Awaiting Dawn

by SakuraMinamino

He lives for revenge. Has for centuries. Even as others grow tired of their existence, he pushes on so that he can get justice for himself and the humiliation and dishonor. But one day, he is given a slave and he is also his mate. How could he gods be so cruel? Must he suffer more humiliation? And yet, he is drawn. He can't help himself. Can he afford to be vulnerable again?

43. Prequel: Bookshop on Mainstreet

This town was quiet.

Sasuke walked down the street. The sun was not quite up yet. The sky just taking on the warm orange and pinks of the dawn side. Store owners were already preparing for the day, sweeping in front of their stores, setting up stalls, beginning cooking preparations.

There were the usual loud drunks walking home, some causing trouble, but things were peaceful. These people had never seen war. They did not know of famine. Even epidemics were carefully managed. This was all thanks to their lord, a lord none of them knew existed.

Maybe that was why he felt he did not belong in this town. Peaceful times seemed like a lie. It made people seem complacent, happy to stay in their bubbles and complain about the little everyday things when people suffered on the outside. Maybe that was why he never liked to stay in this town for long periods of time.

Despite his feelings on the town, he still went to pick up his brother whenever he was free. His master was in the middle of constructing a supernatural pleasure house. While construction was mostly done, his brother had been in charge of imparting his knowledge to the women who worked there, teaching them literature, tea ceremony, flower arrangement, instruments, and dance. Occasionally, he would also teach them of the supernatural creatures they would serve and which conversations they should focus on, and which to avoid speaking of.

He stood outside the tea house façade waiting for his brother to emerge. At times, Itachi would be late, but it was not his brother's fault. Often, his brother would find himself involved in problematic situations. That was part of the reason why he elected to meet his brother halfway, to help keep trouble away at least on the way home.

He waited for some time. The sun was already peeking over the mountains, and the streets were slowly getting more and more crowded. It appeared it was going to be one of those days where his brother was going to be late.

He settled, leaning against the building, waiting patiently. Sasuke wasn't described to be a patient man but waiting on his brother had always been an exception. As he waited, he listened to the idle talk around town. Even off duty, he was never really not working. He was always listening for information that could be used for his master's cause. Today, however, he was hearing the same talk amongst the townsfolk.

"Did you see the new book shop in town?"

"The owner is a bit strange. Do you think he's a foreigner?"

"I heard the owner is a rich merchant's son and pressured the family who used to live there to leave."

"I give it a few months tops before it closes down."

A bookshop was strange. The town was not small, but he wouldn't warrant it big enough for someone to sell literature. This was mostly a fishing village. There were a few samurai who lived here, and they had a decent number of traders, but there were few scholars or high raking people who would take an interest in such an expensive product, even if literacy was increasing amongst the common folk. He should have someone inspect it to make sure it was not harboring ill intentions.

There was a blur of someone running past, light brown hair, almost the color of straw, caught his eye. The color was so unusual the person stuck out even with Sasuke hardly paying attention. He didn't see much detail. The person turned a corner before he got a good look, but it drew his curiosity. Foreigners were banned in Japan. For one to be running around, were they bold or stupid?

Figuring there was a good chance his brother would be held up for a while longer, he decided to see where this strange person was running to or from. He was easy enough to follow. People talked about the new stranger in town as the stranger passed, all Sasuke had to do was follow the gossip.

He was led to the rumored bookstore. If he recalled, a pottery shop used to be there, owned by an elderly man. Someone must have repaired the building, it was not as rundown as he remembered and it was on the main street, making it easy to find. It was a prime retail spot, making Sasuke wonder who could have bought the store and repaired it so quickly. It had to have been owned by someone with money.

He spotted the person who had run by, he was bent over panting in front of the shop. He was being scolded by another young man. The foreigner said something that made the other smile and waved him inside.

Suspicious. Though it appeared the rumor was wrong. The foreigner looked too young and was being scolded by another. It was unlikely he was the owner of this establishment. Still, to walk about without shame, he had to be up to something.

He debated with himself, weighing the benefits of telling his master. His master had grown to be very cold and indifferent to most news. Unless there was a connection to the man he was searching for or a direct threat to his authority, he hardly cared about the goings-on around him. He could bring it up to Jiraiya, but he would just tell him to keep an eye on it and see if the situation changes. There was no sense in wasting time and resources. He would just keep an eye on it, just in case.

"Sasuke, what are you doing?"

His brother's voice almost made him jump. He had been so focused on watching the store, he had not heard his brother's approach, not that his brother had much of a presence. Itachi, dressed in a woman's kimono, complete with make-up, was the most skilled assassin in his master's arsenal. He had mastered blending in unless he was trying to attract someone's gaze. When people looked at him and realized he was a man, they either were disgusted by him or mocked him, but Sasuke could only see his big brother, the strongest, smartest, and manliest person he knew, no matter his appearance.

Sasuke's hardened eyes softened upon the sight of his brother. Only Itachi could track him so quickly. "It was nothing. I thought something was suspicious and came to investigate."

Itachi's eyes darted to the store behind him, leaning a little to see around Sasuke. "What did you see?" he asked.

Turning towards the store as well, he answered, "A foreigner. His appearance is so striking and cannot be missed. As he made no attempts to hide himself, I followed."

"Shall I investigate?" he asked. "Just to make sure?"

Sasuke glanced at his brother. It was hard to tell through the makeup, but he could tell his brother was tired. He had been up for 3 days straight, and his last feeding was over two weeks ago. Itachi worked harder than anyone, often cutting his own breaks short and taking over others' shifts or taking their missions. He needed a break. "I do not need your help. I am not a child. I am more than capable of doing it myself without your oversight."

Itachi glanced at him. Though his eyes were intense, it was hard to see what he was thinking. His face never betrayed his thoughts except when he doted on his little brother, but as this was related to work, even Sasuke could not interpret what he was thinking. "I am sure you can."

He walked ahead, going towards the bookstore anyway.

"Nii-san!" he whispered harshly, but his now annoying older brother ignored him. Sasuke debated going with him; however, there was a chance that the foreigner had felt his presence and knew he was being followed. It would be better to go another day, so he had to watch his brother go and talk to the young man from before.

His brother's demeanor changed. With his lean and almost fragile appearance, he acted daintily. Shy and graceful, no one would doubt he was high class. Whether he was a noble man's daughter or a high-class prostitute, they would not know but no one would doubt he was a woman, walking the line of both, drawing them in with a subtle charm.

His brother's acting was truly remarkable. While Sasuke was the strongest, he could not act, making him more ideal for pure stealth or fighting missions. His displeasure was always obvious on his face, and he could not hold his tongue when he needed. His master said he was too prideful and arrogant. It was true. He was too prideful to ever do what his brother did, but unlike many others, he was never ashamed or embarrassed about his brother. How could he ever be embarrassed by him?

His eyes glazed over, reminiscing the past. He could never criticize his brother, no matter what he did. If Itachi decided to kill him, if it would help his brother or bring him peace of mind, he would prefer it. He was tired of watching his brother putting his needs and happiness last.

His brother returned, the top of his fan touching his chin as he thought. There was the tiniest hint of worry or dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"Did they cause you trouble?" he asked, Sasuke asked, his eyes hardening once more as he started to feel hostility towards the bookstore.

"Not at all. They politely informed me that the store is not yet opened but invited me in for tea for the inconvenience. I saw many books inside being organized by the foreigner you mentioned. You were correct in that his appearance is quite conspicuous. It seems it is just the two of them. No women were in the house."

That was odd. Why had his brother phrased it like that? "They appear young. Would it not make sense that they are yet to be married?"

His brother stared. Why was his brother not answering? Was something strange about that book shop after all? "No," his brother answered finally averting his gaze. "I do not work tomorrow. They offered to show their book collection to us and let me have the first pick before they open next week. Would you join me as my guardian?"

Sasuke would prefer if Itachi would rest on his rare day off. Unfortunately, years of experience told him Itachi would come no matter what he said. If he went, he could at least exert some control. If he acted as his brother's "guardian", if he said they were to leave, Itachi would have to in order to keep up appearances. It at least gave him a chance to make Itachi take some of the day off. "If you beg, I might consider it."

Itachi smiled at him. Sasuke was the only one he would ever smile sincerely for. Guilt shot through Sasuke's heart. "Disgusting. You should find a wife to smile like that to."

Itachi only rubbed the top of Sasuke's head. "I am quite happy just taking care of you. I do not need another."

That was the problem, Sasuke thought, sighing internally. He swatted his brother's hand away. "Let us go. I am going to be late for my shift at this rate."

"As you wish, Otouto."

---

How his brother ran on such little sleep, Sasuke could never understand. As Sasuke dragged himself along for the outing, irritable, Itachi was perfectly groomed, dressed, with the perfect temperament. Sometimes, he wondered if his brother was even human. Little seemed to affect his brother, and he admitted, he was envious. More than envious. If only he could find out his secret.

These were the thoughts Sasuke had as he made his way with his brother to the book shop. Itachi was playing the woman's role since he had introduced himself as such, following three steps behind Sasuke. With Sasuke there, fewer men dared to approach his brother, though some would approach him to ask about him to see if Itachi was courting someone. A simple glare sent them away.

"Do not drag this out too long. You should be resting rather than going out to play," Sasuke warned, careful with his words in case someone overheard. The performance began the moment they left the manor.

"Yes, Nii-san, I will be careful." It was weird to hear his older brother say that, but his brother calling him affectionately like a wife would have been more disturbing. He still had not gotten used to this even after doing it a few times now.

Further irritated, he approached the shop's door first, knocking, a scowl on his face.

The person who opened it was none other than the foreigner-looking man, his face close to Sasuke's. The foreigner flinched, pulling back some and bowing. "Greetings, customer-san. I am Uzumaki Naruto. You must be Noriko-chan's guardian."

Sasuke's eyes narrowed at the man in front of him. Who gave him permission to call his brother chan. His scowl deepened, looking down at this rude foreigner with a cold glare, harsh words on the tip of his tongue.

Itachi interrupted before Sasuke could let the rude words pass his lips, touching his brother's arm lightly and with mild affection as a younger sister close to her brother would. "This is my precious onii-san, Tatsuya-kun."

It was unconventional for a woman to speak on behalf of a man, but Itachi played it off naturally as an excited younger sister wanting to talk of her older brother. Somehow, he still managed to maintain a mature image even while doing so, smiling gently as he introduced Sasuke before he could say something rude.

Not wanting to ruin his brother's hard work at setting up their cover, he responded gruffly, "I am Hamada Tatsuya. Thank you for taking care of my troublesome younger sister yesterday." No matter how you looked at it, he did not seem sincere in his delivery, looking off to the side. He was the perfect image of a brother dragged to a store against his will, probably because he was. This was why he never went undercover. Even with something as simple as this, he could not keep his true thoughts off his face.

"Welcome to our humble shop, Hamada-san. We are grateful you came to visit us. Would you like tea before I show you our wares?" the foreigner said with a smile. The corners of his smile seemed tight and his body unnaturally stiff. Sasuke analyzed him under intense scrutiny, wondering what he could be hiding to be so tense.

"Thank you. I am so sorry for troubling you, Uzumaki-san." His brother gave the foreigner a charming smile.

The foreigner flushed becoming flustered as he laughed awkwardly and led them inside to a small sitting room. The young man hurried to pour them tea, complimenting Itachi on his beauty and asking if there was a particular type of book he was looking for. It was so obvious he was smitten with Itachi, Sasuke thought with disgust. Unfortunately, there was not much he could do as the young man had not said or done anything to cross the line, and Itachi was acting charming on purpose to get on his good side, but something was off. Sasuke could not place what it was with his brother's façade.

"I do not see the young man from before. Are you working alone today?" His brother asked.

"Yeah," he answered with casual speech, further souring Sasuke's opinion of him. "He's a slacker sometimes but he's actually doing some important work today. We open soon after all."

Itachi gave his trademark smile that usually made men go weak in the knees. "Uzumaki-san works so hard. Your wife must be very happy to know she has such a dependable husband."

The foreigner's face turned bright red, weak to Itachi's praise as expected, but there seemed to be hesitance and a brief shadow over him as well; however, he responded brightly, "I'm not married."

"Oh," Itachi asked with fake surprise. "I'm sorry if I overstepped. I thought I saw a woman around here the other day, so I just assumed…"

"It's alright. Don't worry about it. It's only me and Inuzuka-kun here. We get a lot of curious people since we aren't open yet."

"I see."

The foreigner came with a tray of tea snacks, setting them down in front of them, a troubled expression, marring Itachi's face. "Forgive my rudeness, Uzumaki-san," he said, covering his mouth with his sleeve.

Picking up what Itachi was getting at, Sasuke took the lead. "Are you trying to kill her? My little sister cannot eat plums. How dare you try to serve her something like this?"

Sasuke raised to one knee, nudging the guard on his sword with his thumb to push the blade out of its sheath and show the blade.

The foreigners face paled, quickly taking the plate away. "I am so sorry!" He apologized. "I didn't know. I didn't mean to offend you," he panicked, unsure of what to do with the plate of snacks. "Please, tell me what you want, and I'll get them for you as an apology."

"It is alright. I do not want to trouble Uzumaki-san. You did not know," though Itachi said that, the way he said it made one feel guilty anyway. He really played the victim well.

"No, it is my fault. What can I do?" He was completely swept up on Itachi's pace, flustered and panicking to fix the problem.

"If you insist," Itachi started, hesitating as if he really thought he might bother the foreigner with his request. "If it is not too much trouble for Uzumaki-san… Manju…"

"I will get you manju!" He declared loudly, almost making Sasuke wince. "Please wait right here." He ran off, carrying the tray with him while he left.

"Leaving guest unattended. He has no manners," Sasuke said. He glanced at his brother. Itachi had dropped the act now that they were alone. His stoic face before him once more. However, his brother's emotionless expression was not perfect. He was staring at Sasuke's eyes, deep in thought as if something was troubling him. "Is something wrong, onii-san?"

His brother did not answer. He just kept staring at Sasuke's eyes. His brother suddenly snapped out of his thoughts, closing his eyes and grabbing the cup of tea that had been prepared for him. "Nothing is wrong. It appears your suspicions were misplaced. Uzumaki-kun does not seem to be a foreigner."

"You can be so sure after one meeting?" Sasuke asked.

"He has a Kyoto dialect, but his Japanese is flawless. From his speech and manners, he's likely a commoner, but Japanese nonetheless. Foreigners tend to hold foreign mannerisms even if they manage to hide their accent. He also did not seem to be trying to keep himself hidden nor is he drawing attention to himself despite the mandate by the shogunate. Besides his odd hair and eye color, his appearance is Japanese as well. It is easier to assume he is either a child of a foreigner and Japanese woman or the child of a forbidden union than someone from the outside."

Child of a forbidden union. That meant a child between a supernatural being and a human. "As he does not seem to possess an abundance of qi, he is likely fully human," Sasuke replied, not touching his cup. Sasuke was skilled at using his qi and was sensitive to it unlike other humans and the majority of vampires. His brother, with his weaker body, was not able to sense it as Sasuke could. "Should we look into his ancestry then?"

His brother had fallen silent again, earning a bit of worry from Sasuke. It wasn't normal for his brother to go into his thoughts like this. "I do not believe it is necessary, but we will stay for a while longer to make sure."

