think is right.

That pursuit only leads to one thing. Peace, you say? No. It only brings pain.

Love Bites

Naruto's eyes snapped open with a start.

'Oh for the love of...what happened to me this time?!'

His brain bleated for only a half-second before realizing that impending doom wasn't upon him.

For once, he hadn't awoken to the harsh breeze of air rushing by as he tumbled through this-or-that sky. He found as much to be far too common of an occurrence given his misadventurous romps through many realms. Well. This called for a celebration! He should bust out the sake he'd been sav…ing … oh… wait… ah… never mind.

It was all coming back to him now, ever clearer. He had fallen.

His descent was too fast and a solid surface too close. He had fallen alrigh, and crashed at that. And what a thorough crash it was. Head first! Smashing through trees and snow and dirt and earth, the sound of something snapping, cracking, and popping...then the faded to black.

Maybe it was his nose, maybe it was his neck. Heck, it could have been his spine. That didn't matter now. Whatever damage was done had been quite thoroughly undone at this point; by the strength of his blood and the strength of Kurama alike.

His head still buzzed and hummed and he did not have his bearings at all. But they were coming to him, ever so slowly. Whatever exactly he crashed into mattered about as much as whichever bone might have broken. He was no longer there, having somehow been dragged here by someone, somewhere, at some point. And that in itself drew forth the true question to be begged:

Why was he dangling in the air?

Aha! The sorrowful jangle of chains came to his ears when he tried to move his arms, only to find them restricted. A glance confirmed his suspicions and sure enough, he found them up above his head. So he'd been bound and suspended, huh? Yet he felt no cuffs, instead… why did his hands hurt?

He craned his head, looking to the ceiling that the chain presumably hung from.

Relizationb roke like the dawn and it was a bitter one indeed."Oh…"

His stomach churned at the sight. Indeed, from the ceiling came a set of dingy chains; chains that ended in a pair of gnarly sickles – old and dirty, clearly more rust than steel. Those grotesque things were jammed into his hands; driven through with such reckless unevenness that it could only speak of how uncaring his captor must be.

Uncaring or cruel – sadistic – though should that need to be said? Who but a sadist would take a prisoner in this fashion?

Blood had crusted up around the dull blades, it meant that he was not at threat of bleeding out, but it also meant that he'd been hanging around for some time, hours… maybe days.

"…Who'd I piss off this time?" His sigh was more of disinterested curiosity than concern. Running people into a fury took little effort on his part these days, ire had come his way in droves since he was a tyke; it happened often enough that someone wanting to kill or maim him was something of a bore. But stringing him up while he was even awake enough to snark about it?

...well, that was just poor sportsmanship. Minus ten points to the arse behind this farce!

He did his best to joke about the matter, even as a fresh pang of panic threatened to set in. His good humor – and a lifetime of experience – held it at bay, but levity would not grant him his freedom. For that, he'd need action. On a whim, he gave his bonds a tug.

Nope. No dice.

It hurt, make no mistake about that. Sure he'd suffered worse wounds than these, but that wasn't the concern, not really. Even he could see the problem this angle… well, he'd have to rip his hands clean in two to escape… and that was not something he was keen on experiencing.

Already a tinge of blood trickled down his arm from his small efforts.

If he needlessly tore himself to shreds the healing needed to both piece back together and restore the lost blood would be…substantial.

The situation was too far from his usual order of things to take this lightly.

He sensed no chakra even as he spread his senses wide, but there was some life in this… hm… he didn't know what to call this lair he found himself ensnared in… the room he was in was classy if rustic; grandiose to the point of being gaudy. This sense of fashion could only fit a certain subset of people. So this was a noble's manor?

Strung up in a noble's manor full of people that didn't possess an ounce of chakra to speak of, such might be a relief, but he knew better than to think that. In his travels, he'd found people that were – even without chakra – capable of things that left even him envious.

Yup, no point in wasting chakra when he could be facing a horde of rat people capable of throwing around mountains with their minds… though he really hoped that such a colorful thought didn't come to pass. Although maybe it might be. His luck had been proper weird lately.

All points being that he needed to conserve his energies… for now. If his captors proved too unhinged to reason with; he'd kick their collective rears. Then, not before.

"Good to see you showing reason for once."

'We all have to grow up sometime, Kurama.' That was a regurgitated sentiment if he'd ever heard one; a remark Sakura shared with him the last he saw her, a baby in her arms – hers and Lee's. It was a response given after he asked the galling question of why she'd given up waiting for Sasuke.

