Title – Walk with Shadows

Rating – M

Disclaimer – I don't own Naruto.

Pairings – NaruSasu

Genre – Fantasy, Romance

Summery - Sasuke never thought that the man he happened to save that day was the vampire count Uzumaki Naruto. Nor did he think that Naruto would lay claim on him as his prey…and his mate! NaruSasuNaru. Vampire fic

Warning – Dark Themes, Yaoi, and OoCness. Sorry about that. It's for the sake of the story.

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Prologue. Light

It just happened. Later, when Sasuke would recall the sudden events, it almost surprised him how easily he conjured up the images, and how detailed they were. The temperature was hot, almost baking, and the mixture of scattered showers gave Konoha a stuffy, humid air. Then why, on that day, did Sasuke feel so cold? His skin felt clammy, and was covered in goose bumps. And no matter how much he tried to convince himself, he knew that, somehow, he was going to loose something that day.

But what?

Sasuke shook his head, driving the notion from his mind, and tightened his grip on his messenger's bag slung over his shoulder. The bus had come from the north direction, meaning he should head south if he wanted to get home. But Sasuke liked this part of town – it's odd aromas, exotic sights, and beautifully paved side walks. Much different from his quiet abode – a simple apartment for him and his brother, downtown in the middle class area, you know the one where most normal people would live. But this area of town was different.

Along with the beautiful pavement, the streets were lined with old fashion lamps, and neat, stately houses. In a way, it looked like 19th century Victorian England, and although the inhabitants were very well dressed, they weren't adorned with laces and frills. In his simple academy uniform, Sasuke felt extremely out of place. He walked slowly, taking the time to inhale his surroundings.

In an attempt to make himself inconspicuous, he hunched his shoulders and walked with a small gait, trying to make himself as minute as possible. Which wasn't a so much of a problem, considering that he had stopped growing in the eighth grade. Now in his third year of high school, most of his classmates had already outgrown his 5'6 figure. Despite his shortness, and his attempts at invisibility, the stares of the population bore holes in his pallid skin. Some of the people whispered to each other before dashing back into their clean, elaborately decorated houses.

Sasuke blinked and smelled his arm. Nope, nothing too stinky, although the heat of the day had definitely made him sweat out this shirt. The moisture felt extremely uncomfortable. He peered into the small mirior his mother gave him, staring intently at the reflection. Nope, nothing on his face either. Sighing, he continued walking, straighting up. Perhaps his efforts just made him more noticeable.

Now, why would anybody plain as Sasuke be in this sophisticated area of Konoha? The answer is simple: he slept on the bus.

The young Uchiha's morning commute usually consisted of hopping onto a community bus that took him to the bus stop a block away from Konoha High School. Depending on the morning rush traffic, the ride lasts between the intervals of 15 to 30 minutes. However, the midterms were approaching, and after pulling an all-nighter, Sasuke somehow managed to fall asleep for two hours until the driver had shaken him awake, saying that this was the final stop. It was profoundly humiliating, not to mention frustrating, to realize that he was stranded somewhere he obviously didn't belong and that during the rush in the morning, he had left his cell phone and wallet on the bedside table.

And now he was wandering these too-perfect streets, filled with too-perfect people who were staring at him. Sasuke had the urge to turn around and snap at them to go mind their own business, but he didn't want to cause any more trouble. He suddenly felt extremely paranoid, and reached into his pocket and fingered the mirior. It was his only valuable possession, and he didn't care if thieves stole his homework just as long as he still had this mirior.

Before she died, his mother had handed it to him, telling him to keep it a secret from his father and brother. "You see things in this mirior, Sasuke. Things that happened, things that will happen, and things that could happen. People often reveal their true selves in it's light. You need to reflect that light into the dark places inside people's hearts, including your own." He remembered that soothing smile, the one she always gave to stop him from crying. "Keep it with you always. I'll always be with you."

Those were her last words before she passed away from some sort of unknown disease. Sasuke's father never spoke to his two children again, and eventually he abandoned them when Itachi was only sixteen. The elder brother did everything in his power to take care of Sasuke, working extra jobs, cooking, cleaning, and somehow he juggled good grades and a sharp, witty mind. Sasuke admired him.

