Eternal Dawn

Disclaimer: I do not own the series Naruto or Naruto Shippuuden. ^~ ^;

Warning: YAOI ( Man on Man ). DO NOT read this fanfiction if you do not like yaoi! Rated M for mature, I will not be held responsible if you die of a (or more) nose bleed(s) Because this is a vampiric fic, there will be blood in later chapters. No flames, cause mean remarks will be DELETED.

Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction, but I have taken creative writing classes, please share with me your ideas or suggestions. But remember what I said in my warning, any mean remarks will be DELETED. I really hope you enjoyed my first chapter (but I guess you wouldn't be reading the second chapter if you didn't like the first).

Summary:

Time seems to bleed together when you have immortality, but what right do I have to admit that? I haven't 'lived' for more than a thousand years, in fact, I only been wondering the Earth for only an extra three hundred. I want something to attach on to in order to feel that I have a purpose, so I come upon a rural town bowled between two mountains and separated in half by a deep river which coal boats float down from the mines to the harbor south of the town called Konoha.

Chapter Two:

Learn and Love

(P.O.V. Sasuke)

"Damn it all! The class, the professor, just everything!" I muttered while I slid into my BMW 2009 Z4 sDrive35i.

My car was my baby. A black sapphire metallic exterior, exclusive ivory white extended leather, anthracite wood trim, nineteen inch light alloy wheels V-spoke (style 296) with run-flat performance tires, sports leather steering wheel with paddle shifters, Comfort Access system, navigation and anti-theft alarm system, a HD radio, and other accessories completed my dream car. And to remind you again, I have spare cash.

Living large came natural to me. Growing up rich and powerful really adds to one's character. Hell, I love how humans stare at my adult toys wishing I would give them a free ride or tour.

After tossing my books to the passenger seat and closing the door, I popped my knuckles; counting each pop in order to calm down.

Hell… just utter hell. That blond… the professor, which I shall avoid at any cost… at least I'm going home, safe and peaceful home…

I roared the engine to life, opened the convertible roof, and gunned out of the University student parking lot. On the highway, I increased my speed until I was thirty mph above the posted sixty-five speed limit. I just didn't give a flying fuck, I wanted to get home. I don't admit a lot of things, but let me tell you… that sensation in class… I had a heady rush of power and lust course through my body in a fraction of a second, and left me unnerved, irritated, and confused.

I was about to jump on that kid and do who-knows-what to him….

I opened the door that led out of my garage and into a small hallway that led to the kitchen. Books in tow, I stormed through the kitchen and dinning room, up the stairs, and into my bedroom where I tossed the books to the side; not caring where they landed nor if they were damaged. I sat on the edge of the black Kyoto platform bed and ran a hand through my locks.

I need answers… and I need them now…

I rubbed my thumb into my opposite palm, trying to find a distraction to the lingering feeling I had for that damn blond.

What is so special about him…?

I weighted my options: figure out what is going on with me by myself or get some help. I still kept coming up with the same answer, same annoying fact: I needed help this time. I hated getting helped. I was a grown man; I could do things on my own. But this… this was something that stopped me in my tracks.

I pulled out my cell phone, made the call that I long dreaded, and begun to pack up a few things.

Once I closed the trunk of my BMW, I clinched my hands into tight fists. I really didn't want to… but I felt cornered. Plus, the only damned vampire from my coven that would be of any help just had to be my damn fucking clone-of-an uncle.

Madara was one of the oldest vampires on record and my second-to-last living relatives. He was a crazy, murderous vampire that was known for killing anyone that crossed him. I never cared from my uncle, but he could be helpful when he wanted to. While on the other hand, my brother, Itachi, was simply a cold prick and only said snide comments to me.

I forced unneeded, unused air out of my nose as if to sigh. It was going to be a long drive to Amekagure City. I smirked.