Sasuke tried to read his brother, get a glimpse of what he was thinking of, but as usual, he was unable. If his brother did not think this shop was strange, why was he acting like this? Was there something he was hiding from him? If there was, Itachi would never let it slip. He would have told him if he intended to let him know. This part of Itachi always annoyed him. After all these years Itachi still treated him like a child.

"Why make things difficult? Just burn this place to the ground. If he is up to something, the money invested in this place will be lost. If not, then it's just bad luck." Sasuke showed no remorse or sympathy in his words. So what if there was a chance the boy was innocent? He did not care. It was better to eliminate threats if there was a possibility. This was the fastest way.

Itachi did not say anything, but he knew his brother did not approve of the suggestion. His brother was too soft, always siding on the err of caution as to not involve the innocent. This was where they differed. Both of the brothers were merciless, could kill without blinking and sleep that night, but Itachi had a soft spot to those he saw as weak and unfortunate while Sasuke just saw it as being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Luck was also something you were born with. If they were unlucky enough to cross his path, then that was just their fate. If he ever was in the same situation, he too would believe that was just his luck running out.

Still, his brother's silent disapproval rubbed him the wrong way, making his mood sour. "You are too kind, onii-san."

"I have not said a word," his brother replied.

Sasuke's frowned. Perhaps he should make them leave before that disrespectful child returned.

The door slammed open, startling both occupants. The boy had returned, bent over breathing heavily, the manju he had promised in hand. For him to return so quickly, he would have had to run all the way there and back.

"Um, I brought the manju. I was unsure of what you liked." He quickly pulled off his sandals, immediately going to serve the snack for Itachi. He was still flustered as he moved awkwardly. "I apologize for what happened before."

Itachi smiled at him. "You could not have possibly known. I should thank you for the hospitality you've shown me. Could I impose on you for a while longer and see the books you have?"

"Yes!" he said energetically, his face immediately brightening. "I will go retrieve the catalog, please help yourself to the food." Again, he got up to leave.

"He really does not keep his emotions concealed, does he?" Itachi mused, grabbing the dessert offered and taking a small bite.

"Which either means he's a good actor, or he's an idiot."

The boy came back, handing Itachi the catalog. Sasuke tuned out, listening to their surroundings, trying to see if anything else was out of place. He did not see anything suspicious. The place was indeed full of books, making it unlikely this store was only a front and was actually going to rent and sell these books. He did not see anything strange. There was no evidence that more than two or three people were coming in and out regularly though it seemed only one person actually lived here. Perhaps his brother was right. Maybe he was thinking too much into this.

"Thank you so much, Uzumaki-san. I will return to pick up my order in a few days." Itachi finally said his goodbyes.

It was not soon enough. He was ready to go home. He had thought about stopping the conversation earlier, but his brother seemed to be somewhat enjoying himself, whatever they were talking about. He listened just enough for any signal words from his brother, but none ever came, so he left it. It did not feel like work anymore, but just a normal outing. Though he wished he wasn't dragged into it, if his brother managed to do something normal for once, he appreciated it.

The boy saw them off, and Sasuke ignored him. Just because he wasn't up to something didn't mean he had to acknowledge him.

"What a waste of our time," Sasuke said. He was almost looking forward to his training session with Jiraiya at this point.

"I do not think so," Itachi responded, gaining the curious gaze of his brother. "I was wondering if you might do me a favor."

A favor? From Itachi? Itachi had never once in all these years asked a favor from him. It took Sasuke by surprise, unsure of how to respond initially. "That would mean you would become indebted to me," he replied, trying to play it down like he wasn't interested.

"I see. Never mind then."

Sasuke panicked. He had not expected his brother to change his mind so easily and back down. Why had he not predicted it when he knew it was within Itachi's personality to do so. He didn't want this chance to slip by. "But since you are family and I am feeling charitable, I could let this debt go." He glanced at his brother, hoping his brother would change his mind.

Itachi looked straight ahead, and Sasuke thought he had lost his chance to do something for his brother for once. Why had he responded like that? He should have just accepted the request without being a jerk about it.

"I have been lacking new things to read recently. This town does not have many sources to gain new material. Uzumaki-san's catalog offered many books that I have an interest in. Since I work often during the day, it will be difficult for me to order and pick them up myself."

"I will pick them up for you," he said without hesitation this time. It was such a small request, yet his brother had almost not asked it of him. How much longer did his brother plan to feel guilty?

Rather than smiling or showing a sign of relief, Itachi seemed further distressed as he replied, "Thank you."

Had he said something wrong? He wanted to ask, but in the end, did not press for details. He already knew how that goes would go if he tried. Together, they walked home in silence.

---

As promised, Sasuke went to the bookstore on his brother's behalf a few days later. There was still no clue as to why Itachi was acting strange. He rubbed the back of his head. His brother was such an idiot.

The bookstore opened a couple of days ago, and as he suspected, there were no customers nearby. Really, why would someone open a store like this here?

He watched in the distance with that Uzumaki kid standing at the front, trying to draw people into the store. He smiled brightly even as people clearly tried to avoid him. This store wasn't going to stay in business long.

Wanting to get this over with, he approached. The sooner he picked up these books, the sooner he could head back.

Uzumaki spotted him. His expression brightened as he approached Sasuke. "Customer-san, I've been expecting you. Come inside, and I'll get your order ready."

He was always like that. Extremely bright.

Each subsequent visit to pick up or return books it was always the same. People avoided him as he stood on the street trying to gain customers with that bright exterior of his. With his looks, Sasuke did not know why he kept trying. Wouldn't it make more sense to stay inside and have someone else lure customers?

And yet he persisted.

Itachi's behavior toward the bookstore was still odd. After every visit to the bookstore, he'd ask, "Was Uzumaki-san there? Did you have a pleasant conversation?" It was unnerving. Itachi rarely showed interest in places or people. This was the first.

After a while, he could not help but become curious and observe this energetic foreigner-looking boy from afar before approaching. Why did he smile so much? Didn't he know what people said about him, and why did Itachi keep asking about him? Itachi even went through his books faster than usual, sending Sasuke back once sometimes twice a week, making Sasuke visit him often.

"Customer-san!" He would greet. "Could you wait one moment? I'm almost done with this customer here."

He hardly exchanged words with him. When he opened his mouth, it was always to belittle him. "So many books yet you have not learned to read the atmosphere?" "Your customers must be pleased to have such pristine merchandise. Not even the owner touches them before lending them or after for that matter."

No matter how obvious or subtle the insult, he kept smiling. The more he saw it. The more annoyed he got. Was he too stupid to realize he was being insulted or was he just like everyone else? He was probably a coward who would never speak up for himself as long as he could live. The most annoying type of person.

And yet he still could not help but find his eye drawn to him. Sometimes, the few times he waited, he would see him talk to another customer. It was odd when the store was so empty all the time, but he would talk to them about the books they were returning. His eyes would shine brighter, sparkle even, as he spoke. He would talk of the metaphors and philosophies in depth with those who were more scholarly as if he was a civil servant himself, and when speaking of just stories to pass the time with someone who read only leisurely, he would happily talk of the plot in simple to understand terms.

For some reason, when he saw them in those rare moments, it was both hard to watch and hard to look away, and sometimes, out of habit, he would walk by when he did not have to. Whenever he went by, early in the morning or late at night, he would be there, working. His boss was not even there as often as he was, maybe half, no a third of the time. Did he work as a manager?

He tried not to think about it. Why should he waste his time thinking about a human commoner who provided him with nothing? He should only focus on his missions.

And yet he still found himself in front of the store yet again as if he could not help himself.

Today was different, however. People were loitering outside the store staring and whispering at the scene that was playing out. It drew Sasuke's curiosity as he tuned into the commotion and drowning out the chatter.

A voice, slurred from alcohol though it was only midday, reached his ears. "Are you calling me a liar?" the voice said loudly.

"No sir," the voice Sasuke had grown familiar with replied, subdued. "But the book was not so damaged when it was lent out. To cover the damage…"

"I didn't damage it. So why do I have to pay for it? Are you trying to scam me?"

"No, sir. That isn't my intenti—"

"Then why are you still talking," he bellowed.

Sasuke pushed his way through the crowd, trying to get a better look. In front of the store, Uzumaki was bowed deeply to a rather heavy-set, middle-aged man. The man had a sword on his hip, signaling he was probably a samurai.

"This is the fourth incident, customer-san. I have already overlooked those incidents."

"Then shouldn't you overlook this one too? Why are you complaining now?"

Uzumaki's face was hard to see. He raised his head slightly, trying to smile professionally. "The books are a bit expensive to replace, and you said you would replace the next one should anything happen."

Without warning, the large man kicked Uzumaki to the ground. "A foreigner like you should not run your mouth. You should consider yourself lucky I give you my patronage."

Uzumaki got onto his knees, still with that irritatingly polite smile on his face. "Yes, of course, I am very lucky. Thank you for your kindness. Please allow me to offer you tea as an apology and perhaps we can work something out."

The large man scowled, nudging the hilt of his sword with his thumb, showing the blade. "You dare laugh at me?"

Uzumaki did not immediately agree, though his eyes glanced at the sword, his smile faltering. His silence only angered the man more, drawing his sword from the sheath. "Not at all."

"Perhaps I should teach you a lesson." The samurai took a step forward, raising his blade.

Enough was enough.

Sasuke interfered. Before people even realized what had happened, he was standing in between Uzumaki and the samurai, kodachi drawn and pressed against the man's neck.

It took a moment for the samurai to even realize there was a sword to his neck, only to gawk in surprise, sweat on his brow. "Lower your sword," Sasuke commanded in a low emotionless voice. His eyes however were intense. Even though the man was taller than Sasuke, it seemed as if it was Sasuke who was looking down on him.

"I-insolence. Do you know who I am? Who I serve?" The man's words wavered under Sasuke's gaze.

With a smooth movement, Sasuke disarmed the samurai, taking the sword in his left hand, followed by a backspin kick to the stomach, winding the man and knocking him to the ground. "Don't know. Don't care." To add insult to injury, he threw the sword onto the ground in front of the samurai. "Get lost."

The samurai scrambled to his feet, grabbing his sword and raising it. He almost decided to fight back, but the people around them and the gossiping changed his mind. "The daimyo will hear of this!" he declared, pointing his finger at Sasuke, but unable to meet Sasuke's eyes. He then turned to Uzumaki, "And you, you will regret this. I'll make sure this place never opens again." He glanced at Sasuke warily, who had not moved, but his presence was imposing, keeping the samurai from acting any further. With that last warning, he ran away with his tail between his legs.

With a snort, Sasuke turned his back to the retreating man. So what if he told the daimyo, Sasuke worked for the real lord of these lands. His threats held no weight. He turned his attention to Uzumaki, expecting a thank you.

Uzumaki's expression was not a happy one. His face was paler as if he was shaken. He stood, giving Sasuke a very small and modest bow. "Thank you. The shop will be closed today. Could customer-san come back tomorrow?" He asked, but he was already heading into the shop, barely glancing Sasuke's way.

What was with that reaction? Shouldn't he be thanking him enthusiastically for putting an end to that scene? Annoyed at the lack of gratitude, he replied, "Waiting will be a bit difficult as I will not be in town tomorrow."

With a slight downturn of Uzumaki's lips, he nodded. When he turned around, he had his smile, but it did not reach his eyes at all. "I'll prepare it quickly then. Please come in."

Uzumaki left the door open for him but did not wait for him. His normally warm and energetic tone had become robotic and forced. Did that idiot of a samurai really get to him?

Sasuke followed him inside, closing the door behind him, watching the young man rummaging around, gathering Itachi's books. "You act as if you are not thankful."

"Why wouldn't I be grateful for customer-san's help?" He responded without hesitation. There wasn't a single ounce of sincerity.

Why was it grating on him? Shouldn't he at least show a bit more respect to him? "Then should you not act more grateful, or are you too stupid to realize just how much danger you were in."

Uzumaki froze, his hand twitching. "I did not ask for your interference."

Sasuke narrowed his eyes. "Then perhaps I should have left it be so you could forgive him again. What is it my business if you let him keep taking advantage of you?"

"You're right. It would have been better if you hadn't." Uzumaki stood up. For the first time, the bright young man did not smile. His energetic and kind voice turned to vulgar speech as he glared at Sasuke and let out a long tirade. "What business is it of yours to interfere? Did I ask for help? If I forgive him again, why should you care? I'm just the stupid commoner. The idiotic foreigner who can't read his own merchandise, who can't tell if someone is insulting him. I'm so dumb, I can't even understand when I'm being insulted. I should be thankful this great and powerful "customer-san" has come to my rescue to protect my honor and run my biggest paying customer away. I should be thankful that the good and gracious "customer-san" has made an enemy of a powerful man who can crush my struggling store. I should prostrate myself to you and shower you with glory and praise to raise customer-san into an even bigger egotistical, narcissistic, and rancorous individual and give him a chance to gasconade and feel good about himself. You are unparagoned and so perspicacious about my situation though you know nothing about it. Thank you, customer-san. This fortuitous grandiloquent person will forever be in your debt."

Sasuke was taken back by the sudden rant, unable to even think of something to say. At his silence, Uzumaki smiled his professional smile, but the anger did not leave his eyes. "Is something wrong, customer-san? I thought, with your impressive acumen, you could follow the assiduous circumlocution of this obtuse and crude commoner."

Uzumaki turned around to collect the books he had pulled out. He shoved them into Sasuke's arms. "Noriko-san is always welcomed to the shop. I hope to see her next time. I am closing up, so could you please step out now?"

Before Sasuke could think to answer, he was outside. Not once in his entire life had he been left speechless. And never had someone so blatantly told him with such a smile that he was not welcomed back. He was rooted to the stoop of the store as he processed what had happened, growing angrier and angrier.

How dare a commoner make a fool of him, raise his voice at him? He was of noble blood. He came from a long line of warriors. His ancestors were one of the first samurai. He fount against the Chinese, Koreans, and Mongols. He raided castles, killed lords, gods, and demons. If he was not welcomed, then he would just not come back. He would just tell Itachi he was not welcomed.

Except, it was not that simple. His brother asked him of this one thing. He did not want to go back and tell him that he somehow messed this up. Was he going to let his pride ruin this?

When he met his brother that night, he gave Itachi the books and said nothing of what happened. He did not inform him of what Uzumaki had said to him, and he didn't answer his brother's question about how he was. He simply went to bed.

---

He could not return to the bookstore for almost three weeks, sent on a mission to follow a lead on master's mystery man. For years, his master sent him and others to search for clues about this man, but it always led to a dead end. This was no different. He was sent all the way to Nagasaki then Tsushima. He was then ordered to change plans and kill off a couple of families that were causing the shogunate problems.

He returned to find Itachi gone on his own mission as well. Having not rested for most of that time, Sasuke took his day off to stay in his room to rest. However, his mind kept drifting back to that little shop. He should fix the situation before Itachi returned.

Though he said that, he kept putting it off, his pride stopping him from taking any action. The boy's expression, his words, it all kept replaying in his mind as if it was plaguing him.

Itachi returned before he could fix his mistake, and seeing his brother's form, only made him feel guilty.

His brother returned in disheveled clothes, hickeys on his neck, and his skin in the middle of healing, having turned a deep black and blue.

Itachi sat on his bed, pulling out his hair tie and letting his hair down, covering some of the marks. He did not let his exhaustion show, keeping his back mostly to his young brother, going about finding night clothes to slip into.

