I am not affiliated with Naruto or Masashi Kishimoto-sensei.

So with that being said, please do not sue the poor high school student. D':

I apologize for the long long long long wait. I was going to update once a month, but things came up... such as my math grade dropping down to a D. TT Yeah. Lots of crap happened. Free time went to me blowing my brains out with proofs and whatnot. Still, my grade remained a D. Perhaps it would have been better if I hadn't even bothered, huh. Well, what's past is past and it is now summer. (The last two weeks were spent in Japan as I did a bit of homestay and traveled around. Aa, modoritai...)

Oh, but the main thing that kept me from typing the rest of the chapters up was...

I lost the mock-up to all the chapters. :( That was a bit of a problem, since I couldn't recall my dream. Then I found it again! Hooraaaaaah. Thus, the typing of chapter two began. Then I lost it again. HOWEVER. The mock-up is now saved on my computer and it shall not leave me again... unless, of course, I accidentally delete it. T-T Saa.

Oop. Still have to work on redrawing character sketches and such. But the schedule for this story is revamped as to the following:

+All 7 chapters will be finished by the end of summer (By the 2xth of August)

+New character sketches (Oh, so many anatomy problems with the old ones.)

+Perhaps the start of the man'ga. Depends on if I finish other projects...

Drawn pages for this fic can be seen at BloodContract on DeviantArt.

THIS CHAPTER IS LIME BETWEEN TWO MEN. You have been warned.

...along with the hunter of legend. His duty to the country, a protector to the innocent from that one mercenary; to those who could not save themselves from his bite. Do not be deceived by his looks, as he stands only second to that one's powers. The only hope for this world... in this time... Sworn to protect the youth of this marvelous planet. God sent us one to look after us, the flowers of this planet... To save us from the weed that infests our garden... Then again, perhaps he is already gone, though this gardener would rather see the proof of his lineage erased from history by his own hands...

Chapter Two: As You Wish

It was but six in the morning, and a heavy silence still lingered in the vicinity. Megumi sat in her bed, her back arching forward as she unwillingly forced herself awake. She had awoken in a cold sweat with her hair tangled and knotted. Pale hands gripped the blankets tightly, as she took in a few more ragged breaths. 'I'm alive,' she thought to herself grimly as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. 'That bastard didn't keep his word...' With silence as her guide, she managed to make her way to the restroom not too far down the hallway. Sadly, that silence would not last for long.

Outside the mansion's doors, a dingy green carriage had clacked up to the iron doors. A tall black horse—a stallion to be precise—snorted and waved its head left and right as it was commanded to stop. Two men were seated in the wooden cart behind it. They bore the same outfit, a cloak with a hunter's hat. The taller of the two had control of the reins, and handed them to the latter as he stood. He looked upon the mansion and then back down at his subordinate, giving a nod of his head, a secret signal between the two of them. The younger one nodded in reply, looked back at the horse, and snapped the reins. "Hyah!" came the command as the mobile was pulled away, leaving the older man alone. Swinging the cloak over and behind his left shoulder, he swiftly made his way up the stairs.

Once he had gotten to the top, and was faced with the large oak doors with their gargoyle-headed handles, he found himself at a loss for how to introduce himself. It had been so long since the two had seen each other. He had spent so little time getting there, since he was in a hurry—ah! Was his hair messed up? The man quickly turned around and pulled out his mirror. "Ah! It is!" he said in a panicked voice as he began combing out his hair with his fingers. In his panic, he didn't seem to notice the footsteps that shifted behind the door as it creaked open. "Alright! Looking good!" he said to himself with a grin as he posed in the handheld mirror.

But wait—what's this? The man mumbled to himself as he gazed into the mirror. "Since when was that door open...?" he wondered aloud. 'Perhaps—' His eyes widened as he quickly swung his head around and met himself face to face with the silver haired monster. The mirror dropped from his hand as he reached into his own cloak. "You...!" He drew out a gleaming metallic object, cocked and loaded, and pointed it at the man. "You..."