Not if I speed…

I cursed incoherent words at the rain drops that punched my windshield. The drive to Amekagure City was not only going to be prolonged, but the rain was teasing me; clapping to their little tune 'Slowing You Down'. I was cruising twenty mph above the posted speed limit when I wanted to go fifty above… The traffic was congested (to my standards) and that was causing me to become more irate. Of all the times, today had to be one of those days that the rural highway became a popular road and the weather decided that it didn't want to be sunny.

From Konoha to Amekagure City was two-hundred fifty miles and would usually take me two hours to get there, but by the speed I was crawling at, it would take four hours. Four long, boring hours of dancing rain, slow humans, and repetitive thoughts drifing back to the hyperactive blond…

What was his name…?

I rubbed my temple trying to erase the annoying headache that was quickly forming. That blond… what was he doing to me?

"Shit!" I yelled when I noticed that I missed my exit.

I tapped for new directions on my navigation system. The machine seemed to glare at me for abusing it, but I really wouldn't care if it was.

"Damn, I need some tunes…" I groaned.

I gave up on that idea after surfing the channels and finding nothing. More-so proving my theory that radio was illegal in Konoha. This was going to be a shitty ride.

(P.O.V. Third Person)

Amekagure was a beautiful sea-side city that hugged the coastline lightly. The ocean's waves reflected off the glass-covered buildings and the clouds would run their icy fingers across the sky scrapers as if to say 'hello' to the people within. Many traveled from all over the globe to visit the city and checkout all of the numerous shops. From its ten foot swells, perfect for surfers, to its famous marble statue of a mermaid adorned with pearls, sea shells, and star fish, the white sand beach attracted people of all ages. But, what Amekagure City was most famous for was its strange weather pattern: rain.

It all most rain year-round there. From sun up to sun down, rain fell from the sky as if someone opened Heaven's faucets. Not to worry, the rain was warm due to the ninety degree temperatures.

Sasuke had blown through red lights, stop signs, and traffic guards traveling sixty in thirty-five mph zones trying to get to Madara's private beach house. The one story, modern house overlooked the green waters of the ocean on a rocky cliff edge. Sasuke all ways wondered how the house was never destroyed by storms that would other-wise cause level any 'flimsy' glass structure. Then again, it was Madara. He could strike a deal with a devil and still find a damn loop hole that outsmarted the foolish demon.

The palm trees along the side of the driveway swayed from side to side in the wind; as if to greet their guest. Sasuke laughed at the thought. Palm trees? He would never understand why his uncle, a man of power, favored such a sissy plant.

Sasuke whipped the BMW into the open garage and killed the engine.

"I could hear you racing up the streets, missed me that much?" Madara said into Sasuke's ear.

Startled, Sasuke spun his upper torso toward Madara.

"How the fuck…?" Sasuke started, but he quickly forgot what he had to say.

Madara wore only a dark jade bath robe, his hair damp and pulled up into a messy pony tail, and had on his reading glasses that had slipped down his nose. Sasuke blushed at his uncle's state of undress.

"You have really grown up…" Madara sultry whispered. His hand came up to Sasuke's face and gently pinched the boy's cheek. "You're beginning to look more like a man…"

Disgusted, Sasuke removed himself out of the vehicle and opened the trunk to retrieve his suit case.

"You are really fucked up…. you know?"

Madara smirked and, also, removed himself from the vehicle and walked up to Sasuke.

"Of course," Madara ran a finger down the side of Sasuke's arm.

Sasuke brushed the hand away absent mindedly. He wasn't in the mode to play around. He retrieved his suit case and made his way out of the garage, only to run into Madara.

"Look, I'm not in the mood for your games." Sasuke spat.

Madara smirked.

"I… don't… care."

Sasuke's eye twitched and he went around Madara and entered the living room. Looking up, he gasped in shock, horror, and disgust.

"Why are you here?" Sasuke said angrily.

There, not more that ten feet from him, sat a man that Sasuke hoped he would never meet again. In a white dress shirt, blue jeans, socks, and hair styled in a relaxed pony tail sat Itachi reading a book.

