Angel Of Darkness

Prologue

Konoha Village, 1815

"Do you believe in bringing the dead back to life?"

Uzumaki Kyuubi was startled away from his thoughts and turned his head to give the man that was suddenly standing beside him a strange look. "What?" he questioned.

"It isn't hard, you know," the man shrugged indifferently, "To bring someone back from the dead," Kyuubi didn't answer him for a long moment, simply taking in the appearance of the strange man, a wild mane of raven hair, and hard dark, very dark eyes, and his face hauntingly handsome- An angel of darkness. It had to be, there was no doubt in Kyuubi's mind. The way he smiled though, wrenched his heart into his deepest fears, "I know you killed him," his words made the blood in his veins run ice cold.

"How…" he said, shocked beyond belief.

The man let out a sinister chuckle. "Call me Madara," he purred, making sure that Kyuubi was looking at him directly in the eyes. "I will ask you again, do you believe in bringing the dead back to life" he glanced over to the casket, "I can tell you how-if you meet me here, at midnight," Kyuubi stared at the man as if he was crazy. Why would he meet anyone at a cemetery at midnight? Briefly he glanced at the casket of his dead ex-lover.

Uchiha Itachi, he had dated him in secret. When Itachi wanted to end things between them and never take them further, he had broken his neck for breaking his heart. His reddish brown eyes narrowed and he sighed, he had been mistaken. It was a lot worse to see him dead than to see him being the Uchiha heir, force to wed someone he did not love, Itachi had it a lot more difficult than him. "You have a deal" he said and turned to face the man only to find his mother, Uzumaki Mito there.

"Huh, what was that darling?"

"Uh…nothing," he said and turned back to look at the casket. Itachi was as beautiful in death as he was in life. His pale skin, his handsomely chiseled face, and those deeply ran marks that started from his eyes and slanted slightly over his cheeks. There was no one else like him out there.

"We'd better get going," Mito said, a smile crossing her lips. "Hashirama Senju is going to be coming over soon,"

"The man that has been courting you for over a year," Kyuubi said, "Am I the reason he won't ask you to marry him,"

"I don't think it has yet gotten to that point my dear," she said, and started to walk away. Kyuubi sighed, and walked beside her, only glancing back once to see Itachi's family, his mother, Uchiha Mikoto was crying her eyes out while Uchiha Fugaku had a stern look on his face that looked completely broken.

Their little prodigy was dead.

And it was his fault.

When midnight rolled around, he snuck out of his house. His mother was already deeply asleep and as he stepped out into the empty streets of the Konoha village, he couldn't help but feel the air rapidly getting colder and colder as he reached the cemetery. He puffed out even breaths, and then he was standing over Itachi's grave, where he had been buried not so long ago.

"Dig him out,"

He jumped at the sudden voice of the man he had seen earlier and spun around. The man presented him a shovel.

"You've got to be kidding me," he muttered, looking at it as if it was the most absurd thing he had ever seen in his life.

"I'm afraid not," Madara muttered, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Kyuubi took a step back. He looked at the shovel and then down at the ground and swallowed hard. "You want him back don't you?"

"I want him back terribly," Kyuubi admitted. "I'd give anything to let Itachi have a second chance in life,"

"Then dig him out,"

Kyuubi nodded, and turned to face the grave. A regretful look appeared around his face as he sunk the shovel into the ground, and started to dig out the fresh dirt that had been placed earlier that day. He could feel his feet digging into the soft earth as he continued to dig out the dirt. By the time he reached Itachi's casket he was in six feet, and tired from the exertion it took to dig the grave up. He turned around to look at the man that was standing over head.

"Open it,"

Kyuubi moved on either side of the casket, managing after a couple of minutes to pushed it open. Inside, Itachi was still the same as when he had first seen him. He looked back up, "what now?" his eyes widened when the man was no longer there and he started to frantically look around. It was all too dark. He feared he had been left alone.

"Relax"

"AAh!" Kyuubi jumped when the man appeared beside him by the grave. "I didn't see you get down here," he muttered.

"His soul remains with him," Madara said as he touched Itachi's cold hand.

"How do you know?"

"I know," the man answered. "Here, feed him this." Kyuubi reached for the small cup filled with a dark liquid, but it was snatched back, "But remember; only feed it to him if you truly want him alive, if you truly love him,"

Kyuubi didn't hesitate, "Give it to me,"

Madara watched him for one hard and long minute and finally handed the small cup over.

Kyuubi took it and leaned down towards Itachi. The moved his fingers over Itachi's jaw, and slowly opened it, and let the liquid fall into his mouth. When Itachi's mouth was full, he massaged his throat, trying to get him to drink, and that was when he saw the liquid stir on its own and how it drove itself into Itachi forcefully.

