A/N: Hey there!! I'm finally resuming my updates. Exams are over!!!

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"Hokage-sama! Hokage-sama! You must come quick!" a ninja burst into the office, only to find the blond Hokage asleep. His head was lying on a stack of papers. "Naruto-sama! WAKE UP!"

"Huh?! Yuji! What the hell?? You could have...."

"Naruto-sama! This is big! There is a man at the gate asking for you!"

"So?" He gently scratched the back of his head, yawning the sleep away.

Yuji looked at the young Rokudaime with wide eyes. How can he be so careless?

"Naruto-sama, his name is Sasuke Uchiha."

Time stopped. Sasuke... he fought him at that time, blaming him for every death in the village.

The fight lasted long after the elders were slaughtered, long after their slashed corpses were taken away. He gave it his all, even released a few tails, but still didn't win. They were equally matched, darkness and light, never overcoming the other.

In the end, Naruto's unmatched power came to his aid; the power of making friends with anyone, as the remaining shinobi of Konoha finished the battle, overpowering Sasuke and successfully capturing him alive.

From that day on, Naruto hated his best friend. They brought him in for interrogation and surprisingly he confessed it all. He talked of every murder since Itachi, even confessed how he killed Sakura.

Naruto had gone berserk; he wanted to kill him, bathe in his blood, rip his body to bits and scatter them all around Fire Country. The fox didn't help his frail mind either, whispering words of sweet torture and promises of revenge in his mind. It took Yamato's full power to hold the almost insane Rokudaime, but in the end, Naruto managed to control his urges.

Itachi's name now had a special reserved place on the Konoha monument of heroes and Sasuke, wishing to atone for his sins, offered to become Konoha's spy in Akatsuki. Apparently, Madara wouldn't go down so easy and was now working at forming a new Akatsuki in order to achieve his plans.

His pace was steady, his head was held high. Uzumaki Naruto, former "dead last" of Konoha represented his position as village leader with great pride.

"Uchiha."

"Hokage-sama."

His head was bent low, acknowledging his former best friend's rank.

"Report."

He lifted his head, rising to his full height.

"He began to move troops. Apparently he's out of time. Time to live, so I believe he'll get risky soon." Sasuke quickly handed him a scroll.

"These are some of the plans and the names and abilities of each new member."

"I see...Is that all?"

"No. I believe that soon I will be discovered. He figured something, however I'm not sure what."

With that he bowed once more and disappeared in a storm of hawk feathers.

"Hey, Ino! Wait up!"

The blond kunoichi turned and saw her Draculina friend running in her direction."Oh, hey Seras!"

"How are your wounds?" The short girl looked at her, concern obvious in her eyes.

Seeing her newest friend in distress, Ino quickly did a double flip and a pirouette while suppressing a winch. It hurts like hell!!!!

"Fine, see? I'm as good as new! Hehe!!"

Apparently the girl fell for the act for she flashed a big smile and quickly grabbed her hand. "Great! Come eat with me!"

Before taking the first step toward the kitchen, Seras discovered something, or rather someone was missing.

"Umm...Ino?"

She found the girl looking at her with an odd look in her eyes. "What..." then it clicked.

Of course! I'm vampire, she's human, we don't eat the same thing. Or... did she think I'll actually drain a human? Eww! Grows!

"Oh, don't worry I'll just have a glass of B negative!"

"Oh..." It will take a while to get used to this whole thing. Ino soon recovered from her amazed state and came back to her bossy self.

"So? What are you waiting for? To the kitchen!!" She took Seras's hand and began to jog to the mentioned room.

When they arrived there, the two girls received they're food and both began to eat ; or drink, depending on the case.

"So, what did sir Integra want to talk to you?"

Ino lifted her head, analyzing Seras for any other intention beside curiosity. When she found none, she put her chopsticks down and sighed.

"She wanted me to accompany her at a meeting with this archbishop Enrico Maxwell. Integra says he's the leader of Iscariot, so I believe she just wants protection from the bastard...."

"Or maybe..." A velvet voice that brought chills to her spine. "...they just want to see Integra's new pet."

"You..." a vein began to pump above her eyebrow. "I. am. no. one's. PET!!!" the chair flew away.

Her dinner was left forgotten. Her calm flew out the window, fiery temper flaring up. She turned around to face him, and if Ino was pissed off after hearing his words, seeing that satisfied grin on his face made her go insane.

In a feat of insanity, the small kunoichi grabbed the collar of his shirt, minimizing the distance between them.

"I hate you." the words were only a whisper, a promise of pain which, if Alucard was a lesser vampire, might have frightened him.

In turn, the No Life King whispered in return, his tone seductively insane. "Yes Blondie, hate me. I can smell the sweetness of your blood, boiling just beneath the surface. Feel anger, it feeds your fire, giving you blood a promise of powerful taste."

Her eyes were wide, breaths coming out in pants. His breath, tickling her ear shell, his power creeping down her spine, threatening to overwhelm her. She wanted to slap him, but couldn't, she just couldn't move.

"M-Master?"

Seras watched the scene unfold before her in morbid curiosity. She couldn't say a thing, it wasn't her place to say anything or interrupt, however, panic began to rise inside of her as she saw he Master's fangs grow longer, ready to bite Ino's neck.

His fledgling's voice seemed to give him a mental slap, as the vampire began to take control of his urges. Even he was surprised. The smell of her blood, the sound of it traveling through her veins, it enchanted him, making him loose ration, revert to his primal beast urges.

This must stop. He took a step back and mingled with the shadows.

Ino just stood there, only now fully realizing what was about to happen. "Seras..."

"Y-Yes?"

"I must go, Integra needs me fresh tomorrow morning." Without further adds, she made the necessary hand singes and shunshined into her room.

What was I thinking?

A laugh echoed in her head. Girl, that wasn't thinking, you just stood there like a pig on a silver platter.

You! I thought I got rid of you all those year ago!! What are you doing?

The laugh turned into a low chuckle, mocking her with every new fit.

Girl, did you really think that after walking so many minds, you'll still be sane? Hell no! I assure you darling, you're as loony as white tooth back there.

She didn't agree, she couldn't agree. However, she had to admit that talking to another person that resides inside your mind wasn't sane either.

You really are a blond, said the voice in a snickering remark. I'm not another person silly, I'm you.

Ino scowled. How can you say something like that? I hated it, I hated it as much as I hate him!! Now fuck off! Leave me alone!!

Another chuckle. Fine honey, as you wish.

The morning didn't bring any kind of clearing to her mind either. She mechanically took a shower, got dressed, took her weapon pouch and a dozen other hidden weapons, just in case.

It was a hot day outside, the green leaves of the trees reminding her so much of Konoha.

I miss it so much...

During her stay here, Ino learned to lock away the thoughts and feelings of home, making her life bearable, but forgetting about her world, her village, her team and friends...it was impossible.

She glanced at her new leader, clothed in her usual dark green suit and bowed in respect. "Sir Integra."

"Are you ready?" Her face was as stern as always, cigarette present in her hand, emanating a smell that reminded the kunoichi so much of the late Sandaime.

"Yes Sir!"

"Good. Your orders are to observe. Do not interfere unless it is strictly necessary. Understood?"

A nod from Ino was the only answer and Integra knew her orders were perfectly registered in the girls mind. With a nod of her own, the slightly older woman entered the limousine.

"Listen to me, and listen good Anderson. I want you to observe this new pet of Hellsing, find her weakness so that we can demolish those protestant bastards once and for all!" Oh, the joy, he was jubilating.

Enrico Maxwell, current archbishop and leader of Iscariot sipped form his Italian coffee, in a restaurant near Big Ben. "That protestant whore should be here any moment. Be sure not to make a mess."

"Aye, archbishop."

No sooner were his words spoken, that Integra's car arrived. The Hellsing leader emerged, as imposing as ever, a smaller, blond woman beside her.

That is Hellsing's new pet? A bit too small and frail to be dangerous, especially since Anderson said she's human....Could she be a Regenerator?

His thoughts were interrupted as Integra entered the restaurant. He stood up, giving her a mocking bow.

"Ah, Sir Integra, such a....pleasure to see you once more."

"Cut the bullshit Maxwell, why is it that you called me here? I don't believe it was only out of curiosity for my new soldier."

"Oh, but it is! Your new pet is mostly interesting." He eyed Ino once more, as if weighting her potential powers. Her weapons were odd, but he wasn't one to argue, however what intrigued him more was her face. Blank, not even a flicker of emotion traveled across her soft features.

Integra also watched Ino's response to the comment with intrigue. I must say, I am impressed. Even with her fiery attitude, she managed to keep her emotions in check.... If only all of my subordinates were like you...

Inside, Ino was in murder mood. Kusso!!! I'm no one's pet!!! Oh you little old bastard, I could break your neck and twist your bones in ways you could never imagine!! I could Katon your ass until your bones crumble to dust!! just give me one chance and you're out in the afterlife!!!

However, as pissed of as she was, her keen ninja scenes were still active; this was a mission after all. She quietly observed Anderson, never flinching under the absurdly tall man's insane gaze, all the while listening to the conversation between Sir Integra and the bastard.

"I appreciate the information you gave me, however I will never allow you Catholic filth come over and take over. Hellsing does not need help!"

Integra was positively livid. How dared he say that the Iscariot would be more competent in dealing with the Freak problem and Milenium?

"You ignorant protestant brat! You will regret those words and soon come begging in you knees for my help, you British whore!" His left eye twitched as a wide grin spread upon his face.

Suddenly, his heart seemed to skip a beat. He felt the coolness of metal on his throat, daring him to make a move.

What? When... did she move?

"You should watch your language, or you will have no tongue to speak with. A lady must be treated with respect." her voice was a low hiss, the foreign accent grazing his ear. "And tell your "pet" to lower his weapon or he will no longer have who to serve."

"Y-You..." his voice was strangled. "...you will not dare kill an archbishop! There would be a riot!"

"Ino, I'm afraid he is correct, put the weapon down." Although Integra would have loved to see the insulting catholic headless, he was right.

The blade stayed, drawing a thin line of blood from Maxwell's neck. "I don't care of your laws and I certainly don't care of your death. Be careful you filthy rat, cause I'll be the death of you."

She released him and discreetly placed a chakra tag at the back of his neck. The adrenaline before a fight rushed through her veins as she watched Anderson grip his bayonets tighter.

Come on big guy, make a move, make a move!

And he did.

Five deadly blades flew toward her at a subtle sign from the archbishop. They were fast, and he was close; it was impossible to dodge. They hit her square in the chest.

He had never ran they way he did right now, he never backed down from a fight. He enjoyed a good enemy with every fiber of his being, yet this was not the time to enjoy.

He ran, maybe for his life, maybe from excruciating pain, who knows, but what he knew for sure was that he had every reason to run. Even with his power, his speed, his strength, his brains....he wasn't a match for him. His eyes weren't of help. No, the Sharingan was useless against Uchiha Madara.

Fear. Yes, one could say fear was a prominent emotion in Sasuke's mind, but the more he analyzed his situation, the more he realized he had no reason to be afraid for himself. Konoha and Naruto were a different story.

He felt him as if he was breathing in his neck, hunting him like a predator hunts his prey, enjoying the chase.

I will die, at least I will die without giving him this satisfaction.

The prey stopped dead in it's tracks, the predator following suit. He waited, the feeling of death already creeping into his bones. As he turned, he didn't give the predator satisfaction; he didn't look frightened, he didn't beg, nor cry. The Uchiha pride, or maybe just his, kept him straight, face emotionless.

"Are you sitting there, just waiting for it to end, Sasuke?"

"Hn."

His laugh echoed in the dark hall. He was.... amused?

"You really think you would get away that easily? Foolish little boy, betrayal has a high price, and you betrayed the worst person ever."

That was it. He couldn't move, couldn't use any jutsu to escape.

Soon he found himself in a small cell, waiting for death to finally creep into his soul.

I'm sorry Naruto, I've failed you once more.

Anderson's laugh echoed in the small restaurant like bells in a church. He watched with glee as the blades pierced her frail body, the sound of slashed flesh sounding like symphony to his ears.

"I am God's representative. Earthly agent of divine punishment. My mission is to destroy down to the last wee bit of you fools who would oppose our God." His grin threatened to rip his face in two as he watched with greedy eyes how her body fell on the floor. "How patheti.." a searing pain halted his words.

He could feel various metal objects in his back. With the tip of his eye he saw her long blond hair.

How did she.... He quickly looked at her fallen body only to see one of the restaurant's tables with bayonets piercing it.

For a moment, confusion took over Anderson and that allowed Ino to quickly take Integra out of the restaurant and move the battle ground on the restaurant's roof. She quickly calculated her chances and her enemies potential.

I'll be cool if I play it cool.

Integra could only watch the impending fight. "Ino, I order you to stand down!" she watched as the blond ninja smiled in her usual sweet way, waving her in a dismissive way.

"Ne, have no worry Sir. I know my mission well, and my mission is to protect you. I assure you this little detour won't hinder it." She didn't pay anymore attention to what she said afterwards.

Her enemy decided to appear.

What should I use? She observed his moves, his agility and speed. Ninjutsu?... no, it's too messy. Weapons?...no, he regenerates at an abnormal state an possesses an equal abnormal amount of those bayonets. So what will it be?

Anderson prepared to strike. His stance was a bit stiff, blades poised in each hand, crazy grin never leaving his face. The resemblance with Alucard amazes me, and damn it's frightening!

She quickly drew her sword and used the momentum to take him off balance. A slash across his chest assured a splash of blood, the stab that followed aimed his kidneys.

Did I get him?

Ino watched as the priest crouched in pain and didn't think twice before attacking again. As expected, he responded her blows with his own, making they're fight seem a fury of blurs and sword clashes.

The nodachi in her left hand collided once more with one of his blades while the kunai in her right hand was busy with another holly blade. She held a deep frown, he had a huge grin. None of them were hurt yet. Anderson because he merely regenerated, Ino because she had been careful. Her chakra reserves weren't exactly at their best and her old wound bothered her with every move so she had to be very careful.

"Ye girl are very interesting. Ye're not a vampire, what are ye? Demon?"

Despite herself, Ino found herself chuckling at the man's stupidity. "You are too narrow minded for me to try and explain anything, priest!"

His gaze darkened. "Then you'll have to show me yourself, demon!" He jumped back and launched two bayonets toward her.

"Hmph, oldest trick in the book!" she dodged the first two, expecting another one to come, meant to take her by surprise. Indeed it came; seemingly out of nowhere, a blade headed toward her. She dodged easily and took a step back.

He just stood there.

Everything happened in a matter of seconds. Realization dawned upon her as she pumped half her chakra in the effort. She moved with speed that couldn't be registered by the human eye. She saw it, the blade that headed straight to Integra's neck; sharp, deadly. She jumped, pushed her aside, but the blade slashed her nonetheless. Thank Kami-sama she's OK!!

Pain hit her as it always did; the wound was deep enough to make a small blood dripping gash across her back.

It's like I'm a trouble magnet... damn it hurts!

He found himself in something that looked like a catholic church. It had to be a dream, for the great No Life King had no place in a Catholic church.

What is going on? A dream? I don't dream, I have never dreamed since hundred and hundred of years ago, why would I dream now?

Suddenly, a scream erupted in the silence of the church. He knew well that scream, the scream of a person in agony, of someone who feels pain through every fiber of their being, wishing for it to end, and in the end begging for it.

This gets interesting....

He followed the source of the scream and saw it lead to some sort of dungeon beneath the church. Again, the same agonized scream this time followed by a streaming of unintelligible words.

It seems familiar.... yet where have I heard it before? The necessary information seemed to slip his mind, so he continued to step toward the torture room. Where have I...

"Ino." His eyes widened, shock evident on his features.

He knew it was her because of her blood, the smell of her delicious blood. But what his eyes saw gave him a bitter taste.

Her already pale face was as white as marble, her blond hair crimson with blood; her blood. Her wrists were bound above her head with shakes, feet bound to the floor. There was blood everywhere and as Alucard took a few steps forward he managed to see every wound on her body, every purple bruise that indicated one hell of a torture. Her back was slashed to ribbons, revealing damaged ribs, as for the rest of her body... it was hard to tell what they didn't do to her. However, nothing enraged him more than what he saw next. A trail of blood ran from between her legs; he used his heightened smell, but it did nothing to calm his nerves, only enraged him beyond comprehension.

No one does something like this without paying! No one touches her in that way without answering TO ME!!!!!!

He woke up growling. "A dream? Strange, I do not dream..." Only then he realized that he had been holding his breath.

As he began to ventilate his dead lungs, the No Life King picked up a smell that made his stomach clench.

"Blood. Her blood."

The thought of healing the wound crossed Ino's mind for a second.

I can live with it for now, I need my chakra for something better. Attacking him head-on will never work with this guy, so ninjutsu is out of the question.

She flexed her hands, thinking of a way to get Integra to safety.

Integra-sama's safety comes first. What to do... what to do?

She searched her brain, remembering every jutsu she knew. Then it clicked.

Genjutsu!!

It became a matter of seconds before she found the perfect genjutsu for this occasion.

I'll just have to keep him busy until it takes effect.

A blur of hand singes followed, making Anderson cock his head from side to side. He had no idea what the little demoness planed on doing, but he didn't care. She was wounded and out of energy. In other words, in Anderson's language, as good as dead.

Ino finished with a tiger seal and whispered: "Nehan Shōja no Jutsu."

This better do it.

A veil of white feathers clouded Anderson's vision, allowing Ino to shower the priest with a rain of senbon. He didn't even doge.

Pain burned from every part of his body. "What devilish spell did you make?"

A dark portal announced his arrival; the arrival of a true Nosferatu. His eyes were burning coals, searching in distress.

He saw his master look at him questioningly but decided to ignore it for now; he had more pressing matters to attend.

His eyes found her quickly. She looked tired, almost a bit too pale to be usual. And the blood.... the smell of her precious blood intoxicated his senses and clouded his judgment, making him want to abandon every form of self control.

Images of blond hair soaked with blood and a broke, bruised body filled his mind. The thought of her dead body and cooling blood no longer pumping through through her veins made him growl.

Slowly but surely, Anderson's vision became clouded. Through a veil of sleepiness he saw his arch enemy's red coat.

I must fight him!

In a desperate attempt to stay awake the paladin took a bayonet and aimed toward the vampire.

The weapon never reached it's target. The catholic priest fell to the floor. The last thing he heard before succumbing into a deep sleep was the booming voice of Integra Hellsing.

"Alucard!!" Integra's voice slashed the air, a promise of pain coating it. "Stand down!!" She watched as her more than dangerous servant placed the Jackal back in his coat.

"What were you thinking?" deep red eyes studied her in a scolding manner. "Do you have a dying wish to be captured and tortured to death, girl?"

First of all, she was shocked that the king of carnage himself dared to scold her on being careful. Beside that, she was more than appealed that he dared to question her strength once more. Blind fury clouded her vision; chakra began to swim at the surface of her skin, enveloping her form in a bluish aura. She was tensed as a bow, ready to spring anytime; all she needed was a trigger.

"Answer me you lowly human!"

The chakra infused punch broke his jaw in more pieces he could ever count.

"How dare you? How dare you question my power and my decisions? You mindless overgrown bat, how dare you??"

A few seconds passed before before the vampire turned to look at her. With blinding speed her grabbed her hands, slamming her back on the nearest wall. His grin was stretched to it's maximum, the rows of sharp, deadly teeth gleaming in the faint sunlight.

Integra watched with panic as her "pet" was preparing to devour the girl for her insolence.

"Alucard, I command you to stop!" There was no response. She saw the marks on his gloves glow red, but the vampire made no move to follow her order.

"I could drain you dry, wretch your heart and feast on your hot blood while it still flows through your veins!"

Fear crossed her features for a few moments, making his grin grow wickeder. With the tip of her eye she saw Integra bubble in anger and thought: Is this how I die? Is this how my life as a shinobi ends? At the fangs of a predator, in a land that is not my own?...No, I refuse to die like this!

Angered by his lack of response, Integra iced her voice as much as she could, shouting with all the control she could muster. "Servant! As your Master, I command you to stand down!!"

The marks on his gloves glowed brighter, sending waves of excruciating pain to his body. He growled in frustration and let his hands fall by his side. He watched her for a moment, then turned toward his master.

"My master, I shall return to my sleep. Sunlight tires me." With a respectful bow he opened a dark portal and disappeared.

The ride back to the mansion seemed endless. Ino quickly healed her wound and decided not to look in Integra's eyes, afraid of the disappointment she was bound to find there.

Various thoughts plagued her overloaded brain. The most pressing one was related to the same predator that almost took her life. Flashbacks of the time he released her kept replaying inside her mind.

Once more, she saw him open the dark portal. However, what Integra didn't see was that her servant managed to take a bit of blood from her wound. He looked into her eyes while licking his blood coated fingers. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as he whispered inside her mind.

This sweetness might become addictive... We shall finish our conversation some other time, when no one is there to hold me back.

His words replayed inside her mind over and over again, making her feel more than uneasy. And, as if her day wasn't already doomed, the voice of her inner self began to boom in her ears.

Girl, stop pitying yourself like that! When have you become so weak as to look death in the eyes and do anything else but punch it's jaw? You're a shinobi, girl not a damsel in distress! Born to serve as a weapon, doomed to die without recognition, remember?

Strangely, the voice was right this time. Ever since she was a child, death had been a constant part of her life, looming at every corner. A shinobi was raised to never fear death, but embrace it. If death would ever catch up, it was a shinobi's duty to take as many as possible with him into the afterlife. So why fear it?

No, I will not fear it, I will look it in the eye and give it a piece of my mind!

That's the spirit!! roared the voice.

Night almost fell upon England's skies as Integra's car parked outside the Hellsing manor. Ino quickly got out, intending to take a hot shower as soon as possible. "I apologize sir Integra, but I must hurry. I must remove the stench of Catholic priest or I might die from the foul smell."

A rare smile appeared on the woman's face. "Do so. And Ino...next time you shall he highly punished if you ever cross my orders."

"Yes Integra-sama." The girl bowed in respect. When she rose, she saw a questioning look on her leader's features. "Ummm... in my land, the -sama suffix shows great respect toward a person. Actually it's equivalent to sir."

The woman gave a nod of understatement and dismissed her.

As soon as she reached her room, Ino's senses prickled. Someone is here. She quickly took a kunai from her pouch and fell in a battle stance, senses extended to their maximum. "Come out! I know you're here!"

"Very clever..." that voice could only belong to one man. "...Blondie."

A/N: First of all, Nehan Shōja no Jutsu= temple of Nirvana technique. it was used by Kabuto in the anime. it's a type of genjutsu that makes perople fall asleep. the downfall is that it takes a while to take effect.

I hope you liked the chapter and I'm working on updating a new one as soon as possible.