(P.O.V. Sasuke)

I almost pissed myself when I saw Itachi. My pupils grew larger, the blood in my veins flowed faster, and I took a small step back; preparing for the worst, what ever that 'worst' was.

"I should be asking you that, otouto." Itachi said, never lifting his eyes from the page he was on. "But since you asked first," Itachi turned the page. "I am here visiting."

Bullshit…

I gradually made my way to the tan modern couch and sat down as far as I could from Itachi. Itachi was not one anyone could trust, unless that person was crazy; and Madara sat well in that category.

"Now you answer my question." Itachi said, turning another page.

"Hn," I answered, the bastard didn't need to know why I was here. "I just came to talk to Madara."

"Uh-huh, and do you expect me to believe that?" Itachi acknowledged. He lifted his eyes to look at me. "You, my dear otouto, never 'just talk' with anyone…"

"Now, now, boys, stop bickering. Be happy that you two are seeing each other." Madara said as he made is appearance again.

I snorted. Me? Happy when my brother is present? Ha! My brother just turned another page of his stupid book.

"I'm going to change into something more proper. Meanwhile, Sasuke," Madara paused. I made eye contact with him, and his eyes became serious. "We will talk later."

I nodded and he tilted his head to our silent agreement. Madara walked out of the room toward his bedroom and left Itachi and I alone. It was noiseless except the ruffle of pages turning and shifting. I felt I was going to go insane…

"Hmm…" Itachi hummed.

I snapped my head up. Why did he do that?

"Seems like you came over for more than family talk…" Itachi said, then lifted his head from the book and placed it down. He didn't need to mark his place, for he could remember the exact page number, what words were on that page, and how many sentences there were too. All vampires could do such a simple task.

"Drop it, Itachi. I'm not going to tell you."

Itachi walked over to where I sat and grabbed the back of my head.

"What has made you so desperate to seek out Madara?" Itachi questioned, pulling me toward his face to glare into my eyes.

I glared back, to hell was I going to let this bastard win.

"Answer me Sasuke, I will find out one way or another." Itachi demanded.

I wanted to spit on his perfect face… but I controlled myself. Dipping to his level would only get me in more trouble than I already was in.

"If you really want to know," I said to save my ass, "I had a… little problem."

Itachi released my head and sat down beside me, trying to act like a caring sibling.

"What is the 'problem'?" Itachi whispered.

I closed my eyes, how could I explain that rush of power and… lust. The sudden urge to drive my upper canines into that blond's neck and control him, make him mine. I held my knees in my hands and went to suck on my lower lip when my upper canines dug into the said lip.

"Ah!" I hissed.

Before I could react in any other way, my brother twisted my head back to his and pushed down my chin, exposing the bleeding lip.

"Huh…" He smirked. "It seems like you need to feed soon…"

"But I feed before I got in the City!"

"Yes, but what is going on here..." Itachi pushed my chin down further, revealing the abnormally sharp upper canines, and pressed his thumb against one of the razor-like teeth. "Is something different from feeding to hush the hunger…"

Puzzled, I pulled my head away from Itachi's hand.

"Then what kind of feeding…?" I asked.

"You simply have the case of 'love-at-first-sight'." Madara chuckled. "And here I thought you came by to ask me to bail you out of some kind of murder."

I jumped in my seat.

"When did you…?" I stopped my question; there was no point in finishing it. "How you do know that?"

Madara shook his head and chuckled.

"I can tell by the way your teeth have formed when you thought about your 'problem', and so did Itachi." Madara placed a hand on Itachi's shoulder. "Look at him; he is going up so fast…"

Itachi smirked and punched me in the arm.

"So, who is the lucky whore?" Itachi teased.

I coughed in embarrassment.

"Some kid in my anatomy class…" I glanced over their faces, seeing that they wanted to hear more, I continued. "He sits in front of me on the first row…"

Madara's face twisted as he tried not to burst out laughing.

