Oooookey...I seriously need to go through my computer more often. This one could be rather good! :o

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It had been just another night for him. Waking up in his small and somewhat shaggy apartment as the sun went down, eating a small meal of physical food, and then going out to find himself a prey that he could drink from, and get that red liquid that would ease the feeling of his constant thirst. The air outside had been cool, but not cold, and the wind was soft against his skin and his face. He had started to move along one of his normal hunting paths over the rooftops and through some alleys, hoping to spot a prey.

However, things did not go as he wanted them to, and now the raven could only curse himself. How could he not have seen the traps that were set up in the middle of his hunting path? It wasn't even one of the most advanced types either.

But here he was, fighting to break free from the hunter's trap that had tied him up against a wall, with the silver wires around his neck and chest, pinning him so hard that he could hardly breathe. This situation was bad, very bad, he realized as he failed to break free over and over.

He couldn't give up though, he had to get loose. Had to, or otherwise, he was as good as dead.

He had been trying to get loose well over a half an hour when he heard the soft sound of footsteps in the narrow alley. The sound was so quiet, and the person walking with such grace, that the young vampire knew very well who this must be. Only vampires could move with that much grace and stealth.

Only vampires, and the few humans who were brave or stupid enough to hunt them. The only humans that could sneak with this skill and set traps of this caliber had to be those that were called ANBU, the special elite of vampire hunters, well known and well feared among those who walked the night.

He stood still, pinned against the wall by the merciless wires, waiting intensively for this approach of his escape or, most likely, his doom.

As the footsteps ceased not far away from the raven, the young vampire tried to turn his head in order to see the one who had caught him. But it was all in vain, he couldn't move his head at all in his position, or else the wires might slice him into pieces. In his anger he struggled even more against the wires and bared his fangs to protest against his captivity, letting out a low hiss against the burn of the silver.

This was humiliating, it was a disgrace, he didn't want to stand there like a piece of meat in the store, and then be killed in such a humiliating way by a lowly human.

Meanwhile, the hunter was taking in the full sight of his prey. The trap was meant to kill the one who triggered it, but somehow this vampire had been lucky. Even if his arms, chest, and neck was tied up against the brick wall, he had not been killed. The poisonous knives that hung on the wire had missed the young creature of the night, and the wire itself had not cut his head of as it was meant to do. As he stood there watching, the vampire let out an angry growl and tried to bite at the wire around his neck. The hunter didn't try to stop him, he knew that the vampire wouldn't get loose even if he managed to bite down into the wire. He stood there and quietly watched the young vampire, waiting for the creature to calm down.

After a few minutes, the raven-haired vampire finally stopped his attempts to bite into the wire. He tried to hear any sound of the hunter, that must be standing oh so close to him, but he couldn't hear a thing, not even the man's heartbeat or breathing. He knew the hunter was there, but not being able to pick up his scent or any sounds made him nervous. Why hadn't this hunter killed him yet? Was the raven to weak for the hunter to bother or-

A gloved hand suddenly stroked Sasuke's chest, firmly, but still soft. The raven held his breath, what the hell was this human doing? Molesting him all of a sudden?

The touch was not what he had expected at all, it was so soothing and warm..it actually felt pretty good, and somehow that felt so wrong for the raven.

The hand traveled up to an elegant white neck, tracing his collarbone and then even higher up to stroke Sasuke's cheek. Sasuke gasped. From the corner of his eye, Sasuke could see a glimpse of this hunter. He could see the hint of grey and black. And then...the man spoke to him.

"So...what do we have here? Could it be an Uchiha, with this pale skin and raven hair...oh yes, a rare catch indeed." There was some fascination, as well as sarcasm, but it was a deep and captivating voice that matched with his touch.

Sasuke's eyes widened, and for once he let his mask slip, showing off his feelings. How could this man, this hunter, know about the Uchiha? They had been a secret breed, and after "the accident" many years ago, he was one of the few surviving ones. A hunter like this one shouldn't know about that. The lowly humans shouldn't know anything about his clan, this man shouldn't be able to identify him.

His pulse was racing, and anger started to show itself in the raven, and the hunter could see this. Sasuke didn't even have time enough to see the hunter pull something out of his silver vest before feeling a sharp pain in his neck. Oh damn, this was it. He could feel his eyes growing heavy, and he cursed under his breath. To die like this...so far away from his goal, at the hands of a human.

The hunter watched the vampire fall asleep, not die but fall asleep. The drug he had given the young one was not deadly, even if it would leave him with a nice headache when he woke up. As soon as the hunter was sure that his prey was fast asleep, he removed all the wires and caught the limp body. He hoisted Sasuke over his shoulder, sighed, and started to make his way back to the base.

It took him some time to get back there because even if this vampire was young, he was still a burden when running. As the hunter entered the building, he almost bumped into Genma and Raido, who were on their way out.

"Damn it Kakashi, that almost pierced my tongue you know!" Genma muttered around his senbon, and raising one eyebrow at the body Kakashi was carrying. That was weird, they rarely brought back any vamps if not ordered to do so. Kakashi chuckled under his red and white wolf mask.

"Do you want to go now, or come with me inside so I can tell you what breed this baby is?" And he smacked the sleeping Sasuke on the butt.

"He was much easier to catch than it normally is though, sharingan can be such a bitch, luckily he couldn't use it." And he let a smirk out under his mask, well aware that he had just told them the name of the breed anyway.

Genma and Raido just stared at him.

"Kakashi" Said Genma "there is no way in hell that he is a..."

Kakashi stared back, and Genma turned to Raido.

"There is no way, right? Uchihas are supposed to be extinct."

Raido shrugged his shoulders and smirked at his friends. "By the looks of it, there's one left."

"No way in hell, it's Kakashi who's nuts. Crazy about their kin I believe." Genma decided, shrugging his shoulders in disbelief. But they all went back inside, and both Raido and Genma helped Kakashi to put the young sleeping vampire in a cell, and strapped him down so he couldn't escape when he woke up.

TBC...I really need to make more chapters number two to my stories!