His brother had not said a word to him, and it caused Sasuke to worry. Sasuke rolled over, fishing out the ointment and rag he kept near his futon. His brother wouldn't change his clothes here. Thankfully, it was night, so the majority of the other shadow guard was either on a mission or guarding the manor. Itachi had a habit of returning only when no one else was around.

Sasuke went to his brother's side, sitting beside him. "Undress," he ordered.

His brother was quiet for a moment then held a soft smile for his brother. "I did not mean to wake you. You should go back to sleep."

Always the same. Itachi never complained, never chose to lean on him, always kept things to himself. Even in this situation, he acted like everything was fine and that it did not involve Sasuke.

"I am too tired to argue. Just take it off."

Itachi's fingers curled into a fist in his lap, the only sign of his embarrassment and shame that never crossed his face. "It is late. Go to sleep first. I am going to the hot spring for a bit."

His brother left, carrying his clothes with him. Sasuke huffed, irritated by his brother's stubbornness. This incident must have been worse than usual.

He waited a short while before traversing to the hot spring where his brother would not be able to escape. His brother did not want him to see what happened, but he did.

He saw his brother sitting on the edge of the spring, divested of his clothing. Dark ugly bruises cascaded down his back, visible even under his long hair. His face was nothing in comparison to the damage his clothes had concealed.

Sasuke emerged, still holding the rag and ointment in his hands. His brother had tensed at his approach, knowing he was there. "Will you still try to send me back?" he asked.

He could only see Itachi's back, but he answered softly, "No." A single word and there was vulnerability in it. If his brother was standing before him, there would have never been that slip in his voice.

He sat beside him as Itachi turned his back to him. Sasuke brushed his brother's hair over his shoulder so he could see the extent of the damage. If Itachi was human, these sorts of injuries would have killed him. Taking the top off the jar he had brought with him, he coated his fingers and started to apply the cream to the injuries.

"Have you eaten these weeks?" he asked.

"One last week, and one before I returned," Itachi replied.

"That's four short of what you need."

"It was inconvenient."

"So are your injuries," he replied unemotionally. Itachi did not respond, making Sasuke feel like he was bullying him. In reality, it was a conversation they've had multiple times, but Itachi always ignored him. "You are not like the others, onii-san. You cannot skip meals."

"It will heal. Do not worry about me."

Angry, Sasuke slapped his back. Though it was light and would not cause any additional damage, he knew it would hurt in Itachi's current condition. "You are capable of doing the rest on your own."

Itachi inhaled sharply, swallowing the pain Sasuke caused.

Often, whenever Itachi went undercover, he was put in vulnerable situations. He would act like a prostitute, be subjected to unwanted advances, or have to endure being touched by men to get information. Itachi never went all the way. He set boundaries which angered many, and as to not ruin his cover he could not fight back.

Guilt ate at Sasuke's conscience. He forced himself to leave, knowing his presence would only make his brother feel worse. Itachi hated it when Sasuke saw him like that, and when others saw him, it only made the mocking and discrimination worse.

He pretended to sleep when Itachi finally returned to help Itachi keep face, but he was awake. He could hear his brother move around, grabbing a book and settling down to read.

He needed to make this up to his brother. Tomorrow, he would go back and make up for sure.

---

The shop remained closed for a week, and it was making Sasuke anxious as well as souring his mood every time he thought about it. That brat should be lucky he was even considering apologizing, and now he had to wait.

His brother picked up on his mood, watching him curiously, but not asking what was on his mind. After the hot spring incident, Itachi was a little distant. He greeted Sasuke as if nothing had happened as to not worry his little brother. The action really only made Sasuke annoyed with Itachi, so their conversations were a bit stiff and awkward.

Sasuke acted a bit more protective than usual, finding others to cover his shift while he accompanied his brother to and from work and ensuring he did not skip meals when he could, but his mind kept wandering back to that bookstore and that last conversation.

"Ah, did I have a book order today?" Itachi asked.

"Hn—?" Sasuke asked, stopping in the middle of their walk. He was accompanying his brother home, so they were walking side by side. He followed his brother's gaze, not realizing he had directed them towards the store. The message that the store was closed for now was still posted to the door.

To recover from his mistake, he brushed it off, saying he was in the mood for tea. His brother raised an eyebrow, doubting him, but followed him all the same to the small tea shop, sitting at one of the tables waiting to be served.

"Onii-san…" he started, his eyes drawing to the bookstore down the street, "What is the meaning of narcissistic?"

His brother gave a look of surprise then chuckled.

Blushing, Sasuke scowled, looking away. "Pay it no heed. I was thinking aloud."

"Do not be angry. I just forget that you have not spent as much time with literature as I have. After all, you have had no need to." He took a sip of his tea. "Did someone refer to you by that term?"

"Just an annoying person," he muttered. In all honesty, there were many words he did not understand, but that was the only one that had managed to remember. He had never felt stupid until that moment. He was praised for his intelligence and quick learning, so he had never been at a loss for words. Just remembering it made him feel embarrassed that he had let him talk like that to him and be unable to know what exactly he should be offended about.

"He must be well very well read to know such a large and difficult word; he should not be taken lightly."

Was it that impressive? "It is becoming common for everyone to be able to read these days."

"That is true; however, those types of words are not in common stories delivered to the public."

Sasuke knew that. He just did not want to admit it.

"Was this person, Uzumaki-san?"

How did he know? "Why would you think someone as low born and slow-witted as him would be the object of such praise?"

Itachi picked up the dango off the plate between them, taking a bite. "What did you say to have angered him so," Itachi replied.

"I have not said two words and you already take his side. Do you share blood with him?" Sasuke scowled almost snapping.

"Perhaps. I do not know my mother's family well," Itachi teased. Becoming more serious, his added, "You have a habit of looking down on those not from noble families. Our father was a noble, but we no longer hold such titles, Shisui-nii does. You must learn not to contribute luck of birth to ability and worth."

"As usual onii-san, you say strange things." Luck was also an ability after all.

His eyes drifted back to the bookshop. He sat up straighter then stood abruptly. "Wait here. I will be back soon."

Quickly leaving, he made his way towards the bookstore, seeing the sign gone and the door open. After so long, he could finally get this over with.

Outside the store was a cart filled with boxes. Upon closer inspection, they were filled with books. Sasuke barely spared them a glance. He was about to enter the store when Uzumaki emerged, sleeves tied back with a long strip of cloth with an apron around his waist. His brow was covered with sweat and his cheeks were flushed from exertion. Seeing the blood rushing just below his skin and hearing his heart pounding, Sasuke found his fangs aching a bit to take a bite, but he had fed not that long ago. Why was he having those thoughts now?

Uzumaki stopped himself before running into Sasuke. Seeing him, he forced a stiff smile. "Customer-san, did you change your name to Noriko-chan while I was away?" he asked, blatantly telling Sasuke he was not welcome. "Or did you finally come up with a rebuttal from before?"

With a twitching brow, Sasuke tried to reign in his anger. "I see your time away has not improved your manners towards your customers."

"Strange. I didn't know you bought something," he remarked, causing Sasuke to glare. Uzumaki had used a very vulgar way of saying you. He may as well have said bastard.

"You should save sleep talking for when you are asleep. Or is it you are still sleeping, waiting for me to wake you?"

"If I am asleep then I must be having a nightmare, so please do." Uzumaki challenged back.

Sasuke found himself grinding his teeth, trying not to let his anger get to him. He was supposed to apologize and get his brother's books, but when he looked at this boy, he tended to forget about anything else. "So you can fight back. I thought you were just good at kissing other's feet."

Uzumaki's eyes flashed with anger, but a glance behind Sasuke, he clenched his fist and took a deep breath. "I will get your order, Hamada-san, but after today, do not return." Uzumaki went back inside, slamming the door shut behind him so Sasuke could not follow.

Shit. That was not what he meant to do.

"That was oddly childish of you."

Hearing Itachi's voice, Sasuke groaned inwardly, closing his eyes in frustration. "Is eavesdropping your new hobby?"

"Not at all, but it is not often I see you arguing either. Unless you must speak to them, you usually ignore people who irritate you."

That's because they weren't worth his time. For some reason, whenever he saw Uzumaki, he grew irritated but was unable to ignore him, and he could not figure out why.

Uzumaki returned with the books, not smiling until he saw Itachi. When he saw Itachi, Uzumaki's face lit up immediately, bypassing Sasuke like he did not exist to talk to him. "Why did he look so damn happy talking to Itachi," he thought bitterly.

He waited impatiently for them to finish, unable to interfere with their conversation. There was no room for him. And when they finally did finish, Uzumaki still refused to look at him, walking past him to the cart, grabbing a crate of books, and going inside, all while Sasuke watched him.

"How troubling," Itachi said, holding his books as he walked away.

Sasuke spared one last look at the store before catching up with his brother. "What is?"

"I know I have failed to raise you properly, but to think your skills with people were lacking so severely." Itachi sighed. "How can I face mother in the afterlife?" Sasuke glared, only causing his brother to chuckle. "Come. Let us go home."

---

A long night. After staying up to keep surveillance on a visiting god for two days without rest, he was tired, and it had been short notice as well. It was dawn, and with it brought the pull of sleep tugging at him hard. He chose to walk the streets, finding keeping in the shadows with the growing light too troublesome.

The roads were mostly clear except for the business owners preparing for the day, making his journey much more comfortable. It was the last place he thought to see Uzumaki. He was walking with his arms full of packages, not able to see over the top well.

Sasuke's lips thinned. He still needed to figure out an apology. While he contemplated on how to approach the boy, a passerby stuck his foot out to trip him. Uzumaki fell, dropping the packages. The assaulter quietly laughed and kept walking, leaving Uzumaki to pick up the spilled merchandise from the mud. This guy really had bad luck.

Sasuke approached, catching a glimpse of the boy's face. His eyes were downcast and red as if he was about to cry. His merchandise had fallen out of their wrappings, paper scattered all over the muddy ground, staining them. The paper was also of high quality; it couldn't have been a cheap purchase.

He kneeled, helping Uzumaki pick the paper up from the ground. Uzumaki had a small look of surprise but did not speak, rising with the paper and inkstones in his arms. Since the paper had warped, it no longer stacked well and he struggled to carry it all, so Sasuke took half. "I can carry it," Uzumaki mumbled, trying to take it from him, his gaze not even reaching Sasuke's eyes, but Sasuke only held it out of his reach.

"It is just to your store, right?"

Uzumaki hesitated at first, but he nodded, guiding the way.

They walked in uncomfortable silence, neither speaking. Neither knew what to say to each other. They just seemed to rub each other the wrong way. It was an actual relief when they arrived, and Sasuke could give him the rest of the packages.

"Thanks," he said. Since Uzumaki had blown up at him, he had been speaking too familiarly and that did not change even when he said his thanks, but rather than get upset for the lack of respect, Sasuke took the small olive branch.

"My onii… my imouto does not have a strong body," he said, fixing his mistake. "Making the trip here is a bit difficult for him."

Understanding the situation, Uzumaki said, "Wait here," going inside with his purchases. He returned with two small parcels. "I picked some of this up at the market yesterday and bought too many. It will be good for Noriko-chan's health. As for the book, it's something that came in recently. It's a collection of war stories from a soldier. I don't know if it's true or not, but you may like it. It's not overly complicated but has a lot of good emotions I think you'll identify with."

Sasuke took the packages, quietly relieved that he was allowed to come back to pick up Itachi's books again. "I'll have his next order for you by tomorrow."

"Then I'll see you then. If you will excuse me." Uzumaki closed the door on him.

It was probably the first civil conversation they had managed to have since meeting. He was still thinking about it even as he got home and gave Itachi the gift Uzumaki had provided for him. It was kyoho. Itachi was pleasantly surprised Uzumaki had thought of him and spent the evening peeling and eating the fruit with Sasuke as they read their new books. He had been doubtful at first, but the book was actually very engaging and easy to understand.

As a warrior himself, he understood the struggles and feelings well, thinking back to his own similar experiences from his younger days. At times, when you were suffering in battle and morale was low, you questioned your purpose in the fight and ask why you were fighting, knowing it was not really your war, but someone else's. These days, he had a purpose. He served his benefactor who took him and his brother in. He fought to help complete his master's goals. That was his purpose, and it did not waver, but the feeling he had back then, he could not forget, for they were the moments that helped him understand his own values and identify his own goals.

Since he enjoyed the book much more than he had thought he would, he considered asking for another recommendation when he returned with Itachi's new order. Books had changed quite a bit since he had to read them as a child.

As usual, Uzumaki was there. Inside, he was talking to a small child. The child was dressed in rags, covered in dirt, and smelled horrible. Likely an orphan who lived on the streets, best ignored else they would follow you for more or steal from you when you weren't looking. Why was Uzumaki talking to someone who could obviously not afford a scrap of paper let alone a book?

Uzumaki spoke in a soft, soothing voice, handing the small child a book wiping away some rice from the corner of the child's mouth. "If you have any trouble, come back we can go over it together, okay?"

The child grinned, nodding furiously. "Thank you, onii-san," he bowed before running towards the exit. Seeing Sasuke, the child became timid, slowing down and keeping his head down as he carefully went around him as to make no contact. At least the kid knew his place.

Uzumaki saw him, his face becoming stony, but not chasing him out this time. "I'll get your order," he said, staying strictly on task.

"Are you so financially well off to be giving out books so easily?" He knew as he was saying it that it was not said well. He meant to make conversation, but it sounded more like an insult.

Uzumaki's reaction verified that he took offense, his posture becoming stiff as he replied tersely, "The book is in bad shape and cannot be lent out. It's of no loss to me."

Damn, he did not mean to start another fight. "I…" he stopped himself unsure of what he should say. Was talking always this difficult? Itachi always knew what he meant.

"I know you didn't mean anything of it," Uzumaki said, giving him the books, shoving them into his arms a bit harder than necessary. "Thank you for your patronage."

Business done, Uzumaki was ready to ignore him again, ready to go back to the pile of returned books at the counter.

"The book you recommended me was not bad," he blurted. "Since your taste is not horrible, I would not mind if you recommended another."

Uzumaki turned back to him, a bit surprised. He was not the only one. Sasuke had not thought to ask him like that. He was having a hard time keeping his gaze steady and his head tall, putting on his arrogant air. Uzumaki's face visibly softened as a small smile warmed his face, bringing that small spark back into his eyes. "I think I can find something."

For a moment, Sasuke's thoughts stopped, mesmerized by him. It was only briefly. He grabbed hold of his senses seconds later, choosing to wait outside.

As he waited, he pushed that strange moment aside, choosing to ignore it. Uzumaki came out with a new book, Sasuke paid for it, and left.

He found himself thinking about that smile and how it lit up his face. Why did a simple request make him smile like that?

It bothered him, like an itch he needed to scratch, and gradually, he found himself watching the store, observing the boy from afar.

He was surprisingly expressive. That other employee, the one named Inuzuka, Uzumaki was most expressive around him. His expressions were wide, his voice was loud and boisterous, and they engaged in roughhousing often. It was a side he had never seen before, and it soon became clear that Uzumaki was not as quiet and well behaved as he acted in front of his customers. He could be rowdy and act the fool. He slipped into rougher speech using vulgar words but never used them as an insult. He seemed freer, but there was always something that made it seem even that was somewhat of an act.

