Angel Of Darkness

Chapter Seven: The Flower

Itachi was confused.

Why would there be a submissive hiding at this school?

He was sure the submissive could feel what he was, Itachi had made no secret of it the moment he had encountered him at Building C. There could have been several reasons for that little submissive to run away from him, but most of all it would be because he was a dominant. No submissive liked being dominated just by any dominant, and that would mean that if Itachi really wanted that submissive, he was going to have to prove himself to them.

And God, did he find himself wanting to prove himself to that submissive.

Frowning at himself, Itachi looked at the books that Madara usually carried around with himself, saying that Itachi had to educate himself.

It was the accumulated research that Madara and Izuna both collected on Vampires, written throughout the years and rarely updated.

The point was that no matter how much Itachi educated himself, he never came into any real detailed explanation for submissive males, or their purpose. He knew vampires didn't reproduce, unless they did so as humans. He also knew that the one who turned a vampire would become the sire, or parent of that turned vampire and would be raised by them and taught by them. Much like Madara always made sure to keep him informed.

One thing about being a vampire that sucked was that there were so many rules for sex when it came to other vampires, or humans for that matter. It was so complicated that Itachi had decided to try it on limited occasions.

More often than not, he'd end up frustrated and just killed the human in the process.

Not that he cared much.

Then there was another thing that bothered him.

The submissive had knocked out three males, but he had not drunk of their blood. That was odd. Blood would be the only reason to attack a human, wouldn't it? Or did submissive males have other morals in those heads of theirs.

No, that couldn't be.

From what he had read, Submissive were more adverse to humans than dominants were, especially when unmated. A submissive always mated with those they believed to be stronger than them, by tenfold. It was apparently a mechanism in them that loved being completely dominated, but at the same time it was also a form of control for them.

Itachi was not sure what the control thing was about, but by the way that his father was quick to play by his mother's rules, he knew it was something that existed. Making submissive, once again mysterious in their own right. Funny, could they even be called submissive if the dominant was owned and ensnared by them…why then look for someone stronger?

Sighing to himself, Itachi stood up.

Whatever he was hoping to know, he was not going to learn it from books. He was going to have to get out there and actually talk, or do something to get that submissive not to run away from him.

Glancing to his side, he noted that Kisame was happily surfing the web in his laptop. Kyuubi was nowhere to be found probably oversleeping, and Madara was taking a shower. They had classes that morning. If they were lucky, they probably could succeed in their plan to befriend Naruto, and Suigetsu whom they had bumped into on Saturday.

Itachi's main goal though, was to get to the raven haired boy.

There was no doubt in his mind, he was going to make that submