A Naruto FanFiction: BITE | Chapter 1

Summary :
"Do you believe in vampire? No, it's a shame, if I were you I would think twice about it." / Brawal of Naruto's attempt to impersonate his deceased sister Naruko in order to fool the insurance, meet Sasuke with all the consequences. / Can Naruto survive his new 'world'? Check it by your self:)

Warning: Shonen Ai. OOC. Different settings.

Rate: K, will progress to M (maybe) if it goes.

Naruto by Kishimoto-senpai

A / N: Should I say that I'm a new author? A statement that invites flamer I think. But yeah, let's just ignore that for a moment. Then, please enjoy this fic!

#BITE: Chapter One #

There are many kinds of beings in this world. Do you believe that vampires exist? No? unfortunately, in my world they really exist.

I do not blame you if you do not believe me, at first I'm also not convinced even argue outright that the 'blood-sucking creature' is really wandering out there. The only blood-sucking creature I know is a bat, and I know they're not vampires that people are referring to, well, even though there's one of them called vampire bats, but that does not mean they're the vampires themselves.

Are you really sure you do not believe in a human-like creature that sucks human blood? If I were you I would think back to that, since I'm not a contra member of the vampire's sake, I want to warn you.

The reason why I now believe is because I meet directly with one of 'them', a very classic reason, well I know, but that's what happens most often and is the biggest cause of someone believing is not it? If you really have seen it with your own eyes then the smartest option to take is to trust it. And I not only watched it with my own eyes, but with my whole body.

0l ======= * Prolog * ======= l0

"The insurance agent will not realize it, trust me Naruto!" My mother convinced me for the umpteenth time that night. Her long red hair with our queen-colored Victorian dress with red-colored lace also made her appear burning in front of the burning fireplace. Her hair was twisted upward into a mound that she called 'snail conch' making it even more like a blazing torch.

I rolled my eyes and turned sideways lazily, "Mom, is there no other choice?"

My mother, Kushina, wiggled her index finger in front of my face, gesturing for the word 'no', "No, Naruto, this is the only best way.Have a little respect for your late sister.didn't you help her to help our family? as her last request. "

Turning to the father sitting beside the fireplace gave no answer to my question about any other way to get out of it. My sister, or rather my twin sister Naruko, had just passed away two weeks ago from a respiratory complication, at least that's what the big-breasted doctor Tsunade had told us. News of his death has not been spread, oh well not spread. Too much to spend on his funeral party. We could not afford to feed the hungry mouths who donated their tears to my sister. So Naruko was buried very simply, as soon as possible even before the ugly frogs who each night stopped by the private home of the sister realized that the girl who often gave him cockroaches to eat was no longer in his house.

My sister has health insurance for herself and the amount is huge. I do not even know things like saving to warrant us for the pain it is in today, and why is Naruko so reckless not to use the insurance for death guarantees only? If it hurts, my grandfather friend Jiraya, the blonde grandmother, can treat us for free, even if Jiraya's grandfather had to beg him, right? What was she really thinking? Now we have to be as smart as possible to trick the insurance guy into giving us money on the grounds of his treatment. If until the clerk with a frizzy mustache smell the sister body's corpse then the money suitcases that can be on the stamp 'scorched' by the insurance company. My mom can be crazy if and if my mother is crazy then my father Minato Namikaze will only be able to close my eyes and ears when Tsunade's grandmother decides to 'shoot dead' for mother as the best treatment for her suffering. Ruined my family.

Right now the best solution, according to the mother, and being answered by the paternal grandfather, as well as the grandfather's fourth thumbs up, is that I'm disguised as my sister Naruko. My biggest problem, which apparently is not too big for my family, is I'm a man! My face resembles Naruko, for sure. My voice is not too heavy like other teenage men my age, okay. My body does not contain enough of the typical male muscles, slim enough to use a corset and become a woman, okay. But for God's sake, do I want my pride? Being a sissy is not my goal! I'm not even willing to dream! Damn it!

"I do not think there's any harm in sacrificing a little, Naruto, we're in a crisis right now.You will not long disguise as your sister, Daddy promises."

"I do not care! It's not my father who will use that umbrella skirt! So stop acting like daddy know how I feel now!", I yelled angrily. Too rough, I know. But I really like being made a clown and being humiliated now. Where's the mourning atmosphere in this family? Someone just died know!

I ran upstairs, leaving the family room still buzzing about the next step, the dress I was going to use, the attitude I had to show, as if I had agreed to the deal. How selfish they are!