After being insulted the way he was, Sasuke knew Uzumaki was better than that. Uzumaki had an extensive vocabulary. He was not as uneducated as he had first appeared, he just seemed more comfortable acting a certain way.

And yet when it came to those who tried to cause him trouble, he still did not fight back. He quietly took it, keeping a smile all the while. Whenever Sasuke saw it, it made him angry. The boy had a mouth on him, why did he not use it. He almost stepped in a few times but refrained, recalling what happened last time. What good would it do to drive more customers away?

Sasuke found himself at the store once more after a mission, watching the storefront from the shadows. It was late at night and the streets were deserted. There was nothing to see. Nothing to observe. Just a dark store closed up for the night with no movement inside. And yet he was there.

He felt lightheaded and lethargic, a sign he was overdue for a feeding. He should eat and go home and check up on his brother before he went to sleep. He should not have come in the first place, but he felt like he had to come and make sure the shop was still there.

Why did he even care, he thought rubbing his tired eyes. He needed to stop coming here. He was sure his brother had a new list to give him when he returned. He could come back tomorrow evening before the store closed.

He backed into the alley, thinking of where he can grab a bite to eat. Hyuuga did not like them eating within the town. Whenever they did, they had to fill out a bunch of paperwork to keep track of it. They couldn't make it obvious there were a bunch of vampires in town. It was preferred that they ate while they were out on missions. The farther the better.

His hunger made his thoughts derail frequently. It was hard to focus now that he let his guard down upon his return. This town had been extremely safe the past 200 years. With this being a part of Seiryu's territory, not many with ill intentions made it all the way here. On the occasion that they did, guards on the borders usually stopped them. It was his carelessness that almost killed him.

As he rounded the corner, taking the backroads, he did not notice he was being followed until he sensed the bloodlust surge. He did not even have a chance to pull out his weapon. The attack was quicker than his eyes could follow and faster than he could react. A dagger pierced his throat, and another went through his back, hitting his spine and paralyzing him.

His body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground in a heap, falling onto his side. Inwardly, he cursed, trying to get his body to move as blood flooded his mouth. He could not even cough with the dagger piercing his throat.

A shadow fell over him as someone approached. All Sasuke could do was move his eyes, completely defenseless. Even with his carelessness, wasn't this too much? Who was strong enough to take him this much by surprise?

"You have chosen the wrong person to harass," a voice growled.

Flaming orange hair came into view first, then the glowing, red, animalistic eyes. One by one, foxtails, glowing and radiating with power became visible behind the silhouette of the man coming towards him. A demon. And a powerful one at that.

He tried to talk, wishing he would heal faster, but it was for not as the demon drew the sword on his hip. "Let this be a warning to your masters, anyone who tries to harm that boy will not get far." Before Sasuke could even question what that had meant, the demon drove his blade through Sasuke's skull.

He blacked out.

When he regained consciousness, his head was pounding his thoughts disoriented and blurry. He turned his head, seeing the daggers that his body had forced out while healing beside him. His memory was hazy as the need for blood became the prevalent thought. He needed to eat. He could hear it. The pounding of someone's heart nearby. The rushing of their blood. The sweet, enticing scent.

His body rose from the ground silently and methodically, fixating onto the sound. He did not move like a human, his movements unnaturally smooth and graceful as his attentions fixated onto that scent. He should go to it. It was calling for him. Just a little taste.

His thoughts seized as his predatory nature took control, his humanity forgotten. That one, that scent, was going to belong to him.

---

Sasuke groaned, blinking his eyes open groggily. His head was pounding, and his thoughts were struggling to get into focus. Ha laid there as he tried to pull himself together his thoughts into a coherent mess instead of an incoherent one. Slowly, he pulled together details of what happened. He had been watching the store. He was attacked. As for after that, he was drawing a blank.

He worked through the hunger pains, taking in his surroundings. He was tucked away in a futon in an unfamiliar room. The room was a little shabby, but it was hard to tell with the mountain of books pushed up against the walls.

Books.

He slowly stat up, letting the blankets pool at his waist, allowing him to notice that his clothes had been removed, replaced with a yukata. Searching the room again, he spotted his clothes. They were neatly folded off to the side, his pouched and weapons placed neatly beside them.

Exhaling heavily, he ran his hands over his face, trying to push the thought of feeding from his mind. Last night was hazy and it felt like he was missing time. That would normally mean he went into a blood craze, but he was still hungry. Did he not eat?

Still unsure of where he was, he rose from the futon, noting that it was dark outside. Either he woke up soon after the attack or he had been out for over a day. Given that the former was unlikely he had to assume the latter. Itachi was probably worrying about him. The rest of the team should have returned by now.

Quietly, he pulled open the door, leading into the rest of the living space. Calling it a living space was being kind. The small space was piled with books upon books with stacks almost as tall as Sasuke. There was barely any room to walk. He was aghast with the disorganization. So, it was not surprising when he found the owner of the house, slumped over a table fast asleep.

Uzumaki was sound asleep, snoring and drooling over the papers under his face. It looked like he was in the middle of writing before he fell asleep. It was likely the idiot would wake up with ink on his face. Sasuke smiled a little at that. Curious as to what the boy was working on, he leaned over his shoulder, glancing at the mess around him.

It appeared he was working on some sort of manuscript. Books were open around him for reference, various pages marked. Some of the books were in Chinese, Korean, and even Portuguese. To think he was so well versed in so many languages, especially with the closure of the country. Glancing to the side, there was a stack of his completed pages. It was quite thick. He was probably almost done with it.

If he worked sunrise to sunset, then when did he have time to even do this? Did he even eat and sleep properly?

Sasuke glanced around the room once more. He supposed he should do something for the kid in repayment for bringing him here. Rolling up his sleeves, he got to work.

---

When Sasuke returned home, he was confronted by his brother. As expected, Itachi had been too worried to rest until he came home safely, so he was chewed out when he came after missing for two days. When asked what happened, he could barely give his brother an answer. He vaguely remembered his attacker, but he was unsure of who, what, or why he was attacked. Not wanting to worry Itachi, he kept the information to himself until he could find out more.

Itachi wanted him to stay home for a couple of days, but the moment Itachi left for work, he found himself leaving to go back to the store. He reasoned that it was because there was that suspicious person hanging around Uzumaki's store; however, when the store and therefore Uzumaki came into view, his thoughts were focused solely on the shop owner sweeping his storefront and greeting the people around him.

Uzumaki looked up, their eyes instantly meeting. The young man's face turned a deep red, his movements stopping.

Smirking a little, he approached.

Uzumaki looked like he wanted to retreat, taking a step back as his face turned a deeper red. His mouth gaped as he struggled to find words. "Hamada-san, how's your health." He stumbled over his words finally able to look away.

"I am better now. Thank you."

Uzumaki glanced at him through the corner of his eye, drawn in by the softer tone, Sasuke had used with him. "You could have stayed until I woke," he muttered.

"I left you a note," Sasuke replied.

Fascinatingly, the tip of Uzumaki's ears turned red. "You did…. Do you… not remember what happened that night?"

"That night is unclear. I do not remember much after I passed out." Sasuke watched Uzumaki's face show a little disappointment and embarrassment. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Wrong? How could you do something wrong? You were ill. How could I blame an ill person?" Uzumaki turned his back to him quickly. "I'm closing up shop early. Did you come with a new order?"

Sasuke put his hand on the door, keeping Uzumaki from opening it and trapping him with his body. Uzumaki's back was warm, and his smell was drawing him in. Did he always smell this good? "What did I do?" he whispered, his breath on the back of Uzumaki's ear. The delectable smell got stronger.

Uzumaki did not speak, his hand paused on the door handle.

"Uzumaki-san?"

Uzumaki flinched at his name being called. He pulled his hand away from the door, the motion catching Sasuke's attention. Sasuke grabbed the wrist, raising it and letting Uzumaki's sleeve fall, revealing more of the bandage he had caught a glimpse of. Irrational anger filled him as he growled, "What happened?"

"N-nothing," he stammered.

Sasuke's eyes narrowed at the man trapped between him and the door. He lowered his head, bringing his lips close, almost brushing the edge of Uzumaki's ear. "I thought we had grown closer lately. Is it really that hard to tell me?"

Uzumaki shivered against him. The scent was wrapping around him, intoxicating him. Just a little nibble, he thought.

"Naruto."

Sasuke froze at the sound of the deep and chilling voice behind him, instinctively letting go of Naruto's wrist. Naruto also reacted, slipping away from Sasuke, ducking under his arm, and peering around him.

"Aniki!" he replied enthusiastically, his cheeks flushed red with a large smile on his face. Naruto ran over to the person, ditching Sasuke who was still frozen in place. The bloodlust aimed at his back, he would not have been able to forget it if he tried.

Slowly he turned around, seeing Uzumaki chatting with a man happily and energetically. The mystery man was tall with long black hair that was wild and untamed, thick like animal fur even in its ponytail. His dark black eyes looked at Uzumaki fondly, placing his hand on Uzumaki's head as one would for an adorable young brother, but when he looked up, his gaze was fierce and deadly. Those eyes did not belong to a human.

"Is this man bothering you?" he asked Uzumaki, though his eyes were glaring at Sasuke.

"What? No, not at all," Uzumaki quickly corrected him. "He is a customer. He wasn't feeling well is all."

Uzumaki lied with ease, trying to appease this demon. A strong one at that. Despite Sasuke's displeasure at their apparent closeness, he could not approach, feeling wary of him. There were not many who could make Sasuke hesitate in battle through sheer presence. How did Uzumaki know someone like him?

"If you say so, kid," the man smiled at Uzumaki. "Close up shop, and let's eat."

Uzumaki nodded, doing exactly what the man said, sending Sasuke away after getting the new order. Sasuke could only watch unable to step in. Sneering, Sasuke returned home, trying to think of a way he could separate Uzumaki from that nosy demon.

---

What was he thinking?

The first time Naruto's eyes laid on Tatsuya, his first thought was how handsome he was. Pitch black hair and enchanting silver eyes, he had never seen someone who appeared as if the gods gave all their love and attention to his appearance. Besides his eyes, everything about him was the embodiment of what Naruto thought a Japanese noble would look like. That was until he opened his mouth.

Tatsuya's comments reminded Naruto quickly of his place. He spoke with the arrogance, the confidence, and the style of a noble. Combined with his little sister's charm and elegance, it was hard to say that they were not nobles. So he bit his tongue, kept a smile, and accepted his harsh words.

As time passed, he did wonder about them. He could not find a noble family with two children named Tatsuya and Noriko nearby. In addition, something felt off about them. He had only met Noriko a handful of times, but the clothes and accessories she wore were too subtle as if she did not wish to stand out or be seen as someone with money. And when she was beside her brother, Tatsuya's behavior was awkward. He did not act like Noriko was his little sister. Noriko spoke and acted as she pleased, though, on the surface, she appeared to mind her brother's words and actions.

On the odd occasion that Noriko touched him, Tatsuya seemed bothered, but not in the way an older brother would with their younger sister's improper actions. Tatsuya was protective, but only when Noriko seemed distressed first.

In fact, the majority of the time, Tatsuya was well behaved in front of his sister, not speaking or interfering at all. Even when she spoke of complicated subject matters, showing off her intelligence, he let her, not once reprimanding her for speaking of unladylike topics or claiming it was man talk. He treated her as an equal if not above himself.

Naruto, being an outcast himself, was not used to speaking with women. He could not help but become flattered that Noriko paid him attention. She treated him like everyone else, which was new and refreshing. So he felt bad when he suspected there was something weird about her, but he could not just shake the feeling. If it was just to ease his guilty conscience, he was willing to continue working with Tatsuya despite the man becoming a growing irritation.

When he snapped at Tatsuya, he was having a really bad day. His business was struggling, and he was trying to think of a way to keep it afloat. Honestly, it seemed like a lost cause. When Tatsuya chased his biggest paying customer away, he felt like he had lost all hope. Leaving Kyoto, he thought things would be different, but he faced prejudice here as he did back there. At the time, he thought why he should keep taking those words from Tatsuya. So what if he lost one more customer? It was all going to fail anyway. Why shouldn't he fight back?

He thought Tatsuya would be angry. Instead, he seemed stunned, and he left rather quietly. The next day, he received an anonymous donation. Though worried about where the money came from, he was desperate and used it anyway. He spent time worrying if someone was going to ask a favor from him, but no one ever stepped forward. Still, he tried to save money in case someone asked for it back.

He did not expect Tatsuya to come back and buy more than he had before. Though Tatsuya still said cruel things, Uzumaki began to notice a few things.

Tatsuya was not good at talking with people. In fact, it seemed like his first instinct was to say something that could come off as insulting. Even if he regretted his words, he had trouble expressing his regret and was unable to find words to apologize as if he never had to and was not sure how to even begin. His expressions were limited, but when Naruto began to notice his hesitation and regret, doing his best to think of a way to apologize, and often failing, Naruto started to find it a bit endearing.

His actions spoke more than his words anyway. There were people who spoke kindly to him, but if he dropped something or was being bullied, no one would intervene, pretending not to see him. Many tried not to be seen with him outside his shop. They did not want people to think they associated on a personal level. Inuzuka was a good friend, coming to help with his store when he had time, but even he tried not to meet outside the shop too often, worried about his reputation. Even more so now that he was seeing someone. Being friends with him could hurt Inuzuka's chance to marry that girl. Besides his aniki he met in Kyoto, Tatsuya was the only one who came to his defense and stopped to help him carry things, not ashamed to be associated with him in public.

He also noticed one other thing, late into their interactions with one another. Tatsuya preferred it when Naruto fought back. Whenever Naruto lied, putting on his usual business smile and flattering words, Tatsuya seemed to be put into a bad mood, his words becoming harsher, but when Naruto fought back, he seemed almost satisfied, happy even. Even if Naruto got carried away, intentionally using large words to make him feel small, Tatsuya almost seemed proud of him, relenting his arguments, his cheeks having a slight dusting of red. He even usually picked up an extra book or two when he did. It was unusual.

It was also cathartic. He did not have to act the fool like he did with Inuzuka to make him feel comfortable or humble himself and struggle not to get angry as he did for everyone else. He could be angry and show off his intelligence. He often forgot about other people around him when they argued. It was just him and Tatsuya. Tatsuya was also picking up more words and getting better with his comebacks to Naruto's extensive vocabulary. Naruto was beginning to anticipate how Tatsuya was going to reply to him.

But their statuses were different. As much as Naruto wanted to approach as a friend, he remembered that little fact. Naruto drew the line. He would withdraw first when it felt like he was tempted to become closer.

But it was Tatsuya who crossed it first.

Naruto was walking home late one night when he saw a man in an alley. He debated walking away. He did not want any trouble; however, he could not ignore it. Not when he was the one in the alley in the past, beaten and wishing someone would stop by to notice and help him. He approached with caution, calling out hesitantly.

He did not expect to see Tatsuya. Just from a glance, Naruto knew something was off. Tatsuya's movements were not right. He would stand exceptionally still until he moved in which it was with inhuman grace. His eyes were locked on him like a predator, its silver intensity locking Naruto into place. He did not say a single word to Naruto as he approached, his footsteps not making a single sound.

He called to Tatsuya, but there was no reaction. It was eerie, and yet he did not feel afraid. He did not know why he did not move. Tatsuya touched Naruto's face, gently with one hand, his thumb caressing his cheek as his other hand grabbed Naruto's hand, bringing it to his mouth, but not touching.