It was an eye-opener, a paradigm shift; he hadn't realized that they were indeed adults until that moment. So he tried – with great effort – to act the part. How many people told him to be more patient before then? Well, he'd hear them now.

So with all his power, he did nothing. Rather than lash out and destroy everything, he'd find out who needed the punishment, and only then would he dull it out. He would lie in wait.

"You won't have to wait for long."

He felt a presence long before she entered, but he wasn't prepared for the sheer sight of her.

She was probably beautiful, once; she still was in a sense, with long blond hair and shapely curves, and those black robes did suit her nicely, but that deathly pale skin – as though she'd not seen the sun for a span of time longer than the years than he'd lived – and the way that blood and dirt caked her frame – around the face especially… it all made for a woman that he could not gaze upon with ease.

Flies buzzed around her, yet she didn't seem to care, her interest remained more towards him.

"Ah, the man-thing awakes." She grinned with so much glee – part sultry, part manic – and Naruto was not for it. "Your smell… it drew me in." She drew ever closer, eyeing the blood that drizzled down his arms.

"And here Tsunade told me that days without a bath would have the opposite effect." Naruto joked even as the girl grasped – clawed, groped, molested – his legs. "That's uh…" She was sniffing his thigh, getting crusty blood on his good pants! C'mon, now!

"Oh, mother will love you!" She so cooed, twirling about. "You

"She's not right."

Wasn't hard to feel what Kurama meant. The newcomer was clearly murderous at face value, but her emotions… also cried for bloodshed, yet only some of them. She felt as a chorus, innumerable voices singing a song all at different tunes. Some did, surely, cry for violence, yet other parts of her sang a miserable melody.

She was screaming out for help, even as she – vocally – rambled on about doing to him what he'd do to a bowl of ramen.

"I'm sorry, does it hurt? Here, I'll get you down. Don't run… or else." She swayed her way to a lever that rose from the stone floor, eyes never once leaving his. "… I'm sure no one will mind if I have first taste, after all."

Her hip brushed the lever and loose came the chains.

...ouch." His monotone groan came from dropping in such a fashion that the sickles jostled and cut more at his hands. "Thanks for that. And you are...?" Great. Here he was making small talk with a woman that was almost definitely – certainly, absolutely! – a cannibal, hoping to distract her a bit whilst he worked at dislodging the misused gardening tools.

"Bela," she purred, hands greedily grasping his face, not caring – or not noticing – as his own hands verged on liberation. "So cute… it's almost a shame-"

"Shame about what?" He just needed a few more seconds here, now...!

"Why?" she blinked at him. "Because I'm hungry, of course."

"Is that really why you're doing this?"

Bela hesitated. Something softened in her face.

The door flew open and she jerked backwards with a start.

Curses! She'd kicked the lever in passing and now up he went again.

"Now, what do you think you're doing...?" Another girl glided in, so very similar to Bela, yet her hair was a shade of wild red. Not of the Uzumaki brand, nowhere near as fiery or stunning, but still an alluring color… if not for the dirt and darkened blood that crusted it.

"You weren't having a meal without us… were you?" And now came a third! A brunette this time, yet otherwise identical to the others.

This was making for a trend. Was this just a cult of identical women?

Each of whom, I might add, are mad as a hatter!"

'Don't gotta tell me twice. I know.'

Naruto didn't know much of what to do with them as they squabbled. It felt like a Gaara situation; lost souls corrupted by dark vestiges from within. Yet Gaara had only one voice leading him astray. These girls had many. So very many. It hurt just listening to them. He pitied them, yet it was clear that he was not their first victim. They were practiced. He could not leave them be, yet to kill them felt…he couldn't find the word. Make no mistake, there was a small part of him that wanted to wipe them out, and yet...

Kurama read his thoughts and absolutely hissed. "You can't redeem everyone, brat."

He tugged at his chains. 'My curse of kindness…I gotta try.'

"You really don't, not with my vessel on the line!"

'It's my body before it's your vessel!'

"Agree to disagree?"

'Fuck off that and figure out how to help.'

"You'd have me jump off the same bridge as you!"

'Awww, for gods and demons you're raring to go, but little girls scare you?'

"Hardly 'girls', give them a good scrub and they'd be ready for a good ol'-

'Not the time, fox!'

"Whatever… but you'll need to tag one. I need to establish a link. Think you can managed that."

Pah! Easily.

