Now I know what some of you are thinking: "Seriously SSJ3Kyuubi? ANOTHER R+V Crossover? Well the reason for this fic's creation was because I told a friend on deviantart (themasterofantics for those curious) I would do a fic based on his artwork. THAT was months ago (2 to be exact) BEFORE I started my other fics and I felt bad that I never got around to it.

So Without further ado Ladies and Gents, Here's the first chapter of the probably unoriginally titled Kryptonian+Vampire! Enjoy!

Prologue: An invite to Yokai

A bus could be heard driving through the streets of Japan, passing by young teens tending to their own business and rushing to their schools. Inside said bus, only two people sat inside: The first person was none other than the bus driver. The second person was a young man who was Fifteen. He was remarkably tall for his age, standing at 6'3. He had slightly wavy black hair and navy blue eyes and his attire consisted of a green school uniform. This boy was none other than Clark Kent.

Now how did the farm boy from Smallville, Kansas get enrolled in an academy located all the way in Japan? It all started like this…

1 month ago….

Clark had just left the market. His mother needed extra groceries for dinner, so he had no problem heading out and grabbing them. Besides, it gave him time to think. As of late, things had been very strange for him. The last three years of his life have been very big for him. He always knew that he was different from other kids: faster, and stronger, but when at age thirteen, after an incident where the school bus had driven off a highway and into the lake and he pulled it back to land, his father Jonathan Kent finally told him the truth; that he was an alien from a distant planet that arrived on the day of Smallville's famous Meteor shower, and then showed him the ship he came from, he knew his life would forever be changed.

Since then, his powers have grown as he has. He's developed even more abilities over the years along with his strength and speed. He now has the abilities of X-Ray vision and heat vision. These revelations and his abilities though were the least of his worries. When he entered high school, people with strange abilities have been popping up when he least expects them to. Turns out, these people were infected by the green meteor rocks that were the remnants of the Meteor shower, those very same rocks that for some unexplainable reason weakened Clark whenever he was around them.

Despite this obstacle, Clark has done well in stopping the meteor infected to protect his friends and family and as fortune would have it, things had finally quieted down in the last few months. Nothing out of the ordinary popped up with some crazy revenge scheme or some natural disaster in his home that he needed to stop. But now that he was alone to himself, Clark wondered that even now, with the meteor kids gone, could his life ever go back to normal? As he was walking back to his parent's red pickup truck, he was distracted by a man whose attire was that of a priest's was walking through the street, seemingly confused as he was looking around for something.

Being the good citizen he was, Clark walked over to the priest and asked: "Excuse me sir, is there something you're looking for?"

The stranger looked the Kryptonian right in his blue eyes for a few brief seconds and answered: "Why yes. I was wondering where you're local jewelry store is."

"Sure. It's down the street here. Right across the bank, you can't miss it." The teen informed. The cloaked man looked at Clark and with a smile that came off as more creepy than sincere thanked him before going on his way. As Clark made his way back to the truck, he saw two suspicious looking people going the same way the man was going. Looking very closely, he saw the black ski masks on both of these men's hand.

Sensing danger, the alien quickly put the groceries in the truck and quickly followed after the hoodlums.

XXX

Inside the store, the priest was looking at the jewels. The store owner looked at him and asked: "Is there something in particular you're looking for sir?"

He looked up and smiled: "Just looking around." Before anyone knew it, the door burst open and out came two men dressed in long brown jackets and black ski masks. One of them held a gun up to the old man while the other held a gun up to the jeweler. The one criminal with the gun pointed at the jeweler demanded: "Give me all the cash you've got."

The jeweler did as obliged and opened his register, grabbing all of his money. The other menace with the gun held up to the priest and said: "You too old man, give me your money."

The priest looked in confusion: "I'm sorry. I don't have anything to give."

"Don't bullshit me! I know you've got money! Now hand it here!"

"I hate to disappoint you, but there is nothing I have to offer you…"

The thug grinned sadistically. "Well, we're gonna have to do something about that…"

Clark, using his superhuman speed, had arrived to the front door of the store where everyone was currently occupied with the current situation to notice him. The farm boy had seen one of the hoodlums about to pull the trigger of his gun to kill the priest. While most saw the act of a person pulling the trigger of a gun as a very quick act, to Clark, it as fast as a snail moving thanks to his abilities. Thinking on his feet, the Kryptonian used his heat vision to melt the gun, rendering it useless.

"AH! The hell was that?!" The thug next to the older gentleman in the cloak screamed out as his gun heated up to ridiculous levels, before melting right in front, forcing him to drop it. Afterwards, what looked like to everyone in the store as a red and blue blur zipped around, resulting in the two criminals flying through across the store and hitting a wall before exiting the store.

