Extended Ending

—Twenty Years Later—

Kakuzu hunches over the bar, sighing into his drink. It'd been so long since he'd fought any vampires; as soon as he and his pack had gotten back to the town after—what happened—there were no sign of a vampire around. The clan of their city—the largest and most well-known at that—had left for another city to live in, and probably without any werewolves around.

They couldn't afford another problem happening like the one he'd been involved in.

It wasn't exactly painful to think about. He'd lived more than ninety years before it had all happened in all honesty—did they expect something as little as heartache to hurt him? And twenty years was nothing compared to how long Kisame had been around.

Yes, it wasn't hard to live through this when comparing it to the hardships of others and how long they'd lived that way.

Of course, he'd be lying if he said it didn't hurt at all. Of course it did; he'd lost the love of his life! It not only hurt him emotionally, but his pride was hit pretty hard to. What man lets the one he loves slip right through his fingers? A pansy, that's what.

"Hey fucker, you think you can pay for this?" An empty glass was slammed onto the counter by his side, the annoying voice of the drunk next to him grating on his ears.

Kakuzu didn't look at him. "Like Hell I will; pay for your own drink or get out."

A scoff was his answer before the other pulled up a stool to sit directly at his side. "You're a greedy ass, you know that?"

"What do you know…?" Kakuzu snarls, downing his own drink before ordering another. A cold hand suddenly rested on his arm, alerting to him just why this voice was so annoying.

He'd heard it before.

"Think you could take me home, 'Kuzu…?" The purr in his voice was the same as ever.

Kakuzu's heart nearly skipped a beat.

He found out a while after they'd left just why he couldn't be with the love of his life—something about his blood and the venom getting used to it. Kakuzu was grateful that his lover knew he would be devastated if he died from something like that and decided that the wolf would rather live with the knowledge that his lover was still alive somewhere out there.

However, Kakuzu never imagined—even in his wildest dreams—that this would ever happen.

"Aren't you afraid of biting me…?" Kakuzu mutters, taking his offered glass from the bartender and drinking from it.

A chuckle in his ear tickled the drums within their depths, the chill tingling down his spine. "I've got a gag that can withstand my teeth…"

Kakuzu almost choked on his drink. "What good would that do?"

"Keeps me from biting, dumb ass." The voice was less alluring now, a biting edge coming to his tone.

Humming at the thought of all this, Kakuzu takes another swig. "Do you have any ropes to go with that gag…?"

A pause before a second scoff came. "Why do we need ropes? We're only worrying about biting here."

"So I can keep you from flailing about again…" Kakuzu murmurs, trying to keep himself from smirking at his joke—even if it was true.

"You bastard…" The amusement was hard to miss in his voice, and Kakuzu suddenly couldn't help himself anymore.

He turns to the vampire at his side. "Hidan, are you attempting to charm me?"

Hidan grins. "Like I really need to, 'Kuzu…"

Kakuzu couldn't argue with that. Minutes later, the rouge vampire and his newly found mate were exiting the bar, leaving behind a very traumatized and confused bartender for Kakuzu's apartment.