"Augh," Itachi arched, and convulsed. Kyuubi gasped and moved away, not that he could move far as he watched Itachi stretch. Itachi gasped and his eyes shot open, panting hard and fast, his heart kicking again, before sitting up and looking around frantically.

"Itachi…" Kyuubi said, a relief washing over him as he got close to Itachi. He touched his delicate skin and made him face him, but his eyes widened when he saw Itachi's eyes be completely red with an odd design in them that was not the Sharigan blood limit the Uchiha's had. This was something else entirely. "Itachi," he whispered, and he gagged when he felt a hand go down through his stomach.

Those ferocious red eyes looked at him with hatred and anger, and he couldn't do much but stared shocked as long fangs elongated themselves in Itachi's mouth. Kyuubi would have screamed if he could have, but the last thing he knew was things had gone dark.

Itachi on the other hand drank Kyuubi's blood greedily until he drained him, and then he slammed the dead body into the grave and jumped out without effort. A swift motion of his hand had the grave being buried again, and making it look as if had never been touched. Itachi's eyes narrowed and he looked at his own two hands. "Why did you make him do that?" he asked, bitterly and turned to glare at Madara who chuckled.

"Itachi, we are Uchiha, and we are cursed." Madara said. "I chose you to come back to life because you have so much potential, you are only twenty, way too young to die, and as for him," he looked down at the grave, "I could have never forgiven him for selfishly killing you,"

"So, I have to spend eternity as a vampire…cursed like you?" Itachi snapped, his eyes flashing.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, just if it's your own choice. Make sure it is by your hand that you die, all you have to do is burn to death." Madara scoffed. "Ungrateful brat,"

Itachi frowned again.

He looked back towards the village he had grown up in and then back to Madara, a relative of his. "I do things my way," he said and vanished.

Madara shrugged as he watched him go.

He had meant it when he said Uchiha were all cursed. Under the order of the village they were 'tattooed' but that just wasn't a tattoo of loyalty, but one that bound the soul to the body. Even in death, an Uchiha would suffer, but he long ago had been gifted with such a gift, after his own death, one his younger brother had found. One that allowed him to be with his younger brother forever-although he didn't know where his brother Izuna was, seeing as he was always up to something.

He knew that it was a dangerous thing to do, since everyone could react differently, but over the years of watching the Uchiha clan die, he had never felt anyone deserving to live. Itachi was a first in so many years. Running his tongue over his own teeth he decided it was time to go search for his brother again.

He just hoped Itachi wouldn't do anything stupid.

He was after all, their chosen one.

Konoha Village, 1952

Twenty year old, Hatake Sasuke gritted his teeth as he endured the agony as he felt a hot glowing pain at the side, just below the crook of his neck. He could feel it wrench his chest, and tug at something deep within him. He looked over his shoulder to Namikaze Minato, before looking towards his father, Hatake Kakashi whom looked completely angry with what was going on. "I'm sorry," his mother Obito kept repeating over and over again, as tears run down her cheeks. Sasuke cried out as everything concentrated itself and he felt a strong tightening.

He nearly knocked out.

"There, it's finished," Minato said, a proud smile on his face. Sasuke panted as he looked up at him with anger. It had hurt.

"Sasuke, you can go." His father said and he nodded his head, grabbing his shirt and pulling it on. He rushed outside, but he could hear his father begin to argue, "Was that really necessary?" as the door started close he paused long enough to hear Minato's response.

"He's still an Uchiha!"

Sasuke swallowed hard as the sound of the door closing sounded and he reached to touch the fresh Tattoo that had been placed on him-it was more like a spell and he could feel it deep in his bones. Somehow it depressed him. But what Minato had said, Uchiha-that was his mother's maiden name, what did that have to do with anything on him getting this mark?

"Sasuke!"

Sasuke snapped his head up and turned in time to see his best friend, Naruto running towards him-and he was readily tackled into a hug. "Dobe, that hurts," Sasuke hissed, pushing him away. Naruto laughed loudly.

"I'm so glad I caught you in time!" Naruto said, never once letting go of Sasuke, "Neji said he has a place to show us,"

"Hyuuga?" Sasuke asked warily.

"Yes" Naruto turned his head to the side and Sasuke got a view of the Hyuuga walking their way. This wasn't going to be his day at all.

About two hours later they were soon in a field, a place Neji had only intended to show Naruto and he was making that incredibly clear to Sasuke. While Naruto was off picking flowers, Sasuke was keenly aware of the rushing waterfall just at the side of the meadow. And he was also aware of Neji glaring at him. "I've told you several times, to stay away from Naruto!" Neji hissed at him and pushed him, causing anger to rise in Sasuke.

"Fuck you Hyuuga, who do you think you are! Naruto is my friend!"

"You don't get it do you? How dense can you fucking get!"

"I don't know what you are talking about!"