Naruto tuned back into the girls' affairs.

Bela stood frozen, swaying with great tension to her.

"Well?" one cooed. "Tongue too moist to speak, dearest sister?"

"Having at our dinner before mother gets a taste?" the other tutted. "I'm telling!"

"D-don't be foolish, my sisters, this is mother's treat after all. I was just monitoring it."

"Oi!" levering himself forward, Naruto swung his right foot swung out and smacked Bela on the thigh, eliciting a yelp from her. He hit her just harsh enough to mask the sting of a bit of crimson chakra that lanced out his foot and surged into her. "Gonna sell me up the river? I thought we had something special!"

She flicked him a glance, idly rubbing her leg. "Hush, man-thing, we'll have our time."

"Don't coddle the food. You'd have it think it's more than it is." Ah, so little miss redhead wasn't fond of his quips, as it seemed.

"She's always been soft on cute meals… We should deface him!" And the brunette brat was somehow worse. Today really wasn't his day...

"You know mother wouldn't like that. She does so enjoy seeing her food squirm, remember?" It was almost like Bela was stepping to his defense. The least worrisome cannibal it seems…

"…Still a cannibal!"

'Noted,' as if he'd forget.

"Your ploy fools no one, sister! Now step away from the man-thing!"

"My, my," a new voice crooned, quelling them. "Why are my precious girls bickering so?"

So the mother appears at last and… ah… okay, so the trend was broken… and oh, boy was it broken thoroughly.

Starting from her legs, Naruto looked up… and up… and up some more. By the sage. For the first time in a long time he found himself at a loss for words.

Not so Kurama. "That's one taaaaaall woman!"

'Quiet, you!' he cursed, not needing to hear the obvious. His gaze flicked back to the trio of black-robed women. "I take it that ya'll are adopted, huh?"

A sickle slashed across his cheek.

"Hush, food!" The redhead snarled at him. Yelp, she definitely didn't like his quips.

"Mother, I bring you fresh prey." Bela was first to the giantess' side, one arm out, presenting him as a spectacle.

"It was an effort on all our parts mother." The brunette proved swift to correct her; not letting Bela take an edge in what seemed like their sibling rivalry.

"You are so kind to me, daughters." She approached him now, tall enough to meet him eye to eye even as he remained suspended. "Let's have a look at him." She reached out to cup his chin and he fought down a shiver; her hand was cold, like a corpse. He heard her inhale deeply, saw the sudden spark in her golden eyes. "Your smell… how lovely. Very fresh...

He didn't miss the way she licked her lips.

"Second time I've heard that today." he cocked his head instead, feigning a smile he didn't feel. "I'm guessin' Tsunade was wrong about the bath bit..

Her fingers bit into his face. "Talkative, aren't you? Your kind usually beg by now."

"I hear ladies enjoy dinner and a show." Almost had enough chakra now. Stall, stall, stall! "Or am I wrong?"

She laughed, haughty and cruel; a proper noblewoman, this one.

"You're a special sort, aren't you?" She cooed. "On any other day, I'd make you a pet, honestly."

"I'd prefer to be dinner, honestly." He'd be neither, mind you.

"Oh, there was never an option. Meals are hard to come by these days." She craned his head so as to give his neck a whiff. "Now, let's see how special you really are." It had been bemusing thus far, this whole affair; less so what followed; her maw opening to reveal canines that were quickly growing larger and sharper than they had any right being. "Do be still," the lady of the manor cooed as she pressed her lips to his neck, "And this will be pleasurable for the both of us."

Crap. Delay her! "Um, don't suppose I could get your name first...?"

That gave her a moments pause. She drew back, golden eyes glowing in her pale face. "You are a rare one, aren't you?"

"Yup, that's me." he shrugged, hiding a smile as his chains rattled. "What can I say, I'm one of a kind."

"Very well." a coy smile touched the corner of her mouth. "You shall call me Lady Dimitrescu...while you live."

She moved in.

'Not good, not good!'

"Don't be a baby. You've endured worse-

Kurama was still speaking when Dimitrescu bit into him, fangs cutting deep into his neck. A gasp shuddered out of him and he grit his teeth against it. Endure! This was all part of the plan. He let her get a great taste of his blood and the potent chakra within; let her drink her fill. Waiting was well worth it; because she shivered, drunkenly shivered and stumbling back, back, back again. All the while her fingers fisted in his ruined jacket, tugging him with her as she went. She never once took her lips from his neck.