Naruto's heart felt as if it was going to beat out of his chest as he watched Tatsuya's lips trail down his arm. Words failed him. He had forgotten how to speak. His heart jumped to his throat when Tatsuya's lips touched brushed his forearm, tongue darting out to have a taste.

He should pull away. Something was wrong with Tatsuya. He wasn't himself. And yet Naruto did not pull away. Rather, he quietly urged him on as if he wanted Tatsuya to bite him. That being said, he had not expected him to actually bite.

Pleasure shot through him. He even moaned aloud despite himself. The pleasure went straight to his groin. Tatsuya wrapped an arm around Naruto's waist, pulling him closer, holding him possessively as his tongue ran over the wound. Those intense eyes never leaving his as if Tatsuya planned to devour him.

Briefly, Naruto thought it was okay. He wanted to be devoured by this man.

Then he collapsed. Falling into Naruto's arms, completely unconscious. The tone had shifted so suddenly, it took a moment to realize what had all happened.

Eventually, he realized how serious the situation was. Should he leave him here and just pretend he had never seen him?

In the end, he brought him to his home. As he changed Tatsuya out of his clothes, he noticed a large amount of blood on his clothes. Though there were holes in his clothing, Tatsuya seemed to have no injuries, and yet, he was completely unconscious.

Naruto bandaged his wound, now having time to think about everything. The clothes and weapons Tatsuya had were not something a samurai would carry and wear. They were something an assassin would have though. Then there was the fact that Tatsuya had bitten him.

Naruto was well-read in foreign literature. He had heard myths of beings that fed off human blood. In fact, it seemed many cultures had such myths, but he never thought they might be real. Until now.

He tried to dismiss the idea, but those silver eyes stuck in his mind. The way Tatsuya had looked at him tonight, it was hard to say it belonged to a human, even a crazed one.

If he was, he did not know what he was going to do. If he was an assassin, Naruto was in trouble regardless. There was no way he was going to let someone live knowing his secret.

He went over his options many times while watching over the sleeping man. He could kill him now or try to dump the body. He tried to convince himself it was for the best. He should not invite trouble, .and yet, he could not convince himself to abandon him.

So he stayed vigilant, staying awake, hoping to be there when he woke and get a feel for the situation. After an entire day and night, he could not stay awake any longer. He fell asleep.

When he woke, Tatsuya was not there. He nearly panicked, wondering if Tatsuya was going to come to kill him. As he tried to find some liquor to calm his nerves, he noticed the house had been thoroughly cleaned and a note had been left for him.

Your house is a mess. I suppose it matches the owner. I will stop by once in a while to help clean. I am in your debt.

Naruto stared at the note. Was it a threat? That he was going to keep an eye on him to make sure he didn't say anything?

It kept him on edge. The entire morning, he anticipated when Tatsuya would come. He was walking on eggshells. He felt Tatsuya's eyes on him. He looked up instinctively, fearful, but seeing his silvery eyes on him, he forgot all about that. The pleasure the bite had caused, that he had pushed to the back of his mind, came to the forefront. The pleasure was something he had never felt before, weakening his knees, and turned him on.

His face turned instantly red. Tatsuya seemed back in his right mind, but things were not the same. While not threatening him, the way he pressed up against his back, his breath on his ear, it seemed sensual instead.

Just recalling it brought a blush to Naruto's face. He shouldn't be thinking like that.

"What's wrong, kit," Kurama asked, walking beside Naruto as they toured the market. "You've been too quiet."

Naruto snapped out of his thoughts, looking up to his aniki. His aniki had an odd name, named after the mountain near Kyoto where they had first met. He never understood why Kurama had approached him out of the blue, but he had been kind, watching over him for nearly eight years. Though they did not share the same blood, he felt like family.

"It's nothing. Just have lots to think about. I'm a business owner now after all." Naruto grinned at him to get him to stop asking, but Kurama did not fall for it, eying him suspiciously.

Looking forward once more, Kurama asked, "That man back there, do you know him?"

Naruto's ears turned red. "He's just a regular. He has been unwell lately."

"Was that situation back there part of him being unwell?"

"Kind of," Naruto trailed off. He did not like lying to Kurama, mostly because Kurama seemed to always know when he did. "He was sick in an alley a few days ago. He accidentally bit me."

Kurama stopped, turning towards him and grabbing his shoulders. "He bit you?"

Naruto nodded, a bit in shock at the serious voice and expression. "Yeah," he said slowly before quickly adding, "It didn't hurt. He was delirious is all. He even helped clean up my home as an apology."

Kurama grabbed his chin, tilting his head, examining his neck. Frowning, he let go. "From now on, don't be alone with him. I don't like how he looks at you."

"How does he look at me?" he asked, looking at Kurama innocently.

Kurama's lips thinned then quickly walked away. "I'll tell you when you're older."

"Aniki!" he whined following behind him. The only response Naruto received was a head pat and no answers.

---

He did try to listen to Kurama. He was still uneasy when he thought of Tatsuya, which, now that he thought about it, was probably not his name if he was an assassin. He had not found anyone by that name when he asked around before. He tried not to be left alone with him, but it was hard.

Tatsuya did come to clean his house twice a week. He tried to turn down the help saying he was busy with the store, but he just did it while he was at work. Honestly, it was kind of nice. He was often so busy he had no time to clean at all. Sometimes, he would forget to eat. In addition to cleaning his home, Tatsuya would make something for him to eat too.

He tried to watch his words, trying not to anger the would-be assassin, but when Tatsuya arrived or when he left, Tatsuya seemed to always pick a fight until Naruto forgot about that and were spitting insults at one another which always ended with Tatsuya looking satisfied. Tatsuya would leave, and Naruto would return to his living space above the store to see a warm meal prepared for him. It was hard to stay mad seeing that. Rather, it was hard to even stay wary of him.

Sometimes, at night when Tatsuya came down after cleaning and there were few people around, he would remind Naruto the other reason why it was hard to be alone with him. He would stand closer to Naruto than necessary, his voice would get lower, then do things, like grab something from his hair, brushing his cheek in the process or grab something behind Naruto, bringing their bodies extremely close. It reminded Naruto of that night in the alley, and he felt anticipation.

He tried to push it away from his mind, but those days, when Tatsuya did things like that, it left him confused, and it leaked into his dreams, replaying those nights over again, his body remembering the pleasure he had felt. Something was definitely wrong with him.

He sighed heavily, carrying a few packages in his arms. Business seemed to pick up lately after Kurama's visit. Not much, but enough where some of his worries were put to rest for now. With the increase in customers, he was able to buy new paper sooner than expected since his last batch was ruined.

He did not take a short cut this time, wanting to avoid any more weird encounters in alleys at night. It did take longer, and it was by the newly built tea house. The construction of it was strange as it took an extremely long time to finish, and sometimes, he saw strange people go in and out.

Well, it wasn't his business.

He quickly walked past it, ignoring the sounds coming from inside. He breathed easier, rounding the corner and picking up the pace to get home. However, a few buildings down, in the shadow of the bathhouse, he saw a maiden squatted, hand to her chest.

He shouldn't get involved this time, he told himself. Last time, he was literally bit, but he could not pretend he saw nothing.

Cursing himself and hoping this went better than his last attempt to help someone, he approached, hearing short, quick, wheezing breaths coming from her.

"Um, onee-san, are you alright?"

The woman turned her head, revealing it to be Noriko. Why did he always run into this family in the middle of the night?

"U-zu-maki-san," she struggled to say. Even in this lighting, she looked pale and pitiful.

"Wait here, I'll fetch a doctor."

He tried to turn and run, but Noriko's surprisingly strong grip on his clothes stop him. "I'm. Fine. Can… your place… while."

Naruto was ready to say no. Not after what happened with Tatsuya. But if there was one thing he did know about Tatsuya as fact, it was that he cared for his little sister. It appeared he was not lying that she had poor health either. He could not leave her here on her own.

Hoping this would not bite him later, he carried Noriko to his home. Despite how he looked, he was quite strong from picking up large stacks of books every day. He got her inside, placing her down on his futon. He planned to bring a doctor here, but she would not let him go, clutching his sleeve.

"Can. Help." She pointed to her obi which made Naruto's face turn as red as a tomato.

"No. No. No. I can't. I should get a doctor. I mean, your honor," he was stumbling again. How could he undress her? Tatsuya would kill him.

"Can't," she could not even finish speaking.

He glanced at the obi. Even if he went to a doctor, it would not matter if she could not breathe. Cursing under his breath, he looked away as his hands fumbled to undo the obi without looking.

He finished quickly, folding it as he said, "You should lie down."

Noriko only shook her head. Her hair had fallen down at some point, making her just look small and pitiful. "It… becomes worse." She tried to explain. "Can you rub my back," she rushed out quickly to finish in a short breath.

At the very least, Naruto did not hear the wheezing anymore, but the request made him very uncomfortable. It was already bad enough an unmarried man and woman were alone at night, and her brother was likely an assassin and possibly someone who fed on blood. "A doctor would be better."

"Please." Noriko was already opening her kimono, lowering the top half with difficulty.

Naruto glanced over, trying to do the gentlemanly thing and keep his gaze mostly up, but rather than holding the front closed and adjusting the kimono to show her back, she had let the top fall completely. At first, he was speechless, but the look of pain on her face just made him nod.

He shifted over, putting his hands on her small, frail-looking back.

Naruto did not know how long he massaged him. His hands were beginning to hurt before the breathing improved and he could stop.

"So, you're a man," Naruto asked, keeping his eyes averted as Noriko pulled the inner layer of his kimono back onto his shoulders, still finding it a bit uncomfortable to look at Noriko directly.

"Yes," he replied. His voice was a little lower now that Naruto knew the truth.

The discomfort grew, and Naruto was not sure what to say, letting his mouth runoff. "I, uh, heard that there were people with this type of hobby."

Noriko's froze. His body becoming extremely stiff, making Naruto think he had said something wrong. "Thank you for your help, Uzumaki-san. If you could, please do not tell my otouto what happened this night. He worries enough as it is."

Otouto? That actually explained a lot of Tatsuya's behavior. Why would he speak up against his older brother or correct his behavior? "I won't say a word, but shouldn't you see a doctor?"

"I have seen countless doctors. It is better than it once was, but it will not get any better than this. I have learned to live with it." Itachi left the outer layers of the kimono off, folding them and placing his hair ornaments on top.

He turned to Naruto, giving him a small warm smile. It was strange. From that little smile, it felt like an older brother smiling fondly at his little brother, but why would Noriko smile at him like that. It kind of made Naruto feel a bit bashful seeing it. "You're a good man. Many try not to get involved when others are facing difficulties. Thanks to you, it appears spring has finally come for my otouto. I have not seen him so lively for a long time."

Naruto blushed again. He could not mean what Naruto was thinking. He must have meant that Tatsuya found a girl around his shop or something. "It really is nothing. He's helped me out too, so it's the least I could do."

"You do not see it yet, but you will." Noriko's mannerism changed. It was still eloquent and graceful, but it was more masculine, more like a young master. "I should go home. Again, thank you."

"Um, can you get home by yourself in your condition?"

"Yes. I just need to feed when I return." He stood with difficulty; Naruto going to his side to help him stand. "I will be fine."

"I could see you home." Seeing Noriko, he felt bad if he just sent him home weak like this. What if he collapsed again?

"I will be alright." Noriko bent to pick up his things, but Naruto asked him to wait a moment, getting a cloth to put them in to help carry them. Noriko thanked him again, taking the wrapped clothes.

He helped Noriko down the stairs and to the front door. "I have been calling you Noriko-chan until now…" Naruto trailed off, glancing at Noriko.

Noriko chuckled. "My name is Uchiha Itachi. You can call me onii-san if it makes you more comfortable."

Itachi felt much more fitting. "Then, Itachi-san, should I bring your orders to your home if it makes things easier for you?"

Itachi still held that small smile, but the pause between them before he spoke let Naruto know something was going on. "It is no trouble. My otouto has been enjoying his visits to your store. I could not bear to take that away from him. And our home is a bit of a trip. We do not wish to trouble you any further."

"Okay." He did not know what else he could say. This was the second time he was turned down for the offer which only made him more curious.

He watched Itachi walked down the road until he was out of sight, making sure he did not collapse again at least while he was within view. Itachi seemed like a nice person, but he did not know how to deal with the knowledge he was a man who liked to dress up like a woman. Should he treat him as a man or a woman? It was all awkward.

Sighing, he decided not to think about it. Itachi had been kind to him from the beginning. He should do his best to just feel out what to say and do from there. He went back inside thinking perhaps it would be better if he stopped helping every random person he came by after all.

---

"You should tell him more about yourself."

Sasuke looked up from his unpacking. He had come home from another mission surprised to see Itachi already in bed. He was not sleeping, but it was uncommon for him to be in bed before Sasuke.

"And what should I tell him, onii-san? Our life is not for the public to know."

"As much time as you spend there, would it hurt to slowly tell him more, like your real name or your likes and dislikes?"

Sasuke's eyebrows pulled together, giving Itachi his full attention now. "Did something happen?"

Itachi tilted his head a little. "Nothing significant. He happened to see me in a predicament and discovered I am male."

Sasuke's fists clenched, crumpling the fabric in his hand. "Whatever he said, do not mind it. We can always find another to purchase from."

Itachi closed the book he was reading. "He said nothing. He was awkward but was still as respectful as always. He has a good heart and is an honorable man."

Sasuke felt relief. He had been worried. "I do not think that means we should share our secrets."

"I told him my real name."

Sasuke hid his surprise, but he could not hide it completely. "You trust him that much?" he asked quietly.

"How many would still speak to me civilly when knowing to truth or offer to escort me home rather than fake sweet words to escape my presence. And if you did not trust him, you would not be spending so much time there."

Itachi blew out the candle settling in for sleep. It gave him a lot to think about. Itachi was right. He had been going to that store more and more often. He had to trust Uzumaki to a degree. It was like he was drawn to that place.

A few days later, he overheard his master's advisor, Nara, was looking for a tutor. Weeks ago, his master had discovered his mate and was keeping him in the house. Because he was a foreigner, he needed a tutor to teach him the language. Uzumaki immediately came to mind.

It was a great opportunity for Uzumaki and offered another source of income, so he recommended him. He was not sure if Uzumaki's background would be sufficient enough, but to his surprise and quiet pleasure, Nara brought Uzumaki to the manor to meet the young master.

He was on the evening shift, able to watch Naruto talk to the young master on the engawa for the first time. This job should be much easier than working at the store. His master would compensate him very well too if he was successful.

He lingered long enough for Naruto to catch sight of him. Their eyes met for a few seconds before Sasuke went back into the shadows. His brother said to let him know more, this should be enough, right?

He received his answer a day later. As he descended the stairs from Uzumaki's living space, having finished his cleaning, Uzumaki approached him, looking somehow defiant as he said, "Let's have dinner together."

Sasuke had to meet his brother, but rather than say that, he ended up accepting the offer, returning upstairs with him after waiting for Uzumaki to close the shop up for the night.

Uzumaki dished out two servings from the meal Sasuke prepared, setting it at the small table. Not hungry but not wanting to be rude either, Sasuke took a bite. Uzumaki sat across from him oddly silent, barely touching his food, just staring at Sasuke.