The jeweler looked at the cloaked figure and asked him: "What on earth just happened?"

"Your guess is as good as mine…" Not too long after that statement, the jeweler quickly walked into the back room to call for the police. This was followed by Clark walking into the store. "Is everything alright?" He asked.

"Why yes. But how did you know we were in danger?"

"I…had seen those guys walking after you. They looked a little suspicious so I followed them and called the police." The teen explained.

"I see… you wouldn't happen to know what that red and blur that knocked these criminals out was, do you?" The stranger asked.

"Uh… a blur that knocked out the criminals? Are you sure you weren't seeing things sir?' A nervous Clark questioned. He had hoped that would be enough to convince the older man. There was a few seconds of silence that only made Clark nervous as he was starting to think the man wouldn't believe his story. Those fears were dashed away when the exorcist spoke.

"I suppose you might. I must say young man that took a lot of courage to call for help when you did."

"Is that Clark Kent I'm hearing?" The jeweler then came in the front of the counter and met the two. "That would explain why the police are already on their way."

"Mr. Johnson. I saw those guys try to rob your store. Is everything alright?" The young man asked.

"Yes. There was a slight scare with those two punks trying to rob this store, but luckily we still have our jewelry. Not to mention my most prized possession." Mr. Johnson reached under the counter and pulled out a small jewelry box. Opening it, he saw a ring with a green jewel on top of it.

"This ring was crafted from the meteor rocks in the Meteor shower that occurred sixteen years ago here in Smallville." Mr. Johnson explained.

The second that box was opened revealing the ring, Clark began to feel nauseous, like he was going to fall out any second now. No doubt this was a result of the meteor rocks. The stranger immediately took notice of how Clark was reacting to the ring.

"Excuse me… Clark was it? Are you alright?" He asked.

"Y…Yeah…I'm fine." The Kryptonian then began backing away from the jeweler and priest. "I-I need to get home." With that, he quickly backed out of the store and proceeded to head home

XXX

Later that day, the Kents were in their home enjoying the peace that came with watching the game after a nice long day of hard work on the farm. As the whistle for half-time was blown, the doorbell rang, catching their attention. The man of the house, Jonathan walked over to open the door. Once it was opened, it revealed the priest that Clark had helped earlier.

"Good afternoon. You're Jonathan Kent correct?" He asked, flashing the same unnerving smile he showed Clark earlier in the day.

"Why yes I am," The farmer answered. "And who might you be?"

"Forgive me for the sudden intrusion. My name is Tenmei Mikogami. Your son Clark helped me earlier today in something of a rough situation and I wanted to repay him for it."

Jonathan smiled hearing the good deed his son did. "Thanks for your kindness sir, but you don't have to pay him. If I taught my son anything, it's thatdoing the right thing is payment in itself."

"Oh no, I didn't plan on paying your son. What I have is an offer. If you don't mind, I'd like to come in and discuss it you the both of you, maybe his mother too if she's home." Tenmei said.

The head of the Kent family couldn't help but be a skeptic. A stranger dressed as a priest just popped up in his door talking about offers for his son. He made a quick glance outside and was quick to notice that there was no form of transportation outside of his truck. Did this man just walk all the way here?

Tenmei was more than quick to pick up on how easy the farmer was feeling about him at the moment, and made haste in trying to calm the man's nerves. 'I'm sure my sudden appearance and matter of attire is cause for some concern, Mr. Kent. But I assure you, I mean no harm to you or your family. I promise to take no more than five minutes of your time with my offer. If you'd rather not want to hear it, I can accept that and I'll take my leave."

Jonathan made sure to stare down the man in garbs for a few brief moments. He'd feel a little easier if he could look the man in his eyes, to get a better indication of his character, unfortunately due to his wardrobe, even that was out of the question.

"Jonathan!" A new voice, this one feminine, came from the kitchen. The woman exited the kitchen and in the living room, she saw her husband conversing with a strangely dressed man. "Is everything alright?" She asked.

Jonathan sighed, with nothing to go by but the man's word, he decided to take a chance. Looking back to where his wife stood, he explained: "Everything's alright Martha, this man here says he has an offer for Clark," The man's eyes focused right back to the priest in question and he said: "Right… please, come in. CLARK!" The farmer called for his son after he let the stranger in. After a few moments, the Kents and Tenmei were seated at the kitchen table right across from each other.

"Would you like anything to drink?" Martha, being the ever so kind host, offered.

"No thank you," Tenmei politely declined.

"So… Mr. Mikogami was it? What was your offer for our son?" The father asked wanting to get to the point immediately.

"Right. Before I do, let me say thank you once again for earlier Clark."

"It was no problem. I just did what anyone else would have." Clark spoke with modesty.

The older looking (The family was only making guesses. The wrinkles helped though.) "A sense of humbleness. You raised your son well Mr. and Mrs. Kent."

"Thank you, we couldn't be prouder of the man he's growing to be." Martha said, taking her son's hand in her own as she showed pride in her son. "Forgive me if it seems like I'm rushing Mr. Mikogami, but what did you want to discuss about with Clark?" She asked, more or less repeating her husband's question.

A low chuckle escaped Tenmei's throat."No, that's fine. I did promise to only take five minutes," he stated. With that, he cut right to the chase: "Mr. and Mrs. Kent, I am the Headmaster of a private school in Japan known as Yokai Academy. I would like for your son to become a student there."

The Kent family looked at the man and then each other in complete shock at the question. "Why Clark?" Jonathan was the one to ask the all important question.

"I have an eye for talent and potential Mr. Kent." Tenmei explained. "And in the short time that I met him I saw both in your son. The new school year is coming up in a little over a month and I'd like for him to be a part of it."

"But Clark's already in the middle of his semester here in Smallville High." Martha explained.

"I figured that Mrs. Kent and if I'm honest with you, if Clark were to attend my school, he'd basically start from scratch like all the other freshmen," Tenmei was quick to pick up on the husband and wife's reactions to, from what he's describing as, their son repeating a grade. He was quick to ease their concerns: "As I'm sure you're both aware, Japanese high school curriculum is much different than the one here in the states. While Clark will be a freshman in Yokai, by our curriculum, he'll actually be in the tenth grade. Not to mention Yokai's academics are some of the most advanced in Japan. I'm almost positive that they could present much more of a challenge than the ones he's taking in his current school; and if you're worried about the language barrier, I'll be sure to have a translator available for Clark."

"Even with that covered, there's still other expenses to cover: There's the plane ticket to Japan, food, and a place for him to stay." Clark's mother argued.

"Yokai has a dormitory and a dining hall that he can use and it won't cost a dime; and if you're worried about the plane ticket, I can cover that as well."

"You seem to have a lot of money if you can afford all that and still be willing to pay for our son's plane ticket," The skeptical Jonathan noted.

"I know it sounds very sketchy," The priest stated. "But I can assure you Yokai Academy is a legit school. One that my associates and myself have spent our entire lives building. You see, we wanted a school where people of...different races. Different walks of life could come together, learn from one another, and take what they learn and do good in the world. I simply want your son to be apart of that experience. Nothing more, nothing less."

Silence befell the Kent home for a good few minutes. Jonathan and Martha were looking at one another, unsure of just what to make of this situation. From the way he was speaking, the man seemed to be earnest in his words. But there was still this air about him that made it difficult to completely trust him.

While the two adults of the Kent family were pondering this situation Clark himself was growing excited with this news. This was exactly what he wanted: some time away from smallville, some time away from all the crazy that came from this little town of his. For just a couple of years, he could be a normal kid again. That dream was shattered when he heard his father's next words:

"I'm sorry Mr. Mikogami, but Clark is just fine where he is."

"What? But dad-"

"I see. Well it's a disappointment to hear that." The headmaster admitted after a brief pause to let the information sink. However, the man was somewhat determined in this case which was why he pulled a card out and handed it to the Kent family. "A month is a long time. If you all change your mind, here is my contact information. Thank you for your time" He then stood out of his chair and left the home.

"Dad! What was that?" The upset Kryptonian asked his father.

"Clark. Don't start. You know why this is a bad idea. What if an incident happens while you're at this academy and someone catches you using your abilities?" Jonathan questioned.

"Dad. Come on, I've been hiding my abilities my whole life. I've been doing a good job for the most part. I've only used them when absolutely necessary and that's when I have to help people."

"And what if you slip up? Even once? Son that's not a risk I'm not gonna let you take." Jonathan said.

"Dad-"

"This isn't up for discussion Clark. You're not going to that academy and that's final." After that, Clark walked out the kitchen and headed into his room.

XXX

Later that night Martha sat up in her bed pondering. This didn't go unnoticed by her husband. "Something bothering you Martha?" He asked.

The mother sighed before saying: "Do you think it was a good idea to just tell Clark no like that?"

"Martha, we already talked about this."

"No you talked about it and just ended the conversation." She said which earned her a sigh from her husband.

"Martha, you and I both saw the man. There was...something off about him. What if his offer is just something to steal Clark from us and do who knows what?" He questioned.

"Sometimes we just have to put our faith in people. Isn't that what we've always tried to teach Clark?" Hearing this caused Martha's husband to put on something of a scowl. "Jonathan I know you want to protect him. I do too, but Clark is fifteen. He can't stay cooped up in the farm forever. He's gonna want to get out and live like a normal kid."

"We both now that Clark…"

"Is not a normal kid. Yes Jonathan, I know that; and we both know that some day, Clark is going to change the world with what he can do. Which is why, for the time being, we should let him have as normal a life as he can, and let him do things without the threat of his secret getting out constantly looming over his head." With those words, she kissed her husband and lay down on the bed. "At least think about it." She told him.

Jonathan laid face up in his bed, stewing over the words his wife left him with, and thinking about his son. Clark was a special person, and not just for the extraordinary things he could do. After unsuccessful attempts at having a child of their own, the ship containing him crash landed near the road he and Martha were driving on their way back home one day. Martha immediately fell in love with the boy and they decided to take him in and raise them as there own. He was their miracle child; and when his abilities started developing, it amazed the man, but it also worried him. Aside from him and Martha, Jonathan could count on one hand the number of people that new the truth about Clark, and throughout his son's life, he tried his best to make sure it stayed that way out of fear over what would happen if word got out that his son had impervious skin and could shoot lasers from his eyes.

But it was that fear that may have hurt his son more than anything else. Because of Clark's abilities Jonathan kept him from doing a lot of things that a normal kid his age would want to partake in. While Clark seemed to understand why he did what he did, it didn't make the teen any happier to be kept away from doing things, and it certainly didn't make his father any less guiltier.

After thirty minutes and his wife had drifted off to sleep, he opened the drawer on his nightstand and pulled out the card Mikogami gave him. Maybe Martha was right. Clark was a good kid, and in keeping his secret, he missed out on a lot of opportunities. While he still didn't completely trust the priest, maybe he just needed to take a leap of faith in this instance; and if what the man was speaking was the truth, then he wouldn't deny his son of another opportunity.

With his mind made up, he left the room to make a phone call...

Two weeks later…

"Clark. Could you come here please?" The elder farmer asked. The young alien dropped the stack hay he was holding and proceeded to go see what his father wanted. "Yeah dad?" He asked. He then received a medium sized brown package.

"It's for you. Open it up." The Kryptonian did so and found a green blazer jacket followed by brown pants, a red tie, and other small accessories. He also found a giant pamphlet, most likely giving info on Yokai Academy with a note sticking to it that said: "We hope to see you in Yokai!"

"Wha…Dad how did you…"

"Your mother and I had a talk about it; and we both agreed that this was a great opportunity for you and that you deserved this."

With a bright smile, the dark haired young man walked over to both his parents and said: "Thanks you guys! You won't regret this."

"We better not. Here," Said Martha as she handed her son a guide book on how to speak Japanese. "You're gonna need a lot more than just this to study, but I figured it was a good start."

"Thanks, will do."

XXX

The weeks that followed were something of a roller coaster for young Clark. Between getting all his school files sent over to Japan, saying goodbye to friends, and all the studying he had to do be knowledgeable enough in Japanese culture (If there was ever a time he was thankful that he absorbed information like a sponge).

That wasn't even counting the tearful goodbye he got from his mother before he left for the airport and the one he received from his father right before boarding his plane. He was very thankful for the fact his dad got him a passport for his fifteenth birthday (when he told his dad about the profession he wanted to take up when he got older, Jonathan gave him one, just so he understood the process when his career really got going). Had he didn't, he probably wouldn't have been able to make the trip at all.

One thirteen hour flight later, Clark was able to spot the driver that would be taking him to Yokai Academy. An hour drive later, the bus had finally made it to its destination.

"Welcome to Yokai Academy. Watch your back out here." The bus driver warned the Kryptonian as he closed the bus door and drove off, leaving Clark to walk around the path on the way to find the school, wondering just why he'd tell him to watch his back. And then he entered the forest filled with dead trees and gravestones. If that dour sight was anything to go by, this school was NOTHING like Clark expected it to be. But inspite of that, everything seemed to be rather peaceful.

"AAH! Get out of the way!"

And there goes peaceful…

Prologue End

(8/28/17): And that's it for the prologue to this Ladies and Gentlemen, I hope you all enjoyed! If you're new to this story: Welcome! The first part of this AN won't really mean anything to you. If you've already been following this story then I hope you enjoyed this new and improved Prologue! I recently went back over this story and found my self more and more dissatisfied with the prologue. It was a bunch of little things in there that bugged me; and I've become a better writer in the last three years (At least that's what I tell myself) so I decided to come back and spruce it up!

By the way, if this story has piqued your interest, take a look at themasterofantics deviantart page, as he or she has their own Superman/RV Crossover Man of Steel+Vampire that's several chapters in. Especially considering that its basic ideas are what motivated me to write this story, it's worth looking at.

But everyone, that is all for now. I will catch you all in the next chapter of Kryptonian+Vampire!

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