'You think you can handle my blood?!' he glared bloody red daggers at her. 'Go ahead! Take as much as you want!'

Sure enough, her prodigious strength did what he wouldn't have been able to without great harm to his hands. He felt the chains creak ominously in the wall above, barely able to bear her weight. Still they held...until so threw his weight against hers. That broke the stalemate. With a ponderous groan those rusted iron links snapped; causing Dimitrescu to finally lose her grip on his jacket and neck alike. Unbalanced, she crashed down on her rear. Her hat went flying and with it her came undone; the bun at the back of her head breaking, sending strands of raven-black hair spilling over her startled face.

None of that mattered, because she'd finally given him what was after; dislodging him from the accursed sickles that suspended him.

'Ah, blessed terra firma.' he took a moment to sigh as his fevered face pressed against the cool floor. "How I've missed thee.'

On the ground, at last, Naruto grinned up at the trembling mother. She still hadn't gotten up...

"Ooohhh…" Wait. Was she…moaning? "S-so delicious!" Her jaw came unhinged as she clutched her throat. "What are you...?"

"Kinks of all kinds, huh..."

"Cassandra!"

"Yes, mother!" The brunette glided up, diligent before miss tall, gray, and busty.

"You and Daniela show him to the basement. There's wine to be made."

"Wine...?"

Those glazed golden eyes gleamed at him, eyeing him as one would a delectable morsel. He didn't much like the look. Realization broke like the dawn and despite his iron will, Naruto found himself balking. She'd said wine just now. Surely not from him. Not from his blood, right...?

"I did warn you, crazy is as crazy does...

"Can I not help, mother!?" Bela protested, making for the very first sign of dissent from any of the girls to their mother. "I'm the one who captured him!"

"Um, you really didn't?" Naruto felt a need for correction on that front. "Pretty sure I just hit my head."

"Do you not realize your situation?" Bela bit out, anger bubbling in those eyes.

No good, she was meant to be the nice one!

"I do, I do." his head bobbed as he pulled himself upright, climbing to one knee.. "But honestly, I pity you." he winced only a little as he tore the hooks out his hands. "All of you." His wounds – those upon his hands and neck alike – began to burn and sear, mending until gone.

In the silence that followed, one could've heard a pin drop.

The mother of the three blinked at him. She blinked hard. "Excuse you?"

It'd been time enough. Being demeaned tested his patience. Having to play along strained his patience. But being bitten by a woman who couldn't decide between hunger and lust… now that… that broke his patience right and proper. Time for a little payback.

'Kurama.'

"Right, I've got a fix… sorta… but you'll have to pin them down."

'Happily.' chakra and adrenaline coursed through his veins, no longer spent away to keep his wounds in check. His heart pounded in anticipation. Thump-Thump-Thump. For each pulse, another spark of scarlet flashed through his eyes, and with it, his body began to burn. They all saw it. So too did they see his smile shift.

In that moment he went from prey to...something else.

"W-why are you smiling like that?" Daniela stumbled away just a bit as he stepped in. Gone was his jovial smirk, a feral grin taking the stage. For the first time she – they – realized that in this wicked game of predator and prey, perhaps they weren't the predators anymore. "Tell me!" Why are you smiling at us?!"

"Because… my dearest Dani, I'm not locked in here with you." His eyes closed for a moment as he directed his thoughts inward. 'Kurama, cloak.'

"Copy."

Soothing golden flooded his body, black ink interposing itself over his ragged form.

"You're locked in here with me!"

Then he lunged.

Credit where it was due, Dimitrescu surged to her feet to meet him without fear. As he looked on, her hands lengthened into wicked claws, tapered at the tips. Interesting. Not enough to save her, but interesting all the same. Playtime was over.

"Wretched man thing!"

Under normal circumstance, Naruto might've humored the lady of the manor a little. Let her preserve some semblance of her pride. That sorta thing. But right now, he wasn't feeling anywhere near as generous. Rather than engage her in melee as she no doubt intended, he ducked her swipe and thrust an open palm into her lower torso.

She snarled. "You cannot hurt me!"

Red eyes rose to meet hers. "Ain't trying to hurt ya."

A giant golden claw burst from his fist, fingers splayed wide.

Dimitrescu never stood a chance. Caught in midswing, she was utterly unprepared for what followed. Her eyes widened; then it was over. Five firm fingers drilled her into a wall and pinned her there, constricting firmly to entrap both arms at her sides. Her long legs kicked in the air, to no avail. "Release me at once, you wretch!"

