naruto[AU] /title-less? eee/

A soft, muted chuckle rang out, reverberating off of the high, city walls. The flash of a shadow; quick, scampering footsteps...Until, illuminated by a flickering streetlamp, appeared an awkwardly large, long legged fox, baring sharp white teeth in a mischievous smile. It's coat shone a bright red-orange, practically glowing from the bright city lights. It lifted its nose towards the sky, seemingly searching for something...finding nothing but a dim, lone star, everything but the moon washed out by the overbearing florescent beams. It, or rather, he, inhaled deeply, letting the mish-mash of scents pour into his nostrils. Ah, the familiar and unfamiliar smells of Tokyo, some peculiar, others exciting, all whimsically nostalgic. They signaled the start of a new, warm night, perfect for..well, mischief.
His name was Uzumaki Naruto, more kitsune than human, spending most of his time sulking around in trash piles and terrorizing the ramen stand.
...Which was just what he was about to do.
He slunk, snake-like, into the shadows, where a strange "ongg!" sound could be heard. White, smokey tendrils curled up and out of the blackness. A passerby stopped and stared, wondering what the hell that stuff was, when a much larger shape emerged, grinning vapidly from ear to ear.
"Hi there!"
He was a yellow-headed, tousle-haired young man now, wearing a black t-shirt and worn, orange, fingerless gloves. His pants were also a vibrant shade of orange, skinny jeans so torn and frayed they were hardly pants anymore. A pair of black Chuck Taylor's clung shabbily to his feet, the laces untied and dragging like limp noodles across the pavement.
The passerby was startled, saying nothing. She noted the cigarette in Uzumaki's hand. Astonished it could produce that much smoke, but more inclined to avoid the situation entirely, the woman shirked away from Naruto and disappeared down the street.
"Huh..." He grumped, shrugging, taking another long huff of his smoke, before heading down the street after her in the direction of ramen. He licked his sharp canines and smacked his lips at the thought of those warm, delicious noodles...the meat, the chives...mmmmmm.
For most, not having money would have been a problem. Not for Uzumaki Naruto. Foxes were often revered in Japan, and he used his shape-shifting talents to instill fear in the humans. This method was frequently successful.
The spry 19 year old approached the stand where he was greeted like any regular customer. He placed an order, and when it was delivered to him he slurped animatedly through it. He ordered another. Another. Another, and another, until a stack of bowls about two feet high teetered on the counter next to him. The ramen-stand owner was elated. Naruto was elated. All this delicious ramen, free!
"So..." The old man turned to the boy, who was grinning wolfishly. Just as he was about to hand Naruto the receipt for the pricey meal he had just eaten... "ongggg!"
Standing on the counter amidst a pile of now-broken bowls was the frightening demon fox. Several tails sprung from its' rear, writhing like bitter tongues. The old man screamed, others eating at the ramen stand fled shrieking. Chairs were overturned and broken, dishes smashed...Even the sign fell down. Once the coast was clear, the fox hopped behind the counter and devoured everything. Naruto found himself very sleepy after his meal was finally finished, and it had started to rain. Under the protection of the disheveled ramen stand, he fell asleep, now a snoring, golden-haired, (whiskered?) boy in a pile of squashed leaks.

Tokyo was one of a few places in the world that seemed to have a busier night life than during the day. Not by much, but there was always something happening in the huge city. It was full of lights, sounds, smells, and people. These people seemed to live their life unaware of many things. Those things that went 'bump in the night' were not only for movies. There were many who wished those creatures would have stayed on the silver screen, because they either had an encounter with a creature of the night and ended up dead or in the hospital's psych ward, and highly medicated for the rest of their life.

Dead was a relative term, though. Uchiha Sasuke knew that very well.

Yes, he was dead...to an extent. That was where the relativity came into play. You see, Sasuke had died at nineteen years old…ten years ago, and he was still walking around. Now there were stipulations to this ‘miracle’: He was a vampire. Yes, a vampire, a nosferatu, a blood sucker, or whatever you wanted to call him it didn’t change what he was. How he got thrust into this life was one of the only reasons he kept on waking night after night to feed on the blood of the numerous humans in Tokyo. He had a reason to live, but he rarely ever told what that reason was. It was evident that this ‘young’ man held many secrets behind his dark eyes.

He was an attractive young man which made his meals easier to come by. Sasuke’s appearance was not too outstanding other than how his skin was a tad paler than a normal person’s, or the fact that he looked like the color black had been created for him. He was currently wearing a pair of faded denim jeans, black shoes, a white t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. He’d had that leather jacket for years, and wasn’t about to get rid of it. It had gone out of style and back in again, so that made it alright to wear it, right? His hair was raven colored which almost looked too dark against his skin, and the cut framed his face in the front but was short in the back and seemed to stick up without the help of gel. He had a long neck, but not out of proportion to the rest of his body. He was tall and thin, but also had an athletic build. Sasuke’s expression made him look like he couldn’t care less about the rest of the world, but strangely enough that seemed to attract some women to himself. Sure, it was annoying a lot of time, but it also made for an easier meal because he didn’t have to try too hard.

He’d already fed about a half an hour ago, so now he was simply wandering the streets. Sasuke still enjoyed walking the streets at night. He could hardly remember what things looked like during the day, but he had always preferred the night to begin with. He couldn’t really place why, though. While still contemplating his little undead life, Sasuke was nearly knocked over by a man who was nearly hysterical with fear.

“DEMON!”

Well, that was different. Sasuke looked ahead a little and could hear some sort of chaos going on ahead. Sure, he was curious. He couldn’t help it. It didn’t help that he could sense that whatever it was had an aura that screamed unnatural. The young vampire moved with a purpose, and paused a moment just outside the ramen stand as it started to rain. He crossed the street and looked inside before quirking an eyebrow upwards at the young man laying on the floor. This was the source of the hysteria?

Sasuke was not impressed.

ooc; gah! sorry college just started up again and i haven't been able to be very active! i would answer this right now but i have to sleep because i have class at 8 AM. jkgbsdkhnlkdhnh
we will continue this tomorrow though. sorry friend D;

ooc: whenever you get to it is fine. :3