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Odontophobia	By : Mishka00 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1096 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Odontophobia
- 2-of hunger and mnemonic affiliations
- 1
- 2
I do not own naruto or the characters.....i do not make any profit from this story...

QUOTE: the poem used in the beginning of this story is by the writer Aryan Kaganof. i do not own it and all credit goes to him. i made no profit.

Odontophobia
chapter 1

I'm sitting at the bar when

In walks this guy with a slit throat

Bleeding like you can't believe

He pulls up the stool next to mine

Orders a double Jameson

Barman says to him

"Why aren't you dead yet?"

He grins

"I'm not the dying type."

I walked through the streets, careful to keep it slow. I couldn't be alarming humans so carelessly. No matter how bothersome it was moving at their speed.
I could still feel my latest meal sloshing in my stomach, reminding me that I was not the thing I pretended to be. I was a predator and they were my prey.
The people who walk around now, unaware of the danger lurking before them. They don't walk too closely to me. Their subconsciousness ensures me of that, at least. They don't understand why they fear me. They just know that they do. It is evident in their wide eyes as they gaze at me. What I realize as evidence of the monster I am, they see as gracefulness and unrequited mystery.
Humans were easily drawn by this, which was why my kind are reproducing at an alarming rate. Humans were just too easy to hunt, plain and simple. Which leads to more 'births'. Their subconsciousness kept them at a safe distance but helped nothing with the scent they gave off. It did nothing to keep their blood from flowing in such a disgusting, enticing way. But, I was getting ahead of myself.
The monster inside me, telling me minutely to slaughter any human that looked appealing enough, was reminding me of how it would feel to feed at anytime I wished. I could remember clearly how, in the past, I had bled a human each day. I had satiated my thirst with any woman I had wished for, simply because it was that simple. And I remembered the strength it gave me as well...
Even now, while still strong and full from my last meal just days ago, the monster I hadn't bothered to name yet whispered like a light, beguiling breeze in my ear. The vulnerable woman bowing low before me, the hair at the nape of her neck parting to show a sliver of pale- almost pure white skin. Apparently, she had bumped into me in the crowded street. I hadn't noticed, of course.
I tried to ignore the tantalizing things spurted into my mind. The monster's thoughts tried their best to smother me, informing me of hundreds of ways that I could bring her to her knees at my feet. How simple it would be to lean in, pretending to plant a kiss on her neck, and bite lightly into the soft, thin flesh there. She would undoubtedly allow it.
I could see it in her eyes, what she was thinking. She was wondering what was wrong with me. Why I was standing there, gently stroking her fragile neck. She didn't push the hand away. They never did. Though, I am positive she could feel the coldness emanating from my skin. Her cheeks were flushed scarlet. My inner beast rejoiced.
I leaned in slowly and her pulse pounded beneath my palm. It surprised me when she lifted her face to mine, expecting a kiss. How foolish. I wanted to laugh.
Such a silly think for a woman to anticipate. A beautiful stranger coming to kiss you lovingly in a crowded street. Humans were so thickle, generic. I was not the kind of thing she would want to kiss, were she to learn what I really was. Nor should she be so keen and open to my kind of 'kiss'.
When I was finally level with her small featured face, I swiftly removed my hand and ducked my head below her jaw, latching my lips to her. She gasped, of course, too bewildered to fight back. Beauty did that to humans. We were traumatizingly lovely in their eyes.
Nobody perceived us. Nobody turned their busy little heads to notice the woman being used and killed before them, suddenly busy in their own petty lives and thoughts. It was still dark, though. Perhaps a human's sight wasn't strong enough to realize, even with the faint light of the red lanterns scaling the roof's bausters nearby.
I quickly became bored with the woman, the thrill waring off all too soon, and left her to drop in the street.
I vacated the vicinity with enough speed that the humans' sight could not follow. My steps vibrated off the stone, leaky walls as I strolled through the alleyways towards the eastern side of town. It had only been one second since retreating. I held three fingers high in the air, bringing them down one at a time into my fist. I let out a pleased chuckle to hear the screams sing out as soon as I finished counting down. It was vain to be so pleased with myself. Just another sin in my arsenal. I wiped my mouth clean and placed my hand securely back into my pocket.
I didn't need to look to know I was spattered in blood. I could smell the cells shriveling as it dried to my cold skin, if that's what you could call it. Naruto, the "other one", would be pleased with me. Perhaps I would name my inner beast after him; Oturan, the backwards form of his name. After all, they were just alike.
The monster in me, feeding me murderous ideas in my mind. Naruto, encouraging the same ideas aloud. I could resist the blond idiot's persuasions when necessary. The monster- on the other hand- had never lost a battle. It seemed as if every word it uttered was a command I was forced by divine intervention, or fate, to obediently obey. A poison that lurked in my veins, coming out only when I wanted anything other than what it was offering. It didn't matter to me. If it wasn't for my delusional demon, I would have starved to death long ago.
Naruto would be pleased, indeed.
I didn't even need to say it aloud. As soon as I entered through the entry door, he bounded down the stairs. He could smell it on me.
A wide, menacing grin set his face as he welcomed me home with outstretched arms. I never took the welcome, it was always the same. This didn't change his mood at all, it seemed.
"Your return brings me great satisfaction. You went 'out to eat' I see. I rejoice. I had begun to worry." he closed his dejected welcome off and clasped his hands together in thoughtful reprove. His voice was soft, yet raspy with a fox-like kind of purr. "If you drank more, you might begin to fill out. You're looking quite lank as of yet."
I did not take any of his words or his scanning eyes as insults. Naruto could never remember any glimpse of his human life before he had been changed. It was natural that he would feel no sympathy towards the humans...though, he enjoyed the hunt a little more than was healthy or necessary. Unlike me, he was changed into what he had become. I was born into this curse. He enjoyed it. I despised it. He adored killing. I reveled in it as a pass time...
"Little brother, I'm touched by your concern for my health." I clarified, meeting his gaze- challenging him- a faint, cocky smile clinging at my lips. No, we were not brothers by blood. It was normal for our kind to form 'groups'. For the purpose of convenience at first but, almost always formed a family-like companionship in the time spent together. "But, perhaps you should be concerned more for your own. You still have not beaten me once in a duel." I was beginning to become irritated. This feeling always seemed to come while speaking to this one.
I knew that he hated it when I brought that up. He was never the kind akin to admitting his weaknesses. Not that he was weak. He was just not up to the task of fighting a pure blood, being a half breed. The boy also hated when I reminded him of how I was a century and a half older than he. I prepared myself for whatever unknown audio would spurt out of his mouth next. He was not really the type to pass up on a 'my demon is stronger that your demon' fight.
"It seems you can remember the name of every human or vampire you kill but, you purposefully forget my name just to toy with me." Naruto pouted. He never usually spoke so classically. He was closer in grammatical structure to the humans of this generation, he just liked to harass me and my old-century tongue.
"What a silly thing to accuse me of...little brother." I played along contritely, shifting to another foot. It was routine to do so. Being in the company of humans for so long, it had become a natural performance to fidget. Standing still for hours on end would only be too easy a clue for the humans. We didn't need another characteristic to set us apart from the fleshy things. "I simply like to remind you of your place. It is I who gives the orders here. Not you, I'm afraid." I meant nothing by this, but the blond was always one to jump to conclusions.
"What is this? Now you accuse me of betraying your trust?" He was feigning his accent again, copying my way of speaking. My placid demeanor aggravated him further. I could taste the bitter moment on the back of my tongue. The disrespect in this room was almost palpable.
"I do." I confessed. I did not quite mind when he flouted the rules. I just wished he would try to refrain himself from doing it so methodically. "The rules are clear. No humans are allowed in the chambers here, yet I smell the bodies you have bled and hidden in your room in my absence. I hope you don't plan on keeping them like the last time. The smell was horrid." My tone implied he not answer and I cringed my nose, remembering the aroma. This argument would go no further.
I began up the stairs, the blond bowing low to my retreating form. I detested when they did that...
"I won't keep them for long..." he called after me. I tuned out what more he said as I made my way to my chambers. The blond was always 'different' in his methods of hunting.
I found nothing interesting in keeping the bodies of my victims but, as long as he ridded himself of them before they began to rot, I did not mind what he- or the others for that matter- did in their free time.
Boredom was inevitable once in my chambers. This was when I wished I could sleep. I, only able to rest when weak from thirst, had the rest of the night ahead of me. It was only an hour or so, but all the same. Another hour wasted.
I changed my clothes and made my way to the seldom used bathroom. I began to remove the dried blood from my skin little by little, trying to take up as much time as I could. My reflection stared back at me throughout the process. It mocked me, following me with those never-aging eyes. I looked into them, afraid of what I would see. They followed my every move, attempting to bore into me. I stood there, still alive after all those centuries, seeing but not seeing. Living but dead. Maybe I was really in hell and wasn't informed. I waited for Lucifer to spit out of the ground and haul me away in scalding chains. Only to be disappointed when no such thing came into happening.
I was cleansed all too soon. I looked once more into the mirror. It felt as if nothing was real. Like when you stand in front of the mirror and say something over and over again and your head starts to feel light. Like you aren't breathing, but then you notice that you are breathing. You're breathing much too fast. And everything begins to slip away. And all you can see, then, is the wall behind you. Like you don't exist in anything but your imagination. You're just a silhouette in the florescent lighting, waiting for the wind to blow you away...
I wasn't making any sense, I realized. Perhaps I would enroll myself into the psyche ward...I had never been insane before, that I could remember; the thought intrigued me.
I blinked the thoughts away and stared blankly at my face, trying to see a hint of change since the last time I stood in that very spot.
Nothing.
There were no lines appearing around my eyes or mouth like human males. There was no hair loss. Nothing at all that helped me in my quest for difference.
All I could see, it seemed, was the same stone face that had walked the earth for hundreds of years. The same raven hair that hadn't grown an infinitesimal bit in this infernal existence. I had the same, fathomless eyes. Deep red. Red enough to look almost as black as my natural human color. This was the only thing that gave me solace in this clone of myself I was peering into. Though, if the light hit me right, the crimson was noticeable. If any humans asked- they were contacts. My jaw was still the same, hard line. Still strong. My nose was straight and positioned perfectly in the center-line of my face. It was almost as aristocratic as my father's.
I detested how perfectly it fit. The skin that caged me wasn't skin. My life wasn't a life. Without a soul, what was life? Nothing. To me, at least. If SHE heard me now, saw me now, she would chastise me for allowing these thoughts.
But, that wasn't possible...
I sighed lightly, not wanting the others to hear.
Once I left my chambers I bounded down the stairwell. Naruto, as always, was making an unneeded racket, rummaging through the kitchen drawers. "Hurry up, little brother- or we'll be late." I taunted. He hissed profanities towards me under his breath.
"I know I put it somewhere..." he grumbled over and over again.
The others rolled their eyes towards him in unison, as if it was scripted and practiced for me. I did not bother wasting my time asking the blond imbecile, so I tuned him out once again and transferred my attention to Neji who was fiddling with some human gadget.
"What has he lost this time?" I questioned, feigning interest. Naruto kept with his steady stream of curses in the background- feeling no shame in his crude behavior.
"His car keys. I suggested I drive but he insisted he would find them in time." Neji answered in his soft, always level tone..I envied him his patience. Envy. Yet another. I was getting better at this.
Shikamaru yawned loudly and plopped into the stool to the lavender eyed man's left. I never understood the pineapple haired boy's lethargy. He was never one to let himself weaken, so there was no plausible reason for him to be tired. Perhaps it was a habit from his human life, though so long ago...
"Aha!" Naruto yelled loudly, jingling a set of keys in his hand. He grinned triumphantly and spun them in a glimmer of silver through his fingers.
"Those aren't even car keys, Naruto." Shikamaru huffed.
Surely the blond was joking...nobody was this ignorant...but I let it be. I didn't pay him to think, obviously. I didn't pay him at all, actually...
The only reason Naruto started out in this coven was his endurance. And by endurance, I meant that he followed me around harassing me until I gave in and let him stay. Those five years were the worst...
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