Disclaimer: I only own Cassi, not Naruto, I own a mac, the music on my i-tunes that are playing (sorta) and the anger that's probably gonna come my way from my roommate for playing it at three in the morning. But hey. She said she didn't care if I played music.

A/N: Thank you to the wonderful Wolfsredfalcon, Bashoulover, Xiaahandrus, and Kobukat (glad to see you back!) all for reviewing.

Mordicus

The air was clean and fresh except for the stench of the killer rapist's blood that was on his form and in his mouth. A mild bitter taste to it, unpleasant, yet addictive all at the same time. His form felt so weak when he had exited but now he felt all right… his eyes hurt though… the sun was causing a massive amount of pain to go through him.

Fumbling around in the many parts of his brown duster, he soon pulled out the particularly dark sunglasses and slipped them on. His breathing low and easy before he looked around and then back up at the sky with a face filled with disdain.

He missed his old decrepit church and grave yard already, but soon he would go back… for now…

Mordicus supposed he would enjoy being outside his creator's body. He let his eyes drift to the right towards the man that was holding the creature who had thought him up so long ago, and then back up towards the sky. Shutting his head he lifted his nose to the air and inhaled deeply…

It might be the last time he got to, though he highly doubted it. He opened his eyes and slowly let his head level back ahead of him as he stared at the woods than surrounded him before turning back to the two in front of him. The male he saw tense immediately as he began to walk towards him slowly. His eyes lidded behind his glasses before he crouched down a good five feet away and his fingers interlaced.

He looked down at his clothing then up at the creator with a scowl before standing to his full height again. The poor wounded shinobi flinched away as he appeared in front of him with a simple woosh of air. The vampire grinned.

He could get used to this really… but for right now, he supposed he would take care of his other duties. He moved down to scoop up the young woman before pain blossomed into his head. He stumbled back, cranium tilted back as the long arrow like blade stuck from it before he reached up and grasped it.

Extracting it from his skull, he stared at the kunai with an upset stare before looking back at Zabuza who stared back with wide eyes and reached for another blade.

"Oi!" His voice rang out, young, but an adults all the same time. He glared, "Knock it the hell off!"

Another kunai hit him in the head and he growled lowly yanking it away, feeling his skin patch up immediately and glare slowly at the shinobi before scooping the female up against his chest. He reached to her hand and grasped the small ring from it that it was so desperately wrapped around before his hand shot up and grabbed hold of Zabuza's. He slowly looked over his sunglasses at him and gave a very clear audible growl.

He wasn't surprised when he got a hissing snarl in return from behind the bandages the bastard wore. Slowly he released his hand, keeping the smaller form cradled in his arm and turning. The shinobi was about to lunge before he turned back to him with a whip of his coat, "Fine!" He watched the smaller male, only by a few inches mind you, jump back.

Grabbing hold of her under the arms, he held Cassi out like a cat, "You wanna hold her that badly, here!" He shook her lightly, very lightly, in gesture.

He watched as she almost disappeared from his fingerless gloved hands instantly and looked at them slowly before looking back at her as he had laid her on the ground. Checking her before soon pulling her up again. The baka didn't have enough strength to keep a good grip on her for the moment… slowly he sighed and then shook his head. His own sneakered feet thumping against the ground as he moved forward, towards, and then passed Zabuza.

"Well let's move then." He stated aloud, trying to get his meaning to carry in his voice. He had no patience for people really… shoving his hands in his pockets he followed the way they had come, having watched from behind her eyes.

The woods were nice, but the nice field he had to stare out in his level that laid in her head was always so much more relaxing. Nothing quite calmed him like sitting on top of an old broken window sill with his feet on the ledge of a church tower that had once been a castle. Bricks and parts of it falling apart, and already fallen. The graves quiet and nothing but his own thoughts to accompany him. His voice carrying in the wind that would come through with her own thoughts and carry them to her own conscious.

He was the 'snippy' voice as she called it… he just wished the other's talked as much as he did. There was so much to say… so much to bitch about, complain about… but she had stopped listening to the majority of them. Just him, he was always allowed to talk and always able to.

And what a fucking 'grand' role that was. He glared over his shoulder at her, he tried to help her and please her, and many times, she just wanted him to fuck off…

Well…

He was sarcastic, it was how he was made, it wasn't his fault. He shrugged lightly, deciding not to let it get to him for the time being as they came up to the cabin. The shinobi's eyes still on his back, scoping him. His hair…

He hated his hair, it was once short and cut, now it was lovingly bushy as fuck and unkempt, it was filled with knots from the wind, and he had scars on his face, like a ruroni kenshin scar on his left cheek from when glass had mixed with the wind in his area.

His grave yard was as dead as usual at home, but the castle had been wrecked a bit. And it was all thanks to that little bastard…

Gritting his teeth he clenched his hands into fists and then relaxed slowly into his thoughts, before letting those drift into a simple empty void looking at the wounded man behind him and jerking his head forward, He watched him stumble forward, tired obviously, before unlocking the door and moving in.

He stared at the door in mild detest before walking in after them.

His creation was unusual, needless to say. He knew many of the rules the vampires were supposed to have, but she had decided that in his making, that a simple rule of having to live off blood, and having the vampire abilities would suffice.

He wasn't affected by the sun.

He could enter where ever the hell he wanted.

He couldn't die.

Blah blah blah…

Then again, she did make him when she was around 10… he had been put to more use when she had entered the eighth grade… but his making had been far before that. He shut his eyes and sighed leaning against the wall where he knew she had been moments ago, arms crossing and knowing this was the exact place she stuck her tongue out at the wounded man that was dropping her on the bed in the bedroom. He knew this was where she felt annoyed, before joining Zabuza on the couch, where she wanted to hit him and beat him, only to know for a fact she would lose.