The morning at ten o'clock rushed right through my white window curtain and fell right in my face, forcing me to get up, yawn, get up, and realize how messy my room was. Leather shoes lying improperly at the foot of the closed bedroom door, I remember throwing it down loudly last night when I heard my mother discussing whether I should use Naruko's beauty tools to better convince the insurance officer or not, my sleeveless suit lying on the desk, cover the pile of religious books underneath, do I also have to throw it away? Women are forbidden to read it today is not it? Then my innocent mattress, all the cushions and the cream-colored blankets I blew out of my mind to wreak my emotions last night. Very messy. Oh, and my trash can also scatter its contents. Scrubs of bread and pencils and scattered pieces of paper. It takes more than sweat and complains to clean it up, I thought. I need a shower for starters.

"Sit down, Naruto! Mother make your favorite roast beef", a warm welcome in the morning when I go into the dining room. Grilled meat in the morning like this? Is this a bribe? Mother is more than a sly fox now. I do not even see the face of mourning there anymore.

After a filling morning ritual, until I had to open some buttons on my shirt and pants because of it, Mom handed me a piece of paper. "What's this? Bon?" I asked with a heavy breath, my stomach was full.

"Letter from the insurance company Naruko, your late brother, was late paying one of his regular dues, it was a notice."

"Then?"

"You must immediately disguise being your sister and take all the money she keeps on the insurance company, only Naruko can deal with them, so please, Naru"

"Can it be like that?"

"Can." My mother assured me. "If not, your father will guarantee that there is an insider who will launch everything." Mother answered, she did not seem to see this letter as the source of her panic, but as a tool for me to have no choice but to accept her crazy idea. Why should he be so excited about this?

Do I have to agree now?

0l ======= * Blame * ======= l0

I have no other choice.

How unlucky my life. I'm sorry, kak, but today I really feel sorry for being born with you.

My saphir eyes followed the antique wooden building in front of me. Starting from where he touched the ground, to the second floor to his pointy gaze. Just like me, Naruko also likes the color of beige and orange, looks beautiful to be used as the paint of the majority of this house. The columns are dark orange and the walls are cream colored. The red rose thrives on the fence of the house, leaving a two-meter empty area in the middle for a small staircase that leads upward toward the front door of the rounded house.

The funny sensation I felt when I first used the spun round dial was not enough to distract me from the sense of awe with the atmosphere inside. I can not describe it with the pretty words from the syllables I have. So antique, the cabinets are filled with porcelain shapes. A pot of tea with cups I'm sure there are dozens of sets here. The plates with the carvings are nonexistent. Antique paintings. The red carpet is thick and warm in almost the entire room. And of course the big bed on the second floor.

I have to admit this house is amazing. I regretted that I was more concerned about my sense of gens, because I did not want to look too girly if I wandered around my brother, until I had not seen the contents of this house at all since my sister's house, so much has been manually renovated here and there, especially the furniture. This house is our grandmother's legacy to me, me and Naruko, but I refuse because Naruko looks more obsessed with the house than I am. Who wants to live in that big house alone when you still have a comfortable parent's home and can fill your stomach with roast beef every day without having to try too hard?

Upon arriving at the scented main room I threw myself on her back. So comfortable, softer than my own mattress, but is not that what I have become?

I move uncomfortably, tilting my body left and right several times until I decide to open this big dress. His corset is killing me! I have to take it off right now!

But wait a minute, I just remembered that mom did not put one of my shirts and trousers in this big suitcase. "AGGHHHHH! Damn it!" I'm frustrated, do I have to wear women's clothes during my stay here?

I got up to the big mirror in the corner of the room. Notice the figure that is now in front of me. I really like to see Naruko real. I spun a little, looking at how the undersides of the skirt, because there was a buffer like an umbrella in it, it rocked in the direction of my motion slowly. Blue lace-colored dress. Naruko love the blue color. He says that color is the most similar among us. Our hair was both blond, but Naruko had long hair while I was just a neck, and even then at wet, made me forced to use a wig to imitate it. Our body is definitely not the same, she's a woman and I'm a man. Only our eyes, the color, are all blue with almost no difference at all, I do not need to outsmart my eyelashes to look like Naruko, my eyelashes are already like hers. Our blue eyes, the reason why he likes blue, reminds us of each other.

It was late afternoon, the sky changed orange, my stomach was hungry. Now I live alone and cooking is not my hobby. I have to get food in this village before late at night.

As well as visiting the heritage house, I also hardly ever get around in this village. The distance is too far into the forest to play the game when I'm free at Mother's.

The atmosphere is not too different and not much disturbance and strange people hanging around like in my home village. Except for the drunkards (sorority) and the very few beggars roaming the streets to the center of the village, I do not think they are strange or disturbing. The only reason I think they're a hassle is when I realize I'm dressed up in a lonely street now. But anyway I'm originally a man, and they have to think a thousand times before attacking me.

I went into a diner that looked pretty crowded and had started turning on the light before dark. It was too crowded and rowdy from the outside until I finally went inside and realized this place was not just a food stall but also a liquor bar, so some of the drunkards earlier came from here?

Very many brew, dirty and smelly men at the bar table. Starting from a very drunk, half drunk to the new one drank his first beer glass that afternoon. This house is divided into two parts inside. Very chaotic to the left of the twenty-fifty-square-square building. While in the right area the room is lined with tables and chairs of the same material in the bar beverage area, only there filled with starving people instead of looking for fireflies.

I do not like to be beautiful, even if it is. My skin is tan with three fine lines on my cheeks, my birthmark. Blond hair is a stark contrast to my face and my eyes are as beautiful as the morning sky. I was more than conscious of how conspicuous I was if I kept the blue dress out of the house, so before I left I had to replace it with a light brown overalls dress with a rope that made a knot in the back as my choice and without an umbrella frame in it, this simpler. I have also opened my corset in case I will eat a lot.

I took a seat near the small bar table where the food was ordered. Order some food and then wait for it to be served soon. While waiting for me, I walked the whole room with my eyes, because I sat facing the left area of ​​the room so all I could enjoy was the slobs of drunken people over there, hoping afterwards I would not lose my appetite. Ah, I do not have to worry about that. Until now I have not found a reason why my appetite should be lost. Not yet.

This place is not deserted for women. In the serving area of ​​food other than waiters and cooks there are some women who also come to buy and eat here. Either out of cooking at home or being treated by her lover. Some of them are pretty and filled so well I'm not so flashy, nice, I can eat calmly. But by the way why did not I see the 'comforter lady' in the drinks bar section? It's less if you can drink your money without a girl or some pretty girl curling around in your arms no matter how rotten you are. I decided to ignore it this time.

After eating, I leaned back in my chair, resting my full stomach. The food in this place is very delicious, I almost forgot to stop eating. "Ahh ~ this is the moment where the overalls are finally useful." I mumble with pleasure.

The waiter came over to my desk to clear the leftovers on the table, even if there was one left. The waiter had time to shudder to see me, has never seen the stomach stretched because of glut Do you think women's stomachs are elastic, huh?

"Hey, can you ask me?" I said as the middle-aged woman was making a mountain from a pile of plates and bowls on her wooden tray.

"What?" he replied

"Why are not there entertainers there? You know, woman?" I asked, shouting my head across the room.

"Why would you want to apply for the job?" I suggest not to try this village, although it is not religious and dilapidated, but it has not had a single bitch of a woman since .. "he hung.

"Since .." I replied in the final tone of his sentence.

He started to close his big mouth to my ear, whispered, "It's a public secret why there is no female entertainer in this village.Two years ago a man came and killed all the prostitutes in this village.For a year he continued to kill like exterminating pests If anything comes back after so long, then the man will come back and chase after him. " The woman glanced briefly toward the crowd making sure no one listened to what she said and whispered back to me. "It's just between us, I'm pretty sure the 'man' is from London, you know, Jack The Ripper, a cold-blooded killer who just killed a whore."

"Jack the Ripper?" I asked uncertainly, this must be a joke, London is very, very, and very far from here. Why would a psycho like him come all the way to leave London full of prostitutes who will not kill him? Does he have a mission to kill all prostitutes on earth?

"But how to kill JTR here is different.He does not mutilate the victim, but tears it out, takes out his stomach and sucks his blood, and some say JTR is a vampire here." Connect the dingy woman beside me. He then straightens his back and looks satisfied with what he is telling.

"I recognize you.You seem to have just come out of your big house, lady, are you bored in there and intend to get some entertainment?" he asked then with a flirtatious smile, I think he was trying to change the situation so I did not really think about what he said.

"Well, yeah, I'm not cooking myself so I'm trying to find a place to eat, just to taste the culinary here." I replied a little stiff, maybe because I was stuffed, not because I was afraid after hearing the story. No, I'm not afraid of that.

"Is not it too risky to walk alone when it's dark?"

I got up from my chair, ready to go home, "No, as long as I'm a good lady."

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