Sasuke paused bringing the chopsticks to his mouth. "I should have known you would lack table manners as well." He waited for Uzumaki to take the bait and argue with him, but it didn't come. Sasuke looked up, seeing Uzumaki staring intently at him. "What?" he asked rudely.

"Did you recommend me to Hyuuga-sama?"

"I did."

"Why?"

Why? In normal circumstances, shouldn't Uzumaki be thanking him profusely? Gaining a recommendation was not easy unless you had connections. People did many underhanded things to get those recommendations. So why did Uzumaki look so angry? "Should you not be grateful? What does it matter why?"

"I didn't ask you to do that."

Sasuke placed his chopsticks down, a scowl appearing on his face. "You did not need to. I thought you were fit for the position, so I recommended you."

"At what price?" Uzumaki asked, his voice growing louder. "What is it you want for you to go so far for me?"

"What do you have that I could want?" Sasuke growled.

"That is what I want to know!" Uzumaki yelled back. "There is always a price to pay, and I have not paid. Do you expect me to believe you're doing this out of the kindness of your heart? No one does anything without a motive."

"Then what was your motive for helping me? You could have left me in that alley, but you brought me here instead. What price did I have to pay to receive your help?"

"That was not the same," Uzumaki looked away, his face showing frustration. "How could I leave one of my best-paying customers to die?"

"Is that the reason then? Money?"

"And what if it was?" Uzumaki replied coldly. "The price you paid for me to save you was your patronage. Don't tell me you recommended me because I helped you one time."

Sasuke stood from the table, looking down at the boy across from him with a glare. "Do I look like someone who would recommend an idiot to my master?"

"It seems so as that's what you have done," Uzumaki rose as well, simmering with anger.

Sasuke found himself clenching his hands. Why was Uzumaki saying this? He was obviously skilled with language. He was smart and as expected, he got along with the young master despite him being a foreigner. He only recommended him because he thought he was capable, so why was he being yelled at. "You wanted to know why I recommended you to my master?" He took a large step forward closing the distance. He was taller than Uzumaki, but he supposed Uzumaki had yet to finish growing.

Uzumaki looked away from him, but Sasuke would not let him, turning his head back, forcing him to look at him. "You wished to know. Do not cower now."

Uzumaki reluctantly met his eyes, his face turning red. He always got flustered so easily.

"I recommended you because I thought you were capable. I wanted to see you succeed and make connections. I do not need power. Nor money. What I get out of it is the satisfaction that you no longer will have to act like you are lesser than those who kick you and treat you lesser than. I want you to be able to arrogantly claim you are a scholar hired by the lord of this land and that those who mess with you are only seeking their own destruction."

Uzumaki's lips were so close to his, and those bight eyes staring up at him unable to look away.

"I despise seeing those lesser than you treat you poorly, and I loathe how you allow them to," he leaned closer. "So it is for my own satisfaction that I gave you the chance to change that." His lips brushed over Uzumaki's making him shiver. "Does that answer satisfy you?"

"Why me?" he squeaked out. He was so cute. Sasuke could no longer resist him.

He pressed their lips together.

---

Sasuke knew he preferred men. Rather than a preference, he was only attracted to men. He had an inkling when he went with his father to the battlefield for the first time, experiencing his first erection and wet dreams after seeing the naked men in camp. He laid with a man when he was 15 of his own choice, one of the guards in his cousin's manor, making sure of it.

It was a fact he had kept from Itachi. At first, he kept it a secret initially because of hatred, not wanting Itachi anywhere near his life, and then later because of shame. By 17, he already knew it would be impossible for him to marry. Just the thought of sharing a bed with a woman was sickening to him. Avoiding marriage and becoming a vampire seemed logical when his cousin started bringing up topics of marriage. It had the added bonus of going against his brother's wishes as well. And by his mid one hundreds, he had come to accept his sexuality

For the past 500 years, he slept around discreetly. He never saw anyone more than a handful of times. He never wanted to get too attached. This time, this era, he knew that his partners would want to keep their relationship secret and eventually marry. He did not want to deal with the drama. It was not like he wanted to be in a relationship. From what he had seen, nothing good came out of relationships anyway.

Of course, Itachi knew he had various partners. While his brother practiced the art of celibacy, being a secret romantic under his stoic façade, he knew Sasuke rather be physical than emotionally attached to people. Itachi, however, was not aware that his partners were men. As involved as Itachi was with his life, he did respect Sasuke's sex life and chose to look the other way regarding it.

He gave Uzumaki a slow kiss as he pulled Uzumaki back into his arm, pressing their naked bodies together. He was already ready for another round, his interested member pressing against Uzumaki's thigh. He should send a message to Itachi that he wasn't going to come home tonight. He never would have guessed that Uzumaki was his type, but it seemed he was more than his type. He felt addicted.

Uzumaki pulled away, breaking the kiss, his eyes glazed over as the pleasure from his love bites was still in the process of fading from his system. He caressed Sasuke's cheek which Sasuke turned to kiss his palm, staring at the meal underneath he was ready to partake in once more.

"Your eyes are really beautiful," Uzumaki whispered.

Sasuke smiled. "What could be beautiful by such common eyes?"

"Eyes that shine brighter than a full spring moon; how could they compare," he said a bit poetically.

Sasuke paused. "What color are they?"

"And you say my memory is poor. They're silver as always."

Silver. His heart stopped, then a smile stretched onto his face, letting out a slow and quiet chuckle.

"What?"

"Nothing," he leaned down and kissed the underside of Uzumaki's jawline. "I just realized my onii-san has been keeping something from me. Doesn't matter now."

"Hm," he groaned, arching into his touch.

Sasuke smiled against his skin, taking a little bite, loving the sound Uzumaki made. He was indeed more than his type. He was his mate.

They made love until Uzumaki fell asleep with exhaustion. It was still dark outside, but Sasuke did not feel eager to move, watching Naruto sleep. Lazily, he brushed his hair with his fingers. To think he would have a mate. The only thing he ever knew about it was the sign of being near, the silver eyes. It was more folklore than fact. Until he saw his master with his mate, he had not really believed it, but all this time, he had been the first.

He kissed Uzumaki's forehead. He never did send that message to his brother. Itachi was probably worried. He needed to head back.

He left a message for Uzumaki to find and prepared him a simple breakfast to eat before he had to get up to open the bookstore. Whispering he would see him later in Uzumaki's ear, he left.

As he approached the manor walls, he already noticed something was off. His brother wasn't waiting for him. Normally when he was late, Itachi would be waiting for him at the gate with a stoic expression, his way of showing his worry for his wellbeing. Itachi and he were similar in that when it came to showing emotion, neither of them was good at it. Itachi becoming stoic towards him was the equivalent of a slip in his nearly perfect mask that he had been especially worried or angry at him.

Was Itachi on duty? He was supposed to have tonight off though.

"Uchiha-san, where have you been?" The stern voice of Jiraiya, the leader in charge of the shadow guard, had Sasuke straightening his back.

"Is there a problem, Jiraiya-taichou?" Sasuke asked, turning and bowing to his commanding officer.

He felt the old man's eyes on him, disapproving. "Was there not something you were supposed to do tonight?"

Something he was supposed to do tonight? It took him a moment to recall what day it was. He was supposed to be on guard duty. He had forgotten. He clenched his fist, keeping the emotion from his face. How could he have forgotten?

"Jiraiya-taichou, Sasuke-kun was not at fault." Itachi appeared, dressed in his guard's uniform, honestly a rarer sight than it should have been. "He had already asked for me to cover him as he took care of personal business. It is my fault for not informing you."

Jiraiya's stern gaze turned onto Itachi. Two breathes later, Jiraiya sighed. "Do not let your love for little brother spoil him too much, Itachi-san."

Itachi remained bowed. "I will keep your words in mind, Jiraiya-taichou."

Itachi only straightened himself once Jiraiya was completely gone from their sight. Sasuke, however, stood almost the moment his back was turned, glaring at his brother. "You did not need to cover for me."

Itachi did not say anything until he was sure Jiraiya was out of earshot, standing up straight. "Of course not, otouto."

Sasuke huffed. "How long did you plan to keep it a secret Uzumaki-san was my mate?"

"Was it my place to say anything? Is it not better to nurture your love without assumptions and without anyone's interference?"

A small chuckle escaped Sasuke at Itachi's words, making his brother's eyes soften towards him. "You spew nonsense even at this age. Were you not pushing for us to get together in the shadows?"

"I simply asked for some books. All the interactions were yours."

Itachi began to head back to his post. Before Sasuke changed his mind, he asked, "Are you accepting Uzumaki even though he is not a woman?"

Itachi turned his head to him, looking over his shoulder. There was a strange look in his eyes. Though he was smiling gently at him as always, his eyes seemed a little sad. "What I think has never been a priority. Whether I accept him or not is of no consequence because you have chosen him. I admit you have been more energetic in these past weeks and more lighthearted. If he brings you happiness, then I will support you, so focus on your mate and do not worry about anything else."

How could his brother say such cheesy words with a straight face? Sasuke felt the embarrassment second-hand, unable to really look at him. "I will go wash then. I promised to see him in a few hours."

Itachi let his smile grow. "Please do. His scent still lingers on you."

This time, Sasuke did flush, scowling as he stormed away.

---

What had he done?

Naruto awoke to Inuzuka's pounding on the door. He hurried to get dressed, barely seeing the note Tatsuya, no Sasuke, left, letting Inuzuka in to take care of the shop while he nearly ran to the Hyuuga manor. He could not be late for his first session.

But as the trip was long, it left him time to think. He really slept with a man. Had he completely lost his mind?

If a rumor got out that he was sleeping with a man, his business could fail, and the harassment would be worse than it already was. He only meant to question Sasuke about his motives, not get dragged along at Sasuke's pace.

He clutched his books closer to his body the more he thought about it. What if sex was Sasuke's goal all along. What if Sasuke was just a pervert and thought that Naruto would not dare refuse him if he helped him.

He made a decision there that he would keep his distance, that it was a one-time mistake, and he would never do it again, but Sasuke made that difficult.

In the following days, Sasuke still argued with Naruto, saying things to rial him up, but his eyes always seemed to hold some sort of affection for him. He would touch Naruto in the middle of those arguments and Naruto would melt, barely able to think.

The pleasure Sasuke brought him when they slept together was overwhelming. His body was all for it, eager for more, craving his touch when he was near. Sometimes when Naruto was resting his eyes, resting his body, he would hear Sasuke's quiet words of affection he would not say when he thought Naruto was awake or feel the small kiss he left before he departed.

He kept trying to find a reason for Sasuke's sudden behavior and attention. There was nothing good about him. He was an orphan outcast with no money or background to his name. What could he give that Sasuke seemed to desperately want? Why did he keep coming nearly every day, helping him around the house and sometimes the store, bringing snacks and other gifts? No one did things without reason so why?

And what did it say about him, giving in with almost no resistance whenever Sasuke leaned in to kiss him. If Sasuke was a pervert, what did it make him?

"Hey, you okay?" Inuzuka asked, looking at the slumped Naruto behind the counter. It was his one day off a week he had now that he was tutoring the young master of the Hyuuga household. Naruto sighed heavily, lazily turning his head to see Inuzuka sweeping. Naruto had been so busy; he had not spent time with his friend in a long time.

"What does it mean when someone starts doing nice things for you but asks for nothing in return?" Naruto asked.

Inuzuka's eyes lit up, eager for a bit of gossip. "Who is the girl? What family is she from?"

Naruto knew Inuzuka thought his lover was a girl, but rather than correcting him immediately, he answered, "He's from a good family. Might be a minor noble."

"You did receive that good fortune from the temple last year," Inuzuka sighed. He groaned loudly, grumbling as he added, "I'm so jealous. How'd you get someone like that to like you?"

Like him? That wasn't possible. "I'm not that lucky. He's a man."

Inuzuka's behavior turned serious. "In that case, stay far away from him. Rich people can't be trusted. He's either a pervert who wants a plaything or wants something else. Last thing you want is to find yourself sold to a brothel."

"Right. He's just another bastard" Though he smiled, his mood had fallen drastically, becoming depressed. He was probably just a plaything to him. That would make the most sense. Something different with an exotic appearance. If that was the case, he should make sure to keep his emotions distant, so that when he left, it would not hurt. He knew better than to rely on others.

Sasuke entered, holding what was undoubtedly another snack he had bought for him. Sasuke's eyes lit up upon seeing him, making Naruto's heart skip a beat.

"Hey, if you're going to come by so often, why you don't just live here," Inuzuka said. "If I did not know better, I'd assume you did."

Sasuke glanced at Inuzuka, his eyes immediately becoming cold as he responded, "If I lived here, I would not let strays like you in."

"Can you believe this bastard," Inuzuka scowled, turning to Naruto for his support.

"Yeah, he's a bastard," Naruto agreed, playing up the vulgar language in front of Inuzuka. "Don't you have work?" he asked Sasuke.

"I finished before I came." He felt Sasuke's eyes on him. He swore his gaze would set his skin on fire as his member stirred with interest.

No. He couldn't. It had to stop.

"Hey, I'm going to close up early. I am not feeling well."

Inuzuka gave him a look of surprise. Not surprising since Naruto normally worked even if he felt sick. "Sure thing. Let me bring the books outside in."

"Thanks." That took care of one, now Sasuke just needed to follow. Rather than stay away, while Inuzuka was busy, Sasuke approached, putting the food on the counter and touching his cheek.

"Should I make porridge?" he asked. "I can buy eggs or plums to put in it."

His gentle touch, his soft voice, Naruto found his eyes prickling with tears. "No, I'm fine," he lied.

Sasuke did not push, brushing a tear away with his thumb then placing a kiss on his forehead. "Rest. I will finish closing."

Naruto nodded, running away with the opportunity. He forgot to even thank him, heading up the back stairs to his living space only to collapse on the floor, clutching his head. Why did he have to be like that? Make him confused like this? Why was he sometimes so considerate of him when at other times it felt he was overwhelming him?

Naruto wiped his face, stopping the tears before they could fall. He should balance his account books and figure out what books he needed to purchase and replace. He looked around before cursing inwardly, realizing he left his account books downstairs. Debating with himself on whether he should go get them or wait until he was sure Sasuke left, he stood, realizing he needed something to get his mind off this subject. He also couldn't leave such an important thing where others could get it without him noticing.

Tentatively, he went down the stairs, hoping not to draw any attention to himself. He just needed to grab the books he had left on the counter and head back up.

As he descended, avoiding the creaky stairs, he heard voices.

"I don't know what you want with him or what you plan to do but stay away from him. He's not like you and doesn't want to be dragged into your perverted hobbies," Inuzuka's voice carried up the stairwell, making Naruto pause. Were they talking about him?

"I was not aware offering to bring food for a sick person was overstepping. Were you going to go and cook him something to eat? Your friendship is stronger than I thought."

"You must have one hairy asshole. Don't pretend to care about him. He's still young. If you keep this up, he won't know right from wrong."

"Your vulgar words are only a reflection on you and your house. But what do you know of right and wrong? If I care for him and give him things he deserves, how is that your business?"

"You perverted bastard," Inuzuka growled. "Leave him alone."

"Is that a threat? What can someone like you do to someone like me? If he wants me to leave then I will do so."