Soon the two of them got into a fist fight, with Sasuke overpowering Neji, close to the edge. "Sasuke no!" Naruto yelled. As far as he was aware it was Sasuke who hated Neji, and it was Sasuke who always started the fights. Before he knew it, he had reached Sasuke and punched him hard to get him away from Neji, in the process causing Sasuke to fly back and roll to the side, with little time to grip at the edge.

Naruto's eyes widened and Sasuke tried to hang on for dear life. Even Neji looked torn when he saw the young Hatake hanging over the edge.

"Sasuke!" Naruto called again, moving towards him. Sasuke felt so much pain at that moment, he whimpered and the rocks beneath his fingers crumbled, and he fell.

"Aaaah!" Sasuke cried and he felt the impact of rocks and the cold water push him down. Water got in his lungs and before he knew it he was succumbing to death. He couldn't breathe, and he could feel a rushing pain before everything was over and he was surrounded in darkness.

A few hours later, his body had been found and he was pronounced dead.

The doctors didn't have much knowledge on what to do, so two days later, Sasuke was buried. There was a small ceremony and Naruto found himself crying hard. He refused to let anyone comfort him, even Neji-Specially Neji.

"You can bring him back to life, you know,"

Naruto gasped and turned his head at the sound of the soft but firm male voice, and turned to see a beautiful man beside him. His hair was almost raven colored, and it was long and beautiful, his face was also beautiful and Naruto stared in awe. "Are you an angel?"

The man chuckled, "You could say that-I'm an angel of darkness."

"Wow,"

"You're easy to impress," The male mused, "I'm Izuna,"

Naruto grinned for a moment before getting a serious look on his face, "Can you really bring Sasuke back to life?" he asked, the determination shinning in his eyes.

"I sure can," Izuna responded, "Meet me here as early in the night as you can,"

Naruto nodded his head. He would do anything to relieve the pain in his chest and the guilt that he felt for being such a bad friend. Not to mention that he loved Sasuke with all his heart, he would give anything to have him back. "Yes, I will" He said, and blinked.

Izuna was gone.

Naruto kept his promise and returned at the earliest of night that he could, which was at eleven at night. He was scared as he slipped into the cemetery and sighed in relief when he caught sight of the Angel of darkness. "You made it,"

"Yes," Naruto said, "Please, bring him back to life!"

"Okay," Izuna said and handed Naruto a shovel, "But first you have to dig him out,"

"But" Naruto said, looking perplexed, "It's rude to dig anyone up,"

"Do you want Sasuke back or not?"

"With all my heart," Naruto admitted. "I'd give anything for Sasuke to have a second chance in life!"

Naruto took the shovel and immediately begun to dig the grave out, his movements fast as he dug into the soft soil. He never stopped once in his efforts to get to the casket of his dead friend. He nearly cried in joy as he reached it and immediately opened it up, just to get a glimpse of Sasuke's body. Sasuke looked just the way he had before he had been buried earlier that day, beautiful.

"You really love him," Izuna said and Naruto jumped. "Here, you'll have to feed him this." Naruto nodded, reaching for the small cup, "But," Izuna said making him freeze, "Only feed it to him if you truly care and love him."

"Of course I love him" Naruto snapped. Izuna nodded and handed him the cup, vanishing then. Naruto took a deep breath, not the wisest thing to do when he was six feet under the dirt, but it calmed him. He reached towards Sasuke's face and gently opened his mouth before, without hesitation, he poured the dark liquid into Sasuke's mouth until it was filled. He wasn't sure what to do to get Sasuke to swallow, seeing as he was dead so he closed his mouth. Inside of Sasuke's mouth the substance pushed down his throat and into his being.

Sasuke convulsed and gasped out loudly as air entered his lungs and his heart began once more to beat, he felt as though he had just been suffocated and was now being pulled out for a breath of air. He panted fast, frantically looking around and sat up, anger rising in him as he looked at Naruto. What was going on?

"You're alive…the angel of darkness was right! You're alive!" Naruto said not caring that Sasuke's eyes were red, and there was an odd star design in them. He moved to hug Sasuke with tears of joy running down his eyes.

Sasuke made a whining sound, and before he could stop himself, he felt sharp teeth in his mouth lengthening, and before he knew it he sunk them into Naruto's neck, greedily feeding of him. Naruto gasped and tried to get away, but it was futile. Sasuke had him press, and slowly, he lost consciousness with the amount of blood loss. When Sasuke was done, he placed Naruto's drained body in his place where he had been before and closed the casket.

He jumped out and a few feet away, confused, but then he spotted another male. "Izuna," he muttered. He had remembered seeing Izuna before at family gatherings and talking with him.

"Hey Sasuke" Izuna waved, and then moved his hand to rebury the grave. "I have a lot to teach you now,"

Sasuke was confused, but he followed Izuna out into the world with a new life.

One story ended, and now a new is beginning.I've had this idea in my head for some time now and hopefully it works out.

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