Author's Notes

Another chapter! Thanks for all your support as usual!

dreamer1084:seems you're really hopeless in bullying our taicho... but it's fine la... i know he is too adorable... wakakak... well, to me, i think Naruto is more oblivious type person... so he would only realise his emotion more in this chapter. hoho

krito1389: thanks. see whether you like this chapter too.. kaka

Prescripto13: 白Thanks, glad that you like it. I was not intending to write much regarding Arashi, but I actually might, at the end... I love having a small walk in the woods, but it only applies to cooler climate as i really don't want to feed the mosquitos. of course I don't mind feeding a vampire, if he is as handsome as Kakashi, or even An *blush*

Vi.

p.s. regarding the katana, Tsuki is actually meant moon and Sumizome is actually meant (black) ink tainted, which really fit with the meaning of An.

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Even if Kakashi has realised that his aniki and his mentor were observing him closely, he would have not the time to care. His body was screamed, embracing the presence of his lover's blood. His cells were regenerating quickly, without the presence of the disguise jutsu, he still looked like 26 years old. He could even feel the presence of Naruto's warmth, even at the tip of his digits. Every single cell of his embraced the presence of the fresh human blood. He could tell that the Tsuki was echoing the rejoice that he was feeling.

"He is really the best successor of the Tsuki, An-sama," Kazuhiko whispered by An's ear, as he was still pinned against the swimming pool wall by the latter. He pressed on his shoulder slowly, where there was a old wound that was created by the said katana. If he was not injured by the katana, he would not have been the vampire's assistant. If he was not there on that day, he would have not known some of the bitter truth that the vampire clan has been hiding away all these years. Obviously, most importantly, if he was not there, he would not have met the most important and precious man in his life.

"Truthfully, Kazu-kun, throughout all these years, I have of course doubt my judgements. However, passing the Tsuki to Kakashi isnever something that I would regret. Under the thin coat of moonstone and kyanite, the mithril core concealed an empty chamber right in the middle of the blade. When Kakashi activate the chamber, the lightening that was produced reminded me of Raikiri..." An licked the bite wound with his tongue softly, "he remind me of Sakumo most of the time..."

"Hai... It does to me too, when I took over his tutoring. But then, it was not something that we have the choice. Sakumo-san said that it was necessary."

"I know... Kazu-kun, there was nothing we could do about it... Riku-san gave me his prevision upon his death bed to me. I was entrusted the task, under the name of Sasaki..." he sighed, "no matter how much burden it has costed me, I have to see it right to the end."

"An- sama..."

"Daijoubu, Kazu-kun. I won't ever let Kakashi to know that. It's better for him to stay in the dark, unaware of the truth." He placed a soft kiss on his assistant's lips. "I think we have given the love birds enough time, let's go."

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On the other hand, Naruto was stunned by his own feelings. When he offered Kakashi his blood, he was not sure why that idea jumped out from his mind. He was not sure why he found the said vampire looked lonely, when other vampires were busy with their feeding. When he looked at An and his assistant, he did not understand why he felt that the assistant was loved. Even though it looked painful, he found the assistant's expression peaceful and loved. He could tell that the man was relaxed in the vampire's embrace and somehow he wanted to say that the man was enjoying the time with the vampire.

Obviously he did not know anything about Kazuhiko, but he trusted his instinct. He felt that he wanted to give it a go, giving his precious blood to the silver haired vampire that he has been thinking of since the day when they first met.

Truthfully, it was not as painful as it seemed. He could tell his blood flowed into the vampire' fang by the power of osmosis. He could feel the presence of the vampire clearly; not just because he was right inside of the latter's embrace, but he sensed the vampire's aura. The vampire's musky scent filled every single inch of his lung and the joy of the presence of his blood spread around them. The impulse of joy passed though his skin from where their skin rubbed against each other. The sensation was so rich that as if he was not simply giving blood, feeding the vampire; but making out with the creature. It was not a predation, but a act of coitus.

"Kakashi..." he murmured.

"I am here, Naru..." Kakashi replied quickly as he heard his name. He withdrew his fang and licked the wound clean with his tongue. "Are you alright?"

"I am fine, Kakashi... I..."

But before Naruto could pursuit his sentence, An and Kazuhiko interrupted him. "Ne... Kakashi, we have not have the chance to practice for a long while, interest to fight against me?" An asked as he drew a blackest katana that one has seen, out from its shield.

"An-nisan, wouldn't it be slightly inappropriate to use the Sumizome for this kind of duel?"

An grinned shamelessly, as he swing the sword and pointed at Kakashi, "but if I don't use my dearest Sumizome, then I doubted there's anything that can withstand the true power of the Tsuki. Don't forget, Kakashi, you were the one who suggested to use it during the selection of the nest holder of the Tsuki."

"I remembered, Ni-san." Kakashi sighed helplessly as he drew out his sword. "Naruto," he turned his gaze softly to his left, "could you stay with Kazu-nii during our duel? It's safer to stay beside him."

"Ok-dattebyo." Naruto answered and walked off.

As soon as Naruto stood next to Kazuhiko, the fight begun by An, who dashed toward the other at his full speed. Of course Kakashi could see An's move clearly and dogged graciously, and turned his attention to attack his aniki's leg.

"Daijoubu?" Naruto questioned softly, "seems they are serious-dattebyo."

Kazuhiko grinned and that his gaze never left the pair, "don't worry, is just kenbu that An-sama and I have taught Kashi-kun years ago." He studied Naruto's expression with the edge of his gaze, "He is one of our best student. I am sure that he would be okay. Besides, isn't the scenery beautiful. The contrast of black and white; the silver of the Sasaki; and the gracious movement of their body. To the Sasaki, swordsmanship is not just a way to protect and to fight. It is an art."

Naruto rubbed his head uncomfortably, "ano... I don't really know much about the art of swordsmanship..."

Kazuhiko chuckled as he withdrew his gaze from the clash of the katana, "it's an instinct. There is no need of study. Just use your heart; and i am pretty sure you actually know it without realising it. From the day when you realised that you could not remove your gaze from Kakashi-kun, your heart already knew. The way that Sasaki demonstrate their swordsmanship are different from the others. The kenbu is not just a set of movement, but also the harmony between the user and the sword." He chuckled as he realised that he has turned into the tutoring mode, "nonetheless, Naruto-kun, come and take a seat." He sat himself down on the bench, "it's not something that you can see daily. Every Sasaki have learnt the move, but not with the presence of the Tsuki and the Sumizome."

Naruto sat as he was told. He fixed his gaze on the younger vampire. Kakashi's movements were almost identical to the ones that he has been dreaming these few days. Witnessing how the vampire stretched his arm, moving his body, he could not help, but wondered how it would be like if they were intimated, the time when they were joined as one.

In some part of him was confused and deeply puzzled; but he used to react purely upon his instinct. Even though his body was not familiar with the presence of the vampire, he knew that it was a part of his soul that was screaming, echoing the presence of the vampire. Knowing more about the vampire enabled him to firmly believe in the identity of the man that he has been dreaming of; and that he would try his best to keep the relationship, if there would be one, going.