"Bastard!" Inuzuka grabbed Sasuke's clothes, yanking him forward. Sasuke was not phased nor threatened, looking down at the man at the end of his nose. "Do you know what this could do to Naruto-kun's reputation if it wasn't me who saw what you did? Your family may be rich and powerful enough to quiet the rumors about you, but it could be a death sentence to him. Don't play around with his life so easily."

"Then maybe I should have my cousin add him to the family registry."

"Wha—?" he replied shocked, the words escaping him.

"If the problem is backing, then I'll give it to him. My cousin would adopt him into the main family. That should quiet those rumors both of who he is with and of his appearance. Even if someone thinks otherwise, they would be careful of where they speak, away from his ears."

"You crazy bastard. You're serious…" Inuzuka let go. He looked at Sasuke like he was mentally ill confused and unable to understand him like there was something wrong with him. "Why would you do that?"

"It is natural for a man to protect their loved ones. If I do not have to worry about rumors, why should he?"

Naruto lost his footing, falling down a few steps and landing on his behind. His knees were shaking, and he now stared up at Sasuke with disbelief, his eyes wide open with tears falling.

In a moment Sasuke was at his side, kneeling at the base of the stairs and checking his ankles. "Are you hurt?"

Naruto shook his head no as his tears fell faster.

"Still unwell?"

He nodded again, closing his eyes trying not to sob. It was obviously a lie, and he kept crying, just short of bawling.

"Crying in public," he teased, picking him up into his arm with ease. "But I will not mock the sick."

He held Naruto close to his body as he took him up to the living space once more. His arms felt safe and protective. Without realizing it, Naruto wrapped his arms around Sasuke's neck, holding him tightly, crying into his chest.

Even after entering the space, Sasuke did not let him go, holding him until Naruto's head ached from his crying and his shoulders stopped trembling.

He put Naruto down on the bed, pulling back the blankets. "Sleep. I will make sure the store is closed properly."

Naruto's hand shot out, grabbing his sleeve, muttering a very quiet, "stay". Sasuke laid beside him, kissing his temple.

It wasn't enough.

Naruto pushed Sasuke down, mounting on top of him mashing their lips together. When they parted, Naruto whispered his words very quietly. "Hold me."

Sasuke did not need to be asked twice.

---

"Are you stupid? Just bring it back inside?"

"What sense would that make? Leave it outside."

"It's my shop, bastard. Just do what I say."

"I should have guessed. Who else could run it so poorly?"

Uzumaki threw his hands up in the air in frustration, tempted to beat Sasuke over the head with a book. Honestly, this type of arguing was the norm for them.

After the night Uzumaki claimed to be ill, Uzumaki opened up little by little. Asking for tiny favors he never would have before, like asking him to hand him a book, and voicing his opinions a little more forcefully. He was less hesitant to get into an argument and show his frustration when Sasuke intentionally poked and prodded at his temper, rising to the occasion faster and spewing more creative insults. There were times Sasuke did not even get the full extent of the insult until he was at home about to go to sleep.

Rather than be annoyed, he would smirk, feeling proud that Uzumaki was starting to show his intelligence more and not letting people walk over him. Uzumaki was surprisingly passionate with a very clear view of justice. He was also someone who became flustered fairly easily but had a little bit of a perverted side.

Though he still rarely initiated their encounters, he was becoming a little more bold, participating more than letting Sasuke take care of everything. It was hard to let him go in the mornings when all Sasuke wanted to do was lay in bed with him.

As the days passed, Sasuke spent more of his nights at Uzumaki's house, embracing him. He could not explain it. At Uzumaki's side, he felt content. It was not like he was not content before, going from day to day with his duties and watching over Itachi. He did not ask for anything else then. But now, he truly did not wish for anything else. Waking with Uzumaki in his arms, spending his afternoons getting an overt reaction from him, taking time to clean Uzumaki's apartment while Uzumaki worked on his manuscripts, and feeling happy whenever Uzumaki took those small steps to open up and become closer to him.

To treasure one's mate has always been an unspoken law within the vampire community. To find them was rare. Many were never found. Sasuke always thought it would feel like a duty. Just like in marriage, there were duties. The duty to provide, the duty to stay loyal, things that could feel burdensome at times, especially when people would rather not work if they could get away with it or stay loyal when their relationship was out of necessity or advancement than love.

Sasuke found himself doing things he never imagined simply because it made Uzumaki happy, and he wanted to be near him. When Uzumaki smiled, his entire face would light up. When he blushed, he was enticing, and Sasuke just wanted to take a bite. He was so much more expressive than Sasuke had grown accustomed to. The shadow guard kept their emotions in check and their master had slowly become stoic himself. Even before the shadow guard, his father had instilled a sense of what could and could not be expressed as a noble. Seeing his free range of emotions, how he was unable to ever hide what he was thinking or feeling, was a comfort. After years of deceptions, lies, and hidden meanings behind people's words, it was a place he did not have to worry about deceit.

He had the urge to pull Uzumaki in his arms as he watched him in the shop. He struggled not to at times. He could not show him too much affection here. Though Uzumaki heard that Sasuke was willing to add him to the family registry, he never brought it up. As he understood Naruto more, he was beginning to understand that Uzumaki did not want to rely on others, more comfortable at getting by on his own strength. That was why Uzumaki had been upset Sasuke introduced him to his employee. He had not felt he had earned it. Being pulled into his family, Uzumaki may not want it even if Sasuke did.

Uzumaki was still young so it could not be helped. As he aged, he would learn that opportunities came by based on who you knew and very rarely if at all on talent. You had to take advantage of a situation if you wanted to get far.

He watched Uzumaki close up shop, waiting for him to lock the doors before embracing him from behind. "Do you not know how to move with haste?" he whispered, kissing his neck.

"Haste makes mistakes," he mumbled then groaned, tilting his neck to give Sasuke more access.

He could not be happier that his mate was responding to him so eagerly. It seemed this evening too they were going to spend in bed together. Maybe he could pay Uzumaki enough money to keep the store closed tomorrow so they can stay in bed. "Is that the excuse you are using for all your mistakes?" He felt Naruto's chuckle. He smiled pressing his forehead to the back of Uzumaki's head, inhaling his scent. This feeling with Naruto felt nice. He never wanted it to end.

Sasuke noticed the intruder first. His hand reaching for the weapon he carried concealed on him. He always carried a weapon on him. Given his line of work, he had made enemies and the ones who had escaped him were more powerful than him. He had always been careful, not letting Uzumaki see or know about them.

"Reveal yourself," he demanded in a cold emotionless voice that sent chills down Uzumaki's spine, fear spiking his scent.

Before Uzumaki's chance to ask what Sasuke was talking about, a shadow guard appeared before them, coming out of the shadows in the corner of the shop. The guard was a human, one of the few that were about to graduate from their training this upcoming year. A ceremony that occurred once every 5 years. Sasuke frowned, letting go of Uzumaki, stepping forward and slightly in front of Uzumaki to keep him out of the line of sight.

The guard bowed to his superior. "Uchiha-senpai."

"What message do you bring?" he asked frigidly. His work persona came to the forefront, using his presence to intimidate the human.

"There has been an incident. We thought it was right to notify you."

Sasuke looked down at the human. He was not a vampire yet, so Sasuke had difficulty seeing him as an equal. As the messenger was human, the incident was not dire and did not require his immediate action or attention, but it was a graduate nominee meaning it should have some importance as they were the top class of the human trainees and more capable.

"I will return." He said sternly, dismissing the messenger. He closed his eyes, quietly lamenting his ruined evening. He turned to his lover, his icy exterior melting a fraction but not completely. "I have to leave."

"I understand. It is your duty" Uzumaki put on a smile for him, but the disappointment was still evident in his eyes. "Come back safely."

Hearing those words from Uzumaki made him smile. "I will return soon. Wait for me."

Leaving Uzumaki was uncomfortable, like something was telling him to go back. This incident better be important. He would find someone to blame and accept punishment if it wasn't the case.

He made his way back leisurely, making good time, but not as fast as he could have. His mind was already drifting back to Uzumaki. He made dinner for him. Hopefully, Uzumaki would actually eat it. He had a habit of forgetting when his mind became too focused on something. Maybe if he finished his duties, he could head back and at least lay down with him for a short while before he woke.

He entered the manor, heading directly to the shadow guard compound to find their captain. Their captain was the only one who did not share quarters, separated from the rest of the dwelling units where he could have a small office.

On his way there, he eyed his surrounding, checking for any chaos or hint as to why he had been called. The guards were still in place, the main manor was busy but quiet. There seemed to be nothing wrong.

He kneeled at the door of the captain's door and made his presence known, calling out to his captain through the rice paper door. "Jiraiya-taichou, I was told there was an incident."

"Enter," Jiraiya commanded in a quiet, rough voice. Sasuke entered, taking a knee and bowing his head. Jiraiya was sitting in the seiza style, drafting a letter, no doubt a command or order from the master. "I only called you to inform you of Itachi-san's condition."

Ice shot through his veins. "I do not understand," he replied.

Jiraiya looked up, placing his brush down and placing his scarred hands on his knees. "Itachi-san collapsed in the brothel this evening in front of patrons. His condition is serious. We have given him two meals but given his condition has barely improved. We are bringing more from the outside, but it will take time to bring them. He will have to endure until they arrive."

That couldn't be. "Excuse me for my insolence, Jiraiya-taichou, but how is this be? Itachi's condition rarely acts up unless he's severely stressed."

"Are you asking because you are truly unaware?" At Sasuke's silence, Jiraiya answered. "You have been negligent on your duties. Forgetting guard assignments, reporting in late, foregoing training, and rushing chores. Itachi-san has been covering for you, taking your forgotten shifts, doing your chores, and lying on your behalf. I planned to confront you of course for your negligent behavior, but Itachi-san came to me, pleading on your behalf. He informed me you had found your mate and that your focus could not help but drift. We made a deal. As long as you completed your missions without fail, cleanly and efficiently, Itachi-san could cover for the shifts and chores you have missed, and I would not punish you."

Sasuke sat stunned, his eyes unfocused as he tried desperately to recall the past weeks. He had not neglected his duties, had he? He could not really recall skirting his duties, but he had been spending an increasing amount of time with Uzumaki. If he thought logically, he never had so much free time before. There was no way he would suddenly have more that coincided with Uzumaki's entrance into his life.

"Little about mates are known since there are few. The only thing known for sure is that our eyes will change to silver. I would not have excused your behavior, but Itachi-san scraped together a report with every record we had, linking it to your behavior, even dragging in Advisor Nara's expertise to your defense. He made too convincing of an argument not to take his plea."

"Itachi did that?" he asked. His stomach twisted and churned, feeling as if he was about to vomit.

"Since he is unavailable, it will be your duty to cover your responsibilities and as many as his that you are able. You cannot do his undercover work, but his assassination missions should be fine."

"Yes, sir. I will do so. If I may be excused."

Jiraiya waved him away.

Quickly, Sasuke headed to their sleeping quarters, his eyes not straying from their destination. Unlike the human sleeping quarters, there was no infirmary for the vampire guard. It was unneeded when you could not die or fall ill. Except for Itachi that was.

Itachi's panting could be heard at the door as he struggled to breathe. Guilt ate at him as he prepared himself mentally, opening the door. Since it was night, the room was empty from the other occupants, all on missions or on guard duty for the night. Itachi was under the heavy covers, laying down flat.

Sasuke's fists clenched, hurrying to his brother's side, immediately pulling off the heavy blanket. He carefully sat Itachi up, sitting behind him and allowing Itachi to lay against him. Just a couple of minutes and Itachi was could at the very least breathe a little easier. His face was still pale and contorted with pain, and his hair was wet and sticking to his skin from the sweat, his legs had swelled, and his heartbeat was rapid and erratic.

How could no one help him, leaving him in this room alone in such an uncomfortable position? He knew Itachi would not die from this, but it did not mean he did not feel the pain and discomfort associated with it. But was there anyone who would know to do this, to sit Itachi up when he was having difficulties breathing?

Itachi had not had an attack this bad in over 200 years. He had a few minor attacks, but never ones where he passed out like this. When they started working for their master, Itachi had not needed to work as hard, so his stress had lessened.

How had he not have noticed? If someone had not come to tell him, he may not have never known. He prided himself on being observant, yet he had been blind to Itachi's struggles, just like he had in the past.

"Why do you keep doing this to me. You keep suffering for my sake and staying silent about it," he whispered.

Sasuke had been happy thanks to his brother's hardships and sacrifices. After so long, the cycle had not broken. He could not let this cycle keep going. He could not allow Itachi to suffer again just so he could do whatever he wanted. "I'm sorry."

---

He sent a letter.

Sasuke never considered himself a coward before, but he knew that if he saw Uzumaki in person, he would not have been able to do it. He would not have been able to tell Uzumaki that they were going their separate ways.

In the meantime, he completed his brother's duties and his own. He did his brother's assassination missions before completing his, and when he returned, he took over the training of the young human boys his master had taken in, the administration work his brother oversaw, the night guard shifts, his and his brother's chores, and doubled down on his training.

Even without doing the undercover work, it was an immense load. For Sasuke, he could handle it because he was a vampire. While it could be mentally draining, physically, a small snack could restore his energy levels. For Itachi, this much was already far too much for his body to handle, and he knew Itachi's undercover work was even more immense and time consuming compared to any other duty and often required him to suffer physical abuse, so it alone often put him under stress. A week of this type of schedule should have burned him out quickly, and yet he held on for much longer than that.

The busy workload and schedule helped keep his mind off Uzumaki at first. He ignored the feeling and need to go to him, diving further into his work, visiting Itachi while he had the time.

Itachi was still unconscious going through cycles of fits. Sasuke tried to be there when his condition worsened and oversaw the feedings, but his condition must have been extreme as even five meals later, he still had not awakened. Itachi's poor blood circulation from when he was human was keeping him from absorbing the blood from his meals well. It was like trying to fill a bucket by carrying water in your hands, most of it spills through and goes to waste, taking forever to fill it.

However, even Itachi himself could not stop the thoughts of Uzumaki for long. As he resisted the pull to go back to him, the hole in his heart continuously grew until there was a noticeable emptiness inside him. It was both the most painful feeling and the most numbing. As the days went by, his emotions closed off to suppress the feeling that was eating away at him.

He cracked his neck, walking to his next task of weeding the yard. It was an annoying chore, but every shadow guard took turns doing it to keep their space immaculate.

"Uchiha-san?"

That voice. His heart stuttered as that lingering emptiness he had been feeling tried to fill. He wanted to turn around and pull him in his arms and take in his scent.

He refrained, putting on his stoic mask as he turned to see his mate. His heart wavered when he saw Uzumaki's haggard appearance, his tutoring materials held loosely in his arms.

"Can we talk?" Uzumaki's blue eyes were red. Whether it was because he was tired or because he had been crying, he did not want to know. He couldn't dwell on it. Couldn't comfort him. It wasn't his place to anymore.

"I have nothing to say." He turned his back, walking away. He wanted to run.

Uzumaki grabbed his sleeve, holding firmly. "Something happened, right? You sent the letter after you returned. I might be able to help if you tell me."

Uzumaki wasn't an idiot. He knew something had been off and came to confront him about it, seeking the truth. But what could he say? How could he understand? He did not know what it was like to have this duty to family when he had never had one. Meanwhile, Sasuke knew the abuse of a parent as well as the love of one.

"And what help could you give?" Sasuke said coldly. He wanted Uzumaki to walk away. There were better people than him. Don't dig deeper and make this harder on both of them.