Kakashi raised a silver eyebrow as he eyed the gun. "You?" he questioned. "After chasing after me your whole life, you've already forgotten my name?" He scoffed as he leaned in towards the man's face. "What a pitiful bounty hunter... Gai."

"How could I ever forget that disgusting face of yours, Kakashi?" The man, now dubbed Gai, replied. "You murdered my village."

"So? In case you've forgotten the meaning of mercenary, it means that I've murdered many people."

"My. Clan." Gai growled. "The people who raised me."

"Ah, you mean that little band of mortals who dared to throw wooden stakes at me? Quite barbaric, might I say? Anyone would die from having a chunk of wood stabbed through the middle of their chest, wouldn't you say?"

"Of course you would know! You were the one who killed them that way!"

"Well, the sticks were right there, and if they weren't to go into me, wouldn't they have killed others to claim their attack was for a just cause?"

"WHAT!?"

Kakashi sighed as he lowered the man's gun, which trembled with rage and slight shock. Obviously, the man's point of view was one-sided. "Guess I've to teach you mortals everything, don't I?" he mumbled to himself while looking at the gun before reverting his gaze back to Gai. "Guess it can't be helped."

"What can't be help--AH!"

With a quick tug on the gun, Kakashi and Gai retreated back into the darkness of the mansion. The first merely took a few strides back while the latter made a not-so-grand entrance, having fallen face-first upon the stone floor. "Puh!" Gai spat out body parts of dust bunnies as he sat up and looked around. "For being retired, you sure don't pay attention to your living conditions..."

"I'm immortal. Disease doesn't affect me anymore," came the reply as Kakashi stoked the fire. 'But I guess the place could use a bit of tidying up...' he thought as he recalled the massive amount of soot that fell from the chimney when he first lit it that morning. In fact, that pile of soot was still there in that room. Nice and tidy in the corner. He hadn't the motive to move it, really, so he just let it sit there and host a nice little family of dust bunnies. Soot furries and dust bunnies were usually the only signs of life in his house, usually. However, he now hosted a new maid... who really wasn't a maid at all. Where was that girl?

Megumi turned on the sink to wash her hands... only to find them with more slime on them than when she first touched them. A thick layer of grime had developed on the silver handles. "Ugh," she groaned as she wiped her hands on her already-dirty dress. Looking around the candle-lit room, she found herself at a loss for where the exit was, the light being so dim. "Damned vampyric bastard," she swore as she took a few steps forward... then tripling over what seemed to be a bathtub. "AGH!" She sat up immediately and proceeded in getting out until it hit her. "Ah... ah... AHCHOO!" She went into a sneezing fit. The guest tub hadn't been used in ages, it had seemed. Good reason for Kakashi to need a maid, however... this was only the condition of one room in the vampyre's mansion.

When Megumi finally emerged from the bathtub, she quickly left the room and looked into the other rooms in the hall way. Only three rooms she had opened, each and every one of them in the same disgusting condition. 'No. Fucking. Way.' Megumi stormed into the hallway with a vengeance. This wasn't what she had signed up for. Well, she hadn't signed up, per se, but she deserved better treatment than this. There were unions out there weren't there? She deserved better than to be treated than a slave, damn it!

...But she was a slave. She had been bought. Poor confused girl.

It had only taken about ten minutes of walking until she arrived in the den where Kakashi and Gai were. Megumi, however, took no notice of the latter as she ran up and promptly placed a slap upon Kakashi's left cheek with her right palm.

The sound echoed through the building as Kakashi touched his left cheek with the corresponding hand. "You dare to slap your master...?" His right eye gleamed a bright silver as he slapped Megumi with the back of his knuckles. "Wench." She was sent to the floor as Gai merely stood there, watching. Obviously onto what the man was thinking, Kakashi walked over to the girl and pulled her up by her hair. "Rule number one. Do not lay a hand upon me. Ever."