IT was disturbing being part of her mind. But he had been programmed to react, to protect… and now he was definitely protecting her from something… but it wasn't from the outside… it was from her memory. And that was scary enough. She had blocked out a few things before they were even there, but for them to specifically block this one.

They, he and the others, were all befuddled by it.

He was babbling now… he shut his eyes and then looked back ahead, eyes lidded as the shinobi collapsed on the couch in front of him. Turning, Mordicus headed for the door and then shut it behind him before looking back at the ring in his hand and then heading for the bedroom.

Of course the shinobi yelled after him, but he was ignored. This was none of his business, and at the same time, entirely his business. She knew who he was, after all, the creator knew them all by face, emotions, reactions… she had made them to be certain ways…

He grinned, when the one after him, Killer got out, it would be interesting.

After all, the woman was a beast. Slowly he grasped her hand and the ring and heard the stumbling shinobi. There was a thud of his side hitting the door frame before Mordicus spared him a glance up, eyes lidded before he let the onyx holding ring move down her finger and then sighed as it rested behind her knuckle on her right ring phalange.

Turning to him he smiled lightly digging in his pockets before a red iPod was produced and set on her stomach. He could feel the chakra flow in her body starting to slow, his form starting from the feet up began to dissipate back into air. Looking down as he almost seemed to steam, he chuckled in fascination as his body began to drift away.

Her chakra stopped, and he looked up at Zabuza before his hand waved, he ignored as it began to disappear quickly into air too.

"Ja Ne!"

His eyes shut.

And then they opened. Letting out a sigh as he stood with in the center of the grave yard, he looked up towards the sky and saw the clouds that resided in his level of the creator's mind. Right now they were white, meaning all was well, or as well as they would get. Moving he began in the broken building and up the circular steps that were always found somewhere in castles, part of it falling apart but being cement, he jumped up to the next landing with out much worry. He reached his window and threw his legs up and out it before resting them on the ledge out side of it.

Resting his hands beside him he chuckled lowly, before his shoulders shook more and his head threw back in a laugh.

To think death would allow him to become alive and give conscious to the others, to think it would make the fake become real and the real become fake. (Or of course stay real, he wasn't sure.)

Staring at the clouds, which would change colors as the day went on, and as her thoughts would continue, he felt a light gust and smiled almost happily.

Things were sure getting interesting.

Zabuza was convinced of one thing, as he had watched the male slowly drift away, body becoming something like steam or smoke as it did so and becoming part of the air.

That girl's ring was something that was either magical, or she had some fucked up blood line that produced blood sucking men that were immortal. Either way, his mind spoke one thing to him.

Valuable. She was a valuable asset to him.

He had of course been about to dispatch the bastard that had decided to stalk them when she had popped up. (It must have been the scream that lured her out, he was getting she was odd like that) And immediately made herself a target. Then when he was about to be on her, Zabuza had watched her pull off her ring.

It took a great amount of detail, which most jonin actually have, to know exactly what happened from there.

He had watched the air condense, and the man who had just disappeared from before him, appeared with in it. Starting from the head down. He had watched as he lunged and seeing the moment of opportunity to get the girl out of the way, Zabuza had moved to her and gotten a hold of her. He hadn't expected her to faint, but when she saw the man, she did.

They were connected. It was when he noticed the male attempting to approach that he tried to keep her away from him. Of course, he failed at that and needless to say, was surprised when the blood hungering man had practically shoved her to him. Annoyed with his attitude no doubt.

Zabuza himself was a little peeved, as he wasn't sure he liked the fact he wanted to make sure the girl was so safe so fast. But she was taking care of him, and as much as she annoyed him, she was company at least. He shrugged as he continued to review his thoughts.

The man followed them back, Zabuza had noticed him looking around a lot on the way. Perhaps looking for enemies? No, that didn't seem right. Shaking his head the shinobi focused again. He had followed them back, into the room. And stayed where he was. When Zabuza approached him again, he left him where he sat on the couch, and the shinobi had to quickly follow him back to the room.

And then he had put that ring on the girl's finger… and gave her the thing that was on her stomach now, before looking at him and smiling.

And then he smoked, misted, or steamed, what ever, away again, saying good bye.

The shinobi reached up slowly, scratching the back of his head frowning and shut his eyes letting out a very low growl. Sitting down on the bed beside the girl he slowly reached up, brushing hair from her face and out of the way of her glasses before looking back down at the ring on her finger that held the black stone.

She was valuable to him now definitely, but he still owed her… three times now. And he didn't like it. Assuming, which he most certainly was, that she was connected to the blood hungering man.

Looking slowly back ahead at the wall, he let himself lower and lay back, the bed against his back lightly as he stared at the ceiling now. Grimly, he let his mind wander, and then pause on a single thought.

I'm starting to think bein' dead would have been a lot less confusing than this bull shit.

A/N: Alright, chapter seven, Mordicus, up. Sorry for the errors if there are any, I'm just really tired and am off to bed. I wanted to get this up so that way I could study for an exam that I have Friday tomorrow, and not feel bad about leaving you guys waiting so long. So review, tell me what you think, as there is definitely some Alice in Wonderland crap in here. Also, if you need a reference on Mordicus, or another explanation, he does make a cameo in Research Never Meant To Be Found, the story this is a sequel of, during the rave scene in one of the chapters. Alrighty, till chapter eight, night! Hope to hear from you all before them.