And he admired him more after what he saw in the mirior. He saw the tears his brother secretly shed, his tired eyes and limbs. But the smile on his face was real, and so Sasuke always tried to make him smile.

Oh, but Itachi wouldn't smile at this. At him getting lost and leaving his cell phone behind, with no money to even use a pay phone. Sasuke frowned at his own incompetence, and continued walking forward. He figured that a straight line would eventually lead to somewhere.

He walked for hours and hours, his stomach growling at missed lunch and missed breakfast. Eventually, the streets were emptied, and the old fashion lamps illuminated the darkened roads magically in unison. Sasuke found it strange – weren't they supposed to light them manually? – but decided not to comment, since this place was way out of his jurisdiction. He shivered, despite the high temperature and his finger's clutch tensed considerably on the glass. It felt hot, like it was burning, and Sasuke pulled his hand away. His usually white fingers had hints of red gracing the tips.

"What?" the raven whispered in surprise. He put the scalding flesh in his mouth, and with the other hand retrieved the mirior. The glow off of it was blinding, and he stumbled and fell onto his back. Quickly, he noticed people peering out their windows, a mixture of shock, fear, anger, and understanding on their faces. Sasuke shoved the object into his jacket pocket, stood up, ducked his head and power walked down the street.

Somehow, he managed to get himself even more lost. The area around him had less houses, and was more secluded then the large yards of the last sector. It gave him more of a reason to be afraid. Anything could happen here, and he could scream, but no one would hear him. Shuddering, he, reached into his jacket pocket. The burning sensation had dulled, but once-cool glass was still hot to the touch.

Slowly, hesitantly, he pulled the object out. Pictures, silent movies, began playing on the surface, and Sasuke stared in bewilderment. "What is…huh?"

The scene began to unfold. In the picture was the same alleyway he was currently occupying, and then it suddenly switched to a large group of eleven, walking down the street towards his general area. They looked about the same age as Sasuke, and were clad in school uniforms much more sophisticated then his. Probably from a prestigious academy. The image faded, and transformed into a profile of a shadowed figure, and something silver glinted in its hand. A gun? He wasn't sure.

Suddenly, the shadow swooped downward, right on the outside of the passage he was currently hiding in. It was either a man, or a woman, an adult for sure, whose face was concealed underneath a black hood. A hand, armed with a gun was raised straight ahead. "Your tyranny ends here, demon! Die!"

Sasuke's eyes widened in shock as the mirior revealed that the target was one of the smiling teenagers. No way! He saw the blood splatter all over the pavement, and the body fall limply to the ground, devoid of life. No way! No way! The two word repeated over and over again in his mind. The light from the mirior faded off, and the glass cooled down. The raven slumped against the brick wall, contemplating what he had just witnessed.

His thoughts were interrupted by voices. Sasuke stood up and walked towards the end of the lane, and peered out, only to see the same motley crew of students chattering excitedly. He looked upward, scanning the rooftops until he found a familiar shadow, and all the pieces fit. Someone was going to die!

"Your tyranny ends here, demon! Die!"

The phrase was proof enough. Thankful for his athleticism, Sasuke dashed forward, stepping in front of the target, and closed his eyes, bracing himself for the worse. Nothing could prepare him for the pain that followed. Two bullets pieced his shoulder and chest, slowly digging deeper into his body. Somehow, he couldn't find enough energy to scream, and he fell, his hand grasping his arm tightly, and his mind grappling for his consciousness.

"What the?" the assassin said, staring down at the bleeding boy. "A human?"

The intended bent down, his hand grazing Sasuke's skin. At that moment, the raven felt a surge of content, happiness, hope and many other emotions ricocheting in the walls of his brain. It felt good and painful. He almost laughed, but his chest hurt too much. Just then, the original target spoke. "Leave, assassin. Your unarmed, and you know you don't want me to kill you. Hey, Sakura-chan. Mind helping me here?"

The assassin bristled at how he/she was easily pushed aside, but said nothing more and disappeared into the night. Meanwhile, Sasuke felt his limp body being lifted up by secure, tender arms. Somehow, he sighed, his eyelids feeling heavy. The last thing he remembered seeing were bright blue eyes and blond hair.

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Please read and review. Chapter one will be up soon. Sorry about shortness.

The story may seem confusing. Bear with me.