...nah. Hang around for a bit while I find a way to fix ya."

He broke it off there, then whirled to face her dumbstruck daughters.

"Well?" he spread his arms wide, gripping the. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. What'll it be?"

They took one look at him and descended upon him in a swarm of black flies, slamming him out the room into the hall. A thousand stinging bites gnawed at his cloak. That might've be a problem...had he intended to fight them. Fortunately, he didn't.

"Shuttered window on your right." Kurama's voice chimed. "Smash it. Bit of cold should slow 'em down."

Naruto needn't be told more than that. His fists slammed against it and a blizzard blazed through.

The cries of pain that followed almost made him feel bed.

"Brrrrr!"

"How could you?!"

"That's f-f-freeziiiiing!"

Bela slammed her sickle into his side, thinking him distracted. He trapped her arm between his and his ribs caught her by the wrist and slammed a golden palm into her stomach, blasting the breath from what passed for her lungs. She folded with a startled gasp; the moment she did, he found himself forced to ducked a savage swipe from Cassandra, or risk losing his head.

"C'mon, now!" a quick clap of his hands had them hot on his heels as he kicked backwards. "Catch me if you can!"

He let them chase him back into the main room, flashed a jolly wave at the still bound Dimitrescu as he went. He received a snarl for his efforts and swung a golden arm backward as he ran by, knocking her out. Just as well too; because he heard the furious snarl of the approaching swarm. He paused, counted to three...

'Gotcha.'

Daniela came tearing after him, hollering at the top of her lungs. The moment she did, he dipped down, snapped up one of the chains that had impaled his hands, and flung it at her. It was a good throw; a single swing snared her like a wild horse. Golden chakra coursed down the rotten lengths-into her like a live wire. Her body convulsed and dropped like a stone into his arms.

"Wha...what have done...?!"

Naruto caught her with ease, lowering her to floor. "Something that shoulda been done a long time ago...setting you straight."

She tried to change, tried to claw at him, and failed utterly. "I...its warm...why is it so warm...?"

She slumped soundlessly, eyes rolling up in her head. He gave it a little pat.

"Two down, two to go."

Sure enough, that set her sisters into a frothing, rabid rage.

"Murderer!"

"Oi!" He blocked Bela and countered Cassandra, hurtling each way when they came for him. "She's still alive. I'm not gonna kill ya! Now stop!"

Cassandra went for his throat and was summarily caught by the remaining chain for her efforts. Naruto didn't give her time to struggle. Golden chakra sparked across the metal and into her body, sending her hurtling to the floor a twitching heap. He laid her down gently beside her sister.

Three down. One to go.

Bela's gaze strayed to the door in a rare moment of hesitation. But only for a moment. Then she rounded on him with a wordless snarl.

He swept in, letting her rusty sickle pierce the point of his shoulder...and grabbed her. Not with a chain, or an attack, but his arms. Her body, still chilled by the cold, wasn't able to dissolve in time. The moment his hands linked behind her back, Bela went wild. Hissing and spitting, thrashing and clawing she tore at him like a hellcat.

"Let me go! Let me...go! Let...me...go!"

Her words trailed off as golden light flooded her body, mingling with the chakra he'd already infused there. It filled her to the brim, lighting her from within. Gradually, her struggles began to diminish. The sickle fell from her grasp, leaving her feeble fingers to fumble at him, for what little good it did her. Within moments, she burned like a second sun in his arms.

"Please!" he saw the fear in her eyes. "I...I don't wanna die!"

"You ain't gonna." He held her close. Embraced her. "You'll be alright...

She slumped in his arms with a little sigh, passing out at the last. It was a mercy.

"Now, then." Naruto turned a weather eye toward the still-slumbering Dimitrescu. "What to do with you...?"

A/N: Aaaand scene.

So? Should this be a story? Yay or nay!

Naruto's really too nice for his own good, ya know?

To clarify for those who've forgotten, Bela's the blond, Cassandra has midnight hair, and we all know Daniela's the redhead.

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(Previews)

"Rise and shine~!"

She shivered under the blanket. "Don't wanna. Cold."

Miranda considered him for a long moment. "Curious...

A butterfly – as black as night – flew by as she stirred from her sleep. "Girls?"

"Mother! Father awaits you on the balcony."

"Will ya stop that?' he nudged her away. "I ain't your meal ticket."

"But what if asked nicely?"

...oi."

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