"He…? You fell in love with a man…!" Madara tore his face to the side, fighting to keep the laughter from bubbling to the surface.

"Shut the hell up…" I threatened.

Itachi walked away, his shoulders shaking from the trapped laughter. I was so fucking mad… not to mention embarrassed by the fact that they got a kick out of my situation. Madara calmed down and placed both of his hands on my shoulders.

"Don't worry, it's natural." Madara then sat down beside me and pulled me close. "Now we have a lot of work to do…"

I listened to every word that soon followed and learned that what was happening to me was nearly unavoidable: I fell like a rock tossed into a pond for that blond in anatomy class.

(P.O.V. Naruto)

I couldn't help but keep glancing over my shoulder to Sasuke's empty desk. It bothered me, not that I cared, but he hasn't been in class for five days. How could one be able to pass the exam without coming to class?

"What's wrong, Naruto?" Sakura whispered. Her pink hair was pulled back into a neat pony tail, the green shirt she wore clung freely to her frame, and her kaki skirt rode high; showing her soft thighs.

Most guys would drool or wolf whistle if they saw Sakura, but, somehow, I wasn't affected by her beauty. Perhaps she wasn't my type, but neither Ino nor Hinata caught my interest either. I was concerned that I was gay, but when dudes didn't appeal to me either, I became confused as to what my sexual preference was until Sasuke showed up.

That sensation I felt… I went to Sakura, my best friend since middle school, and, in the best way possible, explained the rush of nerve numbing electricity that diverted deep from within my being and raced up my spine only to crash into my brain; creating a flashy show of fireworks behind my eyes. She giggled and told me what it could have been, and I freaked out. I tried to evade it, to tell myself that it couldn't be possible; but the longing feeling I had that made me want to see Sasuke again confirmed it: I could be possibly gay.

I didn't know what to do, but Sakura told me to do what I felt was best for me. But I didn't know what that 'best' was.

"Earth to Naruto, do you hear me?" Sakura said, poking me with her pencil.

"Huh? Yeah, um… what did you say?" I said, snapping from my thoughts.

Sakura rolled her emerald eyes.

"I said 'what's wrong'." Sakura said, clearly annoyed.

"Um… just thinking 'bout stuff…." I brushed off.

"Uh-huh," Sakura went back to work on the packet Kakashi-sensei gave us earlier.

I looked down at the five page packet of PowerPoint notes and groaned in agony.

I have to study all of this before… where is Sasuke? Maybe he's… I'm sooo hungry… mmm, ramen sounds good…

Out from the corner of my eye, I saw something coming towards me at great speed, so I spun around to attempt to stop the incoming missile. Unfortunately, the unknown missile hit me square on the forehead.

"Not only did I catch your attention, I managed to hit your head!" Kiba barked, pointing his index finger at me in a mocking manner.

The room was empty, minus Kiba, Kakashi-sensei, and me. The bell must have rung a long time ago…

"Kiba…" I glared at him and chucked my notebook, which was rarely used, at his head.

Somehow, he caught my notebook. He pulled it close to his chest and started running out of the classroom. I quickly gathered my scattered papers and ran after him.

"Get back here, Kiba!" I yelled towards his retreating form.

"No way, Fox Face!"

"Don't trip," Kakashi warned us as we left his classroom.

I chased Kiba out to the parking lot and found Sakura sitting under a shaded bench.

"Come on, Kiba…" I begged.

Kiba turned around on a dime and tossed the notebook at me; which I missed and Sakura laughed at my misfortune. Kiba walked off, leaving me to pick up the mess he made. I was about to pick up my notebook when a pale hand got to my notebook first. I lifted my head to say thank you, only to choke on my words.

"Sasuke…?" I whispered.

(TO BE CONTENUED)

Notes:

Wow, I really wrote a lot this time!! I forgot to tell you before, I'll try to update once (maybe even twice!) a week. I'm not guaranteeing that I will though, after all, those evil writers' blocks decide when I get things published… I hope you are really enjoying my story!