His words did have the intended effect; Uzumaki immediately becoming more hesitant. "I don't know, but if we talk—"

"There is nothing to talk about." He turned to Uzumaki, immediately taking a step away and pulling away from his grasp. "I simply grew tired of you."

Sasuke's head snapped to the side, receiving Uzumaki's punch full on. He did not try to dodge or even look back at him with anger, simply accepted the pain radiating in his jaw.

Uzumaki's expression was furious even as tears trailed down his cheeks. The fist that had struck him shook as Uzumaki brought it back to his side. "I know what you're trying to do," he said, his voice cracking. "But even that lie is a bit too much even for an asshole like you."

Sasuke could not look at him. He could not say anything else. He felt dead inside as he pushed Uzumaki away with his words.

At his silence, Uzumaki could not stay either, quickly running off, wiping his tears as discreetly as possible.

Go to him. Go to him. GO TO HIM!

His instinct blared in his head. Screaming and clawing as he watched his retreating back. It was deafening and painful. And he ignored it, deadening his senses. It was done.

Without missing a beat, he continued on his way, his face having lost any expression as he went on with his chores.

---

Sasuke continued to oversee his brother's feedings. By the tenth meal, he was beginning to wonder if his brother would ever wake up. He heard people mock him. How weak Itachi was, how delicate and frail he was, how they wondered if he was even a man, joking if they should check. One had tried. Sasuke nearly killed him in cold blood.

He had lived long enough to know those types of people who would take advantage of a sleeping person would go further and try to rape him as well regardless of what they found. However, reporting it would only harm Itachi's reputation and honor. This was why he had to stay close and watch over his brother. His brother should not have to worry about things like that.

It was going on three weeks since he fell unconscious, and Sasuke had developed a strict routine to accomplish all his duties. He was on guard duty when he gained news of his brother finally waking. He managed to switch out with someone with a threat.

On his way back, he saw Itachi walking in the gardens. His appearance was gaunt, and his skin still an ashy grey though it was had gained a little color. He observed the flowers. As always, his expression was hard to pin down as well as his thoughts, but as Sasuke approached, his gentle brotherly expression returned.

"Onii-san, why can you not sit still and rest."

"Sasuke, it seems I have caused you to worry."

"How could I worry about you, when you never speak of the troubles you face?"

Itachi had the rare expression of guilt before it was smoothed away. "I cannot help but wish for you to worry about nothing and be happy, and as your relationship with your mate grew as well as your happiness, how could I not help you indulge in it." He closed the distance between them, touching Sasuke's cheek. "So what has happened to that happiness to where your eyes no longer reflect any light. If I did not know better, I would think your soul has died."

"I do not know what you mean," Sasuke replied in monotone.

"Sasuke-kun," Itachi said in a soft parental tone. "What has happened that has made you lose yourself?"

Itachi rarely called him by that nickname anymore. It cracked the wall he had built around himself, a bit of the overwhelming emotion he kept bottled inside leaking though. Sasuke turned his gaze downward. "It is not important."

"If it was not important you would not say it was not important. I know you better than you know yourself."

Sasuke thinned his lips. He had tried not to dwell on what happened.

"Sasuke-kun?"

"I am no longer spending my days on useless things. I belong here."

Itachi removed his hand, putting his hands in his sleeves. "It seems I have ruined your happiness with my selfishness."

"If you were selfish, then you would not have done what you have done."

"Then I shall be selfish this one time." His face turned stern. "Go back to him, Sasuke. It is my duty to make sure you are married off well. As the youngest, your only job is to be spoiled and live happily."

"And it is my job to be filial," Sasuke countered.

"Sasuke, I am not a parent. You have no such obligation to me."

That wasn't true, Sasuke thought.

Itachi sighed, embracing Sasuke in a warm hug. "I am sorry I caused you to worry. I did not mean for you to recall uncomfortable memories. Do not throw away your happiness over my carelessness. Do you think I could rest well knowing you were killing your heart just to stay by my side?"

"Onii-san," he said weakly.

"It's okay to be happy. There is no need to consider me in that happiness. My entire life I have worked so that you may be happy. Do not let it go to waste."

Cracking, he embraced his brother back, trembling. "Onii-san, it hurts."

"I know," Itachi whispered. "I know."

---

Sasuke stood outside the door of Uzumaki's shop. Night had fallen and the streets were deserted. After opening up to his brother, he had stayed another day to ensure his health. He would have liked to stay longer, but the pull was too strong. He could ignore it no longer.

Despite the pull, he was too ashamed to knock. Why would Uzumaki accept him back after abandoning him? What could he even say to explain himself?

The door opened, much to his surprise, and he tensed, expecting to see Uzumaki. Instead, it was the angry Inuzuka, someone who had been avoiding the store since Sasuke had carried Uzumaki up to his living space to make love after the argument they had.

Inuzuka tried to stop him from entering, yelling how he was right about him, that he did not deserve to see him. It only irritated Sasuke, partly because he hated that he could not refute him. However, he was not going to let this annoying person stop him either. If Uzumaki was in there, he was going to see him.

When Inuzuka got in his face, he delivered a strong swift punch to his gut, knocking the wind out of him and causing him to pass out. It would only last a short while, but it should be enough.

He left Inuzuka outside, walking over his body and closing and locking the door behind him. That should keep out the pest.

He walked up the back stairs and entered the living quarters, hesitating briefly before entering. Whatever happened, he would accept the consequences even if it meant Uzumaki would not take him back. He would just have to start over and regain his trust little by little.

Inside was a mess. The book towers had toppled, paper and scrolls were tossed around haphazardly, and there was a smell of spoiled food as well. Things had mostly gone back to what it was before Sasuke had started cleaning for him. What was new, however, were the liquor jugs. It was not just a few either. While food seemed to remain untouched in their bowl, there was not one jug of liquor that had not been emptied.

Uzumaki was asleep at his desk, food untouched next to him while two empty jugs were tipped over. He smelled heavily of alcohol and his cheeks were flushed from it. Uzumaki seemed to have lost weight as well. The baby fat that made his cheeks easy to caress and pinch had waned, making his face thinner.

Had he driven Uzumaki to do this?

Kneeling at his side, he watched him sleep, taking his fill. Oh, how he had missed him. Just being near him like this, filled the emptiness he had been carrying. He wrapped a blanket around the sleeping man's shoulders, kissing his forehead. Uzumaki groaned softly, moving towards Sasuke's warmth. Sasuke smiled.

Carefully, he cleared away the bottle in Uzumaki's lap and those around him and went to work cleaning up the house once more.

He left briefly to get him breakfast and something good for hangovers. While the brothel was closed to the public early morning, the kitchens were working to feed the women who worked there and provided hangover foods for them. The women liked Itachi a lot and had a good relationship with him. Recognizing him as Itachi's brother, they were more than happy to supply him with something.

He returned quickly, entering without making his presence known to see Uzumaki had woken up.

Uzumaki stood in the middle of the room, staring at him awkwardly until his eyes drifted to the food he was holding. Quickly, his eyes darted away. His face was conflicted.

Sasuke tried to speak first, "I—"

"Get out," Uzumaki interrupted. He had no energy in his voice, but there was still anger and displeasure.

The tone hurt. A small part of Sasuke had hoped Uzumaki would not be angry with him, as foolish of a hope it was. "I came to explain," he tried again.

"I gave you a chance. Do you think I would continue to give you chances when it is convenient for you? Get out of my store and don't come back."

Sasuke moved to get onto his knees.

Uzumaki saw him, making a pained expression. "Don't," his voice wavered. "Don't you dare."

Sasuke went to his knees and put his head to the floor. "I apologize for what I said. I was not in my right mind. I beg your forgiveness."

Sasuke did not beg for anything and rarely did he lower his head for anyone. Even his master had only seen it a handful of times during his contract. He was a prideful man. A noble. A warrior. And a vampire. He saw himself above many, and in the past, when he kneeled, it always hurt his pride, thinking about revenge against the person who made him submit, but for Uzumaki, he was willing. He was more than willing if it would make Uzumaki listen to him. He would kneel, apologize, and do so much more as long as he gave him a chance.

Uzumaki looked away, trying to keep his ground and not give in, but another soft "please" broke him down. "Keep it short," he muttered, sitting back down at his desk, still refusing to look at him.

Relief flooded him. He did not know what else he could do to change his mind if he had continued to refuse. He sat up but stayed in the seiza position. He had practiced the story he was going to tell in his head, but it was still an uncomfortable memory.

"My onii-san has a frail body. Ever since we were children, he would stay in his courtyard and room, too weak to go out. Because of his condition, my father treated him as if he did not exist when he realized he would not live long and would not even be able to give an heir. Because of this, my father put a lot of his expectations onto me. My father did not involve himself in my life unless it was to his benefit. My mother died in childbirth, so he left my care to the servants, but the servants were not allowed to treat me with affection either.

"My onii-san, despite his health, took care of me and raised me. He taught me of right and wrong, educated me, would comfort me when I was hurt or frightened and would protect me. He sacrificed much for me. His dignity, his honor, and even his health to ensure I grew up to be a healthy and happy child. My father had never done such things. Though he is my onii-san, and I call him as such, to me, he is my parent. He has filled both roles of mother and father over the years, and I cannot help but be filial to him."

Sasuke closed his eyes. Trying to block out the memories. Memories of going to his brother's room to be held at night after a nightmare. His brother sitting on the engawa praising him as Sasuke showed him his sword formations. Memories of Itachi collapsing in front of him, scaring the young child. Being scolded by the servants for constantly bothering Itachi with childish things when his condition was so bad. Itachi's devasted face when their father ripped them apart, and Sasuke calling Itachi father when he snuck into his room to hug him before going off to war for the first time.

His eyes started to water, and he blinked rapidly to stop it. "I returned home to discover Itachi had collapsed. He could not breathe, and he had been left alone to suffer. Itachi has spent his entire life looking after me, but there has never been anyone to look out for him. As I experience spring for the first time, I left him behind, not thinking of the consequences, and Itachi suffered for it. Seeing him helpless… I became frightened."

A single tear fell down his cheek, and he pretended it did not exist. "We have relied on each other for a long time. When I thought I had failed to be filial, I tried to do what was best for Itachi and made the decision to cease associating with you. He had given up too much of his happiness for me. I believed it was only right to do the same. Once my brother discovered what I did, he told me how stupid I have been."

During his explanation, Uzumaki slowly turned his body towards him, facing him little by little. Sasuke could not meet his eyes, so he settled for the lower half of his face, trying to decipher what he was thinking. "When did he wake?"

"Barely a day and a half ago," Sasuke replied.

Uzumaki shifted, looking down at his manuscript. "I am not a plaything for you to discard when you please."

"I know. I am sorry for ever saying so, knowing how much it would hurt you."

He remained silent, waiting for Uzumaki's judgment. He heard the rustling of Uzumaki's clothes, saw his shadow move closer until he was looking at Uzumaki's feet.

"Is that all you have to say to me?"

What else could he say? He was not good at trying to appease others. Was there something else he was angry about? "I do not know what else to say. My words are not as eloquent as yours. All I know is that I wish to worship you and have your forgiveness."

Uzumaki bent down, gently tilting his head up, bringing his lips to Sasuke's. "An "I love you" would have sufficed."

He couldn't take the teasing. He could not stop himself from bringing Uzumaki in his arms, kissing him. Uzumaki did not fight him, melting into his embrace and wrapping his arms around Sasuke's neck and deepening the kiss.

He would make things up to Uzumaki for hurting him. Though he planned to continue helping his brother, he did not plan to leave Naruto's side. He did not think he could continue on if he tried.

---

His master really was becoming a taskmaster. He hardly was able to spend a few days with Uzumaki before being called back. Perhaps it was for the best. He needed to check on Itachi and double-check with someone else that he had done his chores properly. The problem was the increased pull he was feeling to be at Uzumaki's side. Even an hour apart was starting to feel stifling. Uzumaki was feeling the same way, having closed up shop multiple times so they could have a quickie in the back, and it was only getting worse.

He sighed, brushing his hair back. Could he ask permission for a short break? Probably not, his master had shown to be homophobic despite having a male mate. He would just have to suffer.

As he approached the whore house where he was supposed to meet his master, a familiar and unwanted face was standing outside.

Kurama in all his godly glory, with his ears and tails visible, was waiting for him under some sort of illusion spell, the humans walking past him without noticing him at all.

Sasuke knew he would have to face him eventually. The demon lord was oddly protective over Uzumaki.

The demon motioned with his fan into an alley. Without much choice, Sasuke followed. He was strong, but a demon lord at this level was too much for even him.

They entered the alley, and Kurama released some leaves from the palm of his hand, creating a small illusion barrier around them.

"I thought I warned you about staying away from my ward."

"You did," Sasuke confirmed. "But I refused."

"I can see that," Kurama growled.

Sasuke let out an irritated huff. "If we can make this quick, my lord, I have my duties to attend to."

Kurama's eyes narrowed at the insolent human before, his grip on his fan tightening. "Do you not fear offending me?"

"If you could, you would have killed me already, but you are refraining. I can only assume you need to speak with me, so please be quick about it." Sasuke responded with very little interest, irritating the demon further.

"I do not know what he sees in you," he murmured. He breathed out heavily, letting the anger go. "For some reason, my kit is enamored with you. If I disposed of you know, he would be devastated." His gaze turned soft as he spoke with a warm tone." He has been through enough, so you better treat him well." In a more threatening voice he added, "If you ever hurt as you did before, you will know the wrath of a god."

The god left no room for doubt that he meant what he said. Still, Sasuke was curious as to why he was so protective. "How do you know him?"

The fox looked indignant at the question and his lips pulled back showing a fang, but he once again swallowed his anger and answered the question. "When he was a young child, he found me in the forest, injured. I had suffered grave damage and could not move. I thought I would die. Then he came. He feared my appearance, but he brought me fresh water and food and helped me hide. Can you imagine that? A child who could barely feed himself, suffered abuse from the harsh streets, nearly beaten to death for the food he had to steal, still shared his food with me." He smiled at the memory, his ears laying flat.

"The least I can do for him is ensure he lives a happy life. If that happiness includes you," he frowned and continued begrudgingly, "then I will allow it against my judgment."

So that was it. The tale fit Uzumaki well. He seemed to like helping strange people in alleys.

"Remember my words, He is under my care."

"Of course, my lord." He bowed.

Having the god's begrudging blessing would make things easier. Uzumaki talked often about the helpful big brother that seemed to look after him and invested in his business. It was going to be hard trying to avoid Kurama if they had not been approved as a couple.

Things were beginning to fall into place. Those important to them have given their blessings. Their relationship was getting better by the day as he tried to make it up to Uzumaki. Finally, Sasuke was learning to accept that it was okay to pursue his happiness. He still felt guilty that he had managed to find his happiness while his brother had not, but it would take time to come to terms that he could not wait for Itachi's happiness before pursuing his own.

Well, he was already late enough. Seiryu was not a patient god. He had dragged Sasuke's master out during the day to line up all the brothel workers, claiming his bride was among the staff. It was a ridiculous thought, but what could they do other than follow the god's whims. Hopefully, his brother had returned home safely and was able to avoid this upcoming headache.

Preparing for a long shift, he entered the brothel, already imagining his shift over, going back to the little store, and seeing the bright smile of his mate waiting for him.