Megumi coughed as her eyes turned to look at him. "You... said you'd send me to hell. You... promised."

"Hell is based on what you think of it. Now get onto your feet. I've company."

"And what the hell does that have to do with me—Ah!"

Her retort was welcomed by Kakashi yanking her hair. "Rule two. Do not talk back." 'Already broken? Tch. To the whip, perhaps. Damned mortals... always so stubborn-minded.' He thought to himself. "Wine," he continued. "The man must be thirsty, no?"

"But you're a vampyr—Ah!"

"Tut, tut. I'm not finished. For me, I'd rather some blood. You should do well in getting it from the cupboard, and soon. You'll find a bottle of red wine next to it. Do well not to get them confused with each other."

"Understood," muttered Megumi as Kakashi let go of her hair. 'Bastard.' She pivoted left.

"The kitchen is the second door on your next right," he added. Silence was his only reply as Megumi turned around and headed back in the opposite direction. "Now then, where were we?" He spoke, looking back towards Gai.

"Charming girl," Gai said, looking back at Kakashi. "Your new blood donor, I assume?"

Kakashi's face fell stone cold as he walked over to the wine red velvet chair. "Hardly," he spoke. "A maid servant, if anything. Come. Sit." He motioned to the chair opposite him.

"Tch. I can't believe I'm a guest in your house, of all places."

"You and I, both."

"So? What was the story? Of my clan being a lie?"

"I don't ever recall calling those parents of yours liars."

"But you said they killed others for a 'just cause'?"

"Yes, that."

"Well, which one's the truth, then!?"

"Both."

"What!?"

A sad smile came onto Kakashi's face as he shook his head side to side. "They were good people... yet evil as well. Religion and morals call for the undead to be vanquished. Killed. Slaughtered. And why is that, my dear bounty hunter?"

"Because you're evil, of course."

"As to what means? Because we drink of human blood? We do no wrong."

"But it is against God's will!"

"Yes, that is the main point. Because it is against your God. Your beliefs. That is why we are slaughtered."

"Get to your point..." Gai's hand clenched the silver gun tightly, ready to kill at a moment's notice.

"For that, many were killed. Even the innocents. Tell me, Gai, have you heard the tales of what they've done in Salem?" Kakashi looked at the man, who shook his head left and right in reply. "I thought not. Apparently, the officials in Salem had a bit of a witch-hunt."

"And?"

"Nearly all of those women burned at the stake... were innocent."

"And? That's Salem's fault. There's no correct way to tell who's a witch and who's not!"

"Is the same not for vampyres?"

"You have no reflection! You catch fire in the light! There's a difference!"

"No, my dear hunter, there is no difference. By living, we undead are sinners. But you humans are sinners as well." Kakashi eyed the corner and sighed. "A mouse in our midst?"

"M-Master Gai," came the voice as a boy stepped out of the shadows. He was dressed in the same garb as Gai, a dark green jumpsuit and a cloak adorning his shoulders. A forest green hunter's hat to match. Even the feathers seemed duplicate.

"Lee!" came the surprised gasp as Gai looked at the boy in shock. What was he doing here? The signal hadn't been sent yet!

"Y-you'd been taking so long, so I—"

"I told you to wait by the carriage!"

"But sire, I—"

Kakashi interrupted, "Well, since he's here now, there's no helping it, is there?" He looked over to the boy. "Lee, was it?"

"Keep him out of it!" Gai yelled at the vampyre.

In reply, the silver-haired man only smirked as he walked over to Gai and bent down. "Come now, I know your secrets. We vampyres are known to be telepathic, are we not?"

"I-I have no secrets!" The man retorted, his eyes darting over to Lee and back.

"Oh?" A smirk curled up on the man's face. "Is that so?" His eyes shifted over towards Lee, gleaming silver.

"Lee, get out!"

