Naruto is not mine.,

Warning:

slight Yaoi in further chapters, very light. sasunaru

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Tell me if something is not written correctly. 'cause English is not my first language.

Summery: one night, Sasuke, a vampire hunter meets a stranger…named Naruto.

No flames.

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'thinking'

Talking

I have to warn you that next week, there will be not chapter because I will not be home all weekend. Sorry.

The sun was burning outside and the birds were chirping as little kids could be seen in the streets, walking to school. The sky was blue and the streets were crowded with people taking their morning walk. It was a beautiful day for everyone. Well, everyone except for a grumpy Uchiha.

Even thought his eyes were closed, the sun's rays still managed to wake him from his not-so-peaceful slumber. 'Fucking sun…' He thought to himself.

He was in pain, not enough to die but enough to make the young Uchiha wince as he tried to open his eyes. His mind was foggy and he was straining to remember what had happened for him to be in such a situation.

'It must have been the bed; it's getting old and needs to be replaced… Right.'

He was still trying to focus his eyesight with his half lidded eyes. His vision was blurry and he vaguely noticed that there were two ceilings. Or was it just him?

It was then that he remembered that god had given him hands. While his eyes finally started to adjust to the light, his tried to move his left hand and suddenly found it too heavy for his taste. He didn't listen to his protesting body and with the help of his elbows; he lifted his body a little but stopped when his head started to spin from the sudden movement.

He slowly sat up and silently ordered his head to stop spinning, but since it was his head, it was normal for it to neglect listening to Sasuke. All in all, it was stubborn just like him. He looked at his alarm clock and vaguely noticed that it was 10h15 AM. He had over slept, which was a new record for Sasuke, Uchiha don't oversleep.

When he was done talking to his own head, he looked around the very familiar bedroom and images of the events of the last night suddenly came rushing in his head.

He remembered the pack of vampires that had attacked him, and then he remembered how Naruto had appeared out of nowhere and knocked everyone unconscious. They had talked briefly before he had collapsed.

'Pathetic,' he told himself.

Then again, how did he end up in his room? Did the blond bring him here?

Where was the blond now? Why did he care?!

Only then did he remember being injured during the battle. He looked at himself only to see……nothing!

He was hurting but there wasn't a single injury, the blood had been washed away and his skin was as smooth and soft as the day he was born. It wasn't normal. A injury doesn't disappear by itself. He also noticed that he was half naked.

He suddenly heard a sound coming from downstairs as if someone dropping something onto the floor. He got up as quickly as he could from his bed, looked around his room for his weapons and a T-shirt (A/N: he was in his boxers, Naruto couldn't have left him with his torn and bloody clothes ne?) and finally found his things on a small chair beside his bed. He took one of his two swords and a black T-shirt from his wardrobe and without thinking much about how the chair got there in the first place, Sasuke headed downstairs to the kitchen.

He was close to the kitchen and he could hear a voice cursing. The death grip he had on his sword tightened until his knuckles were turning white. He placed himself against a wall just beside the kitchen's open door and looked at the opening to see who the intruder was.

His vision was suddenly invaded by a yellow thing that had jumped on him and had tackled him to the ground. His grip on his sword was no more as his lungs were crushed under the weight of his attacker. His eyes were wide and panicked.

I'm so sorry Uchiha-san! I forgot you were injured!

The man on top of Sasuke, who he then identified as being Naruto because of his hair and voice, didn't seem sorry at all in his opinion. The two of them were sprawled on the floor in a very suggestive position, (Naruto on top of Sasuke but in the Uke-ish mode) but neither of them paid any mind to it.

Slowly, but surely their eyes found each other and the two couldn't separate the connection that their eyes made. It was only then that Sasuke really looked into Naruto's eyes for the first time. They were the deepest shade of blue; so blue that one could easily lose their soul in those endless depths. Sasuke had to admit, Naruto's eyes were the most beautiful things he'd ever seen.

In Naruto's perspective though, he was thinking totally differently. The young Uchiha's eyes were not dead, yet they weren't alive either. They were only an endless black, like somebody inhabited his mind but forgot to turn on the light in those eyes.

They weren't like Itachi's because that man had the eyes of a man with no future, but Naruto knew better, Itachi was just good at hiding what was left of the emotion left inside of him. If Naruto wasn't there, Itachi's mysterious and gorgeous eyes would have been dead and his insanity would have totally corrupted him.

His thoughts were cut off as the injured man he was currently crushing started to move under him.

You usuratonkachi (Total moron) Get off me!

That was it! Even if the blond was most likely stronger than Sasuke, he didn't care because the raven haired male was a totally ungrateful bastard! He had called him a Dobe! Whatever that means. So he hit the vampire slayer on the head, but not too hard.

You bastard! I'm cooking breakfast for you and this is how you say thank you?! Geez!

In Sasuke's head, he was screaming, 'This guy is unbelievable! He's fucking whining! Whining!! And why's he cooking breakfast in the first place?' while rubbing his knew injury.

That's when Sasuke saw the blond suddenly become tense, as if he remembered something very important.

The blond sniffed the air for a second, before his eyes widened by a large fraction and he screamed extremely loudly.

Shit!! Breakfast is burning!

The second after the blond said that, Sasuke saw him running back into the kitchen and cursing with a colorful vocabulary about "stupid temes(bastard)" and pancakes. He could see smoke coming out of the kitchen and that's when the fire alarm of the mansion decided it was time for a nice cold shower. Sasuke didn't have breakfast that day.

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Sasuke was sitting across from Naruto, on the kitchen table. After the little breakfast incident, Sasuke had not-so-gently asked Naruto to go sit so they could properly talk.

Sasuke was tired to say the least, his non existent injuries were killing him. He highly suspected that this Naruto had something to do with this, and it was the perfect opportunity to know more about Itachi's whereabouts.

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