AUTHOR'S NOTE

DREAMER1084: As what I have said on tieba, see whether this is S/M? enough. lolz And for the coffin, we will have it soon, just as soon as the Sasaki leave the Konoha... All the plots are finally in place, so it's time to reveal the secrets, for which began with An's view, which to me it's kind of the easiest way to describe.

Prescripto13: Glad to hear that. lolz. And inside this chapter, you will know more about An-尢kun too.

As always, reviews please. Doumo.

Vii

p.s. LOOKING FOR A BETA FOR THIS STORY, OR OTHER STORIES, OR STORIES IN THE FUTURE ATM, ANYONE?

p.s.s. I know it was Naruto's birthday on Wednesday, not just due to work, but it's also because of my other favourite character, Minato... it's just hard to write something cheerful... somehow this year... sigh...

p.s.s.s. the meaning of Asphodel is... will tell you at the end of this chapter!

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After the visit at the perfumer, An walked though the forest to the far end of Konoha. He tightened his grips as he walked. He was trying his best to control. The memories were rushing out, they were drowning him. They were not just his own history, but also his otouto's. The sorrow, the sadness, the emptiness as well as the regrets were taking away his conscious.

When he arrived his destination, he almost dropped himself to the grave stone. "Riku-san," he murmured to the stone, "I cannot bear this anymore." He could hear the harsh laughter that was luring inside him. He was the bearer of his ancestor's sin. He sat on the grass, with his back against the cold stone.

'Naru, Naru' he could hear his otouto's voice, calling his lover lovingly, but also in sorrow. He could feel the way when the muscle fibre was cut off by the sword. He almost felt the blood splashed. As he closed his eyes, he could see the fire that was consuming the village, taking away lives that were not collected by his favorite student.

He sighed. He was the first one to arrive at the village. He ran as fast as he could. He was not sure which part he has underestimate, Kakashi's control or the foolishness of the villagers. As the leader of the ancient vampire clan, as one of the remaining oldest vampire, he knew how the human against the interaction with the vampires, but he didn't expect to here such unauthorized death penalty.

He did not tell anyone, except his assistant. The sentence just ended one century ago and the council agreed to let the young vampire to keep his relationship with the young blond, he could not, no, he refused to think of the consequences.

When he arrived, most of the villagers were dead. Only a few remained. He found a place to hide, waiting his young brother to kill all. He was not harsh, but felt pity for the remained survivors. He knew it very well, the sadness would remain among the living. He waited and sealed the vampire with a stone coffin, as soon as the last villager dropped on the ground.

He stood in front of the coffin for a whole day, without rest. He knew that Kakashi aware of his presence, however, none of them break the silence. He then decided to take away all the memories, sealed it with his curse, using his own soul as the offering.

He sighed as he rest his head on the stone. When he decided to seal the memories, he thought he could bear the pain. However, as time gone by, he knew he failed. He was affected by the emotions. "ARRR..." he screamed in agony, scared the animals in the wood. He wanted to get rid of the memories. They were too bitter. The contrast of happiness and sadness was tearing him apart. The only thing that he was relief, was that he has chosen to take the pain up. He did not want and would not even want to imagine how the young vampire would suffer. Naruto was not his lover and he never would be falling in love with the blond.

He could not held back but let his tears rushed out. His tears as well as Kakashi's. He took up the guilt of murdering the humans, after making Kakashi buried all the bodies in the most respectful manner. He always knew that the monster inside the young silver haired vampire would be a hidden danger. However, what he could do. It was necessary at that moment. He did not even have a second to think, but to agree with Sakumo's decision. He was already a carrier of the Sasaki's sin. He could not carry another one, no matter how unique, how strong he was compare with the members of the Sasaki thought out the centuries.

'Naru... My love...' An heard the whispers all the time, since there was sign that his seal was loosening. He was loss, but he made up his mind. He simply let the tears dropped, watering the white asphodel that he planted every time when he got the chance to pay a visit.

'I will be there for you, Naruto. No matter what had happened, no matter what will be happening. I will be there, waiting for you to claim me back. I will be there... No matter how old you will be, I will be there.'

'Please don't forget. Don't you ever forget me.'

'My only love.'

An closed his eyes and wrapped his arm around his body and legs. It was quite ironic. The Sasaki could be quite heartless, and cold in lots of aspect. Kakashi was different. He noticed that when Kakashi was still a boy, the son of Shirori Kiba, a genius, but a human. Even though the boy hid and tucked away his emotion perfectly, he knew that, just like his father, Sakumo, he was full of emotions.

Kazuhiko has been there, hiding himself behind one of the grave stones. He quietly followed his master from the perfumer to the grave yard. He stood there in silence, holding himself back, letting his master to release his sadness. He simply stood there, just like he did for all these years. This reminded him the reason that he decided to stay, abandoned his own family and clansman. He was not certain, but truly, he loved the vampire, who was popular, but also lonely.

He only approached the vampire leader as it was getting dawn. They needed to go back soon and the vampire has forgotten his cloak, which was rare. He pulled off his cloak and stayed still, one foot step in front of the vampire. "An-sama," he called softly. He then slowly unwrapped his cloak, covering the vampire's torso. "We need to go." He wiped the vampire's cheek dry with his handkerchief.

An leaned forward, pushing himself into Kazuhiko's chest. "Glad to have you with me. Really, Namikaze Kazuhiko, arigato. Arigato."

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Asphodel, the meaning behind it is:

My regrets follow you to the grave.