"But Master Gai--"

"I said, get out!"

"You heard your master, now be a good boy and let the grown ups talk. Ah! Megumi... perfect timing," he spoke as the girl reentered the room with two glasses of liquid. She walked over and placed the glasses onto the table in the center of the room. The red wine in front of Gai, and the blood nearest Kakashi. "Would you be as kind as to show the boy around?"

"Yes, sir," she replied in a monotonous voice before looking up in slight shock. 'Wait. Boy?'

"I'd rather stay with Master Gai," Lee stated as Megumi turned her head in the direction of his voice.

'Since when did he get there?'

"Lee, you are to go with Megumi," Gai commanded.

"But si—"

"Oh, come now, I'm sure you wouldn't mind your secret exposed in front of your darling apprentice," Kakashi purred.

"You...!"

"Sire, are you sure that it's really—"

"I SAID YES, SO GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!"

"No secrets, hm?" Kakashi questioned Gai once the room was secure again.

"N-none whatsoever." Gai stared at the glasses on the table.

"Ah, then may I propose a toast?" Kakashi picked up his own glass and held it up by its stem.

"And to what?" Gai picked his up as well.

"To the sheer fact that we've nothing between us now."

"You're still a filthy vampyre," the man replied as he clinked their glasses together before downing the vile liquid.

"And to you, pitiful mortal, for loving another man." Kakashi took a sip of his own glass, leaving a good amount of liquid to spare. His fangs gleamed in the dark as he watched Gai's reaction. The man had nearly choked on his wine, and then proceeded in flushing a deep red.

"W-what!?"

"It seems that's your favorite word, 'what'."

"Y-you can't be serious! I've never loved another man, much less any woman, though I can assure you I've been searching for a wife—"

"And yet, you've none, despite your years."

"Well, that's because I've been busy."

"Doing what?"

"Chasing after you, of course! For my revenge!"

"And why do you not take it, then?"

"I... I..." It was useless. Gai found himself at a loss for words. Kakashi placed his glass back onto the table with a small clink.

"You've been so enwrapped with the idea of torturing me that you've let your life go to waste?"

"That's not true! I've taken in an apprentice and taught him everything I know!"

"Ah, that boy? Lee, was it?" Kakashi chucked. "You seem to have a soft spot for him."

"Of course! I raised him as my own!"

"Then, incest?" questioned the vampyre.

"What!?"

"Ah, he is of age now, isn't he? Young and strapping. He's the spitting image of you when I first met you, isn't he?"

"Just–just what're you getting at?"

Kakashi's eyes flickered with the light as he looked into Gai's eyes. "Simply that you've feelings for that boy... feelings for me."

"Don't be preposterous!"

"I'm not," Kakashi cooed as he placed his hand upon Gai's chest. "You've been infatuated with me your whole life. Along that way, you found yourself at a loss of passion for women. Their bodies... useless. Their voices not as seductive as that of my scream. You've wanted to torture me, haven't you?"

"D-don't say such idiotic things!" Gai protested, but he already knew it was impossible for him to win this battle. It had been impossible for him to win any battle against this daemon.

"You've tortured yourself in search for me. Longed for me. Wanted to kill me. Heh, what silly obsessions you mortals have."

"Tch." Gai turned his face away.

"And why look away? Is it because I'm not what you want anymore?" Kakashi unbuttoned Gai's cloak, letting it slide down to the floor. "Perhaps there's another in the picture now?"

Gai's eyes widened. The daemon had the story down flat. Damned vampyre...

"Then let's pretend, my dear Hunter," Kakashi spoke as he circled behind the man. "You've obviously held yourself back for so long, this desire... have you satisfied it by your own means?" He reached his arms around the man's slender waist and slowly unfastened the man's pants.

"A-ah!" Gai let out a moan as he felt the vampyre's cool flesh against his own. Pale hands had traced their way down his abdominals and down into his nether regions.

The mortal was already aroused. Possibly much more than any other mortal Kakashi had even encountered after such a short meeting. So it was the boy after all. "Then let's pretend, my dear Hunter," he continued as he began to move his hand up and down the man's shaft. "I am your apprentice... Lee..."

"L–Lee?" the man groaned out in reply as he looked back towards Kakashi before having his head uncomfortably shifted back towards the front by Kakashi's left hand.

"No looking back. It ruins the effect. Remember, I am Lee."

"Le–leave him out of this!"

"Oh? Puns in the middle of your lovemaking? What strange creatures you mortals are..."

"You're wrong! We... Ahh... call out the names of... nngh... The ones we cherish most... ahh!"

"Then, call it out..." Kakashi's left hand began to move quicker up and down the phallus, stroking its tip slowly as he did so.

"N-never!" Gai would never grant him that pleasure.

"I'll not let you reach the highest point until you do..." Kakashi purred as he slowed his pace down.

"B-bastard...!"

"I'm still waiting for that name..." He gave a quick tug.

"Ah!"

"I'm certain the name isn't 'Ah', my dear Hunter. Now let's try again..." This time came three sharper tugs—painful, yet pleasurable at the same time.

'Hell!' Gai thought as he finally shouted out in surrender, "Lee!"

Kakashi smirked from beneath his high raised collar. "I thought so. Now you see, that you mortals are sinners as we in the eyes of your God?" He began to pump the man's shaft once again, who only moaned out a name in reply. "You see that how in your love of a man, you are condemned as I am? And the name of the one you love is?"

"Lee... Le... e..."

"Hn. Would your apprentice touch you so?" Stopping the motion for a second, Kakashi lifted his hand to his lips and licked it.

"N-no... Lee... don't stop..."

"Ah? You really have become lost in your fantasies, haven't you, my dear Hunter?" He laughed and smirked. "All right then. If it's what you wish for... your simulation of Lee's lovemaking for you..." Kakashi returned his hands to the man's member, which throbbed with life in his hands. Leaning in to the man's ears, he spoke softly. "Who is it that you're making love to? For who's sake is it that your stake is sharpened?"

"His name is Lee! Now stop... torturing... Ah!" Gai let out a gasp as he found the daemon's grasp upon him once again.

"...As you wish," Kakashi replied as he began working the man's swollen member for the final time.

It was a long while until Megumi and Lee were beckoned into the room again. During that time, they had their own talk. Of what their lives were like. Of Lee's dreams and his likes. Dislikes. Megumi even asked of his mate, to which he had only replied with the same answer as the others, "I only wish to stay by Master's side." Did he love his Master? She had asked. But to that, she received no reply. Only silence accompanied the two until they were summoned once more.

The two gave their partings. Good bye and to take care. Of course, their masters gave a much more formal reply. "Perhaps again," they had said. Perhaps. And only "again". As the two guests rode off in their wooden-drawn carriage with the black stallion horse, Megumi began her duties to clean up the glasses. However, she stopped as she picked up Kakashi's glass, which she noted was still half empty. She held it out in a gesture to the silver haired man who shook his head. "Leave it."

"It'll clot," she replied.

"Then let it harden," he replied, looking back at her. "I've always been the type to save the best for last."

"Hn." Megumi walked back into the kitchen with the once glass as she placed its twin back upon the table. 'The best for last, huh? Is that what he meant by sending me to hell? He's waiting to drop me off right when I'm at the highest? At the brink of my insanity?'

"Wrong," Kakashi said to himself as he picked up his glass and stared at the color through the flicker of the flame. "I'm planning to drop you off at the highest point of pleasure." Just like with that man earlier that afternoon. He had never truly completed the process when he beckoned the underlings to rejoin them. Taking a long sip of the glass, he then left it empty and placed it on the table. "It's up to you what happens next... Will you leave half empty or half full? Or perhaps... You'll leave this world completely empty, a mere shell of that which you once were..."