Kixyuuketsuki Chapter 1: The Sound of a Heart, a naruto fanfic

(Forgive me any of my mistakes involving the Romanized Japanese I'm using!)

A/N-Okay, so I know I'm supposed to be working on updating my other stories, but this idea had sort of been coalescing in my brain for some time. Fear not though, I know I have a few readers waiting on Unflinching Loyalty (and if you're not, you should go read it! ^^) ha, it's good ol' KabuOro, Chapter 2 is almost done. Anyway, this came through my twisted head, an AU Sasuke/vampire dojinshi, and an awesome fic by Hina88 called Incubus.

Warning: Yaoi/Shonen-ai (later), language, most likely violence or gore (mostly blood), and some mild Uchihacest (Yay!! Go Uchiha's!! ^.^)

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Sasuke and Kishimoto-sensei have that priveledge! Also, Last Firstborn belongs to Klayton of Celldweller. I highly recommend you listen to it as the character does, it's a nice song.

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Kixyuuketsuki

Chapter 1: The Sound of a Heart

The song was one of his favorites, Last Firstborn, how ironic.

Oh man, I can't believe you did what they said you did,

And to this day I've still gotta say that in my mind I question it,

I wish,

I knew,

What you had meant before you went and left me wondering to just an echo of your voice,

('Listen...listen...listen...listen')

Ah, the woman's voice that vocalized alongside the man's was simply beautiful. He continued his broken thought from before, but the music continued to weave its way in and out of his soul.

Now I wait to take my turn to bleed,

Like a kid playing with a razorblade and wonder if I have the balls at all or am I gonna be afraid,

Where are you?

What do you think?

Cuz I'm not sure when knocking at death's door,

If I will be let in or left alone outside...

He walked down the street, steps swaying in time with the music blaring through the headphones. For any passerby he was probably an odd sight, dressed in his usual but melancholy garb (or so he was told, to which he usually responded to with a charming roll of his eyes, which really was more like him lifting his eyes heavenward as if to ask 'why?').

I hear the sound of a heart,

From the shadow in the dark,

Waiting for the poison to hit its mark,

(Listen—my son)

Sasuke simply thought of himself as dressing the way he felt – dressing in whatever mood happened to strike him. And today his mood was dark, brooding even. His stupid parents had decided to move to a dumb little town in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere; he scowled at the thought. So to reflect this feeling he had rebelled and wore everything he knew that his parents would hate, especially his father.

I see the darkness surround,

The shape on the ground,

The killer straight up and a body face down,

(Firstborn—last one)

His current hair color of choice was his usual deeper-than-normal short, spiked black with his jaw length bangs red, bright and happily bouncing from the wind and his dancing steps.

I hear the din of screams,

Sorrow in streams,

The smell of farewell and gasoline,

(Listen—my son)

A dark midnight blue jacket, knee length, swept haughtily around his thighs and ass and fitted snugly against his body. He didn't tend to look in the mirror much; he was just too busy usually, and so he imagined that the old fashioned styled frock coat left very little to the imagination, however, the inlays of embroidery and barely visible lines of silver stitching were breathtaking when perused up close.

I see a heart set free and my legacy,

Hear a voice from a shadow that is beckoning me,

(Firstborn—last one)

Layered beneath, just barely peeking out against his defined chest were the crisscrossed lines of a fishnet shirt, nothing below that to obstruct the view of his unnaturally pale skin. Starting at his slightly feminine hips, clung the skintight fabric of the leather pants, that would be showing off a temptingly delicious rump if not for the coat. His favorite – he smiled softly at this – pair of thigh length boots hugged his legs comfortingly, and laced up the back with a barely visible black cord. No zippers here darling, as he thought on how idiotic and lazy some modern conveniences could be.

I guess there comes a point,

When you think to yourself,

"This isn't worth it, it isn't worth it."

And now I feel what you felt,

And now I feel what you felt inside brother,

And now I feel what you felt,

This isn't worth it, it isn't worth it.

However, some modern age trends he found quite amusing, such as the fashion statement that certain men in specific "gothic" crowds liked to walk about wearing makeup. He, of course, remembered back to when he was a child and the noble-class men would powder their faces and such, but it was far more pleasing now for him to pass by people on the street with dark lines smudged under his eyes. He sighed as the woman's voice in the song began to resonate in a truly beautiful way.

I hear the sound of a heart,

From the shadow in the dark,

Waiting for the poison to hit its mark,

(Listen—my son)

After all, his parents shouldn't complain if only for the fact that it covered the reddish sickly color beneath his eyes that never fully left, except occasionally while he slept, his brother's comforting presence pressed closely to his back in a long line of warmth. This gave him a more healthy appearance than the rest of his family most days, even without feeding.

I see the darkness surround,

The shape on the ground,

The killer straight up and a body face down,

(Firstborn—last one)

He loved his brother very much, but it wasn't in that way. He supposed that was what people would assume if they knew how close they had to be. Since they were children the two brothers had shared a bed every night, the elder of the two, Itachi, curling his body sweetly around his little brother's.

I hear the din of screams,

Sorrow in streams,

The smell of farewell and gasoline,

(Listen—my son)

Sasuke's condition demanded this of them, close skin contact to be maintained lest he be drained of energy. Admittedly, there had been a few isolated instances when sexual contact was the only way to help him recover his strength, but he hadn't fallen in love with Itachi – it was just deep sibling affection. Neither really thought of it as inappropriate or as that disdainful word society now used – incest. In his time, there wasn't such thing as incest really; it was thought of as a beneficial way to intermarry the family and keep the blood from being polluted, although he rarely heard of brother's and sister's marrying. It was usually cousins and such.

I see a heart set free and my legacy,

Hear a voice from a shadow that is beckoning me,

(Firstborn—last one)

His other habit was viewed by the public a little less harshly. The fact that he liked and was sexually acquainted with both women and men wasn't seen as something strange in his day and age. As long as the men were still willing to produce children with a woman (again, usually a relative) then it was perfectly acceptable to take a male lover as well.

I wish it didn't, I wish it didn't, I wish it didn't, I wish it didn't end this way,

This part of the song seemed as if it had become a mantra of his life. He shook his head. Not right now, he thought to himself. Obviously, as per his few trysts with Itachi and other men he had met through the preceding centuries, he was no stranger to the feel of another man's arms. Having only ever topped, he often idly wondered what it would be like to be taken just once, to feel himself being filled and completed in a way only women usually knew.

Live a life in hell through a mortal shell asphyxiating

Smell for a crime lifetime imagination

Locked in a cell and to the other

Firstborn, I see the same scene that

Must play over in your mind and now

How much more I'm sure it's fucked with

Your head just like it's fucked up mine.

"Listen my son-firstborn last one"

The message you sent out to me-I can not

Change what's meant to be

The message you sent out to me-I can not

Change what's meant to be

He sighed as his heart fluttered a moment in his chest and then became nearly silent once again. Maybe he was just too intimidating? He realized he had been mesmerized through the last chorus and the last line rang eerily through as he pulled the headphones down to rest around his neck.

Firstborn,

You are the last one—Firstborn...

In any case, he finally had reached the school for his first day of antisocial merriment. Every school he had gone to in, oh say, about the last hundred years, had met him with disdain and several times outright hatred, even across the many countries he had visited. It was no use, this having been chosen as the next subsequent manner of his own personal hell, to whine about it.

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So as usual, Reviews make the world go round 3!!! So if you want more, let me know just how much you want more. I realize that Sasuke is a bit.... different. I'm keeping him as in character as a possible, but his personality is being deepened a bit and well....cough,cough.... he appears to be taking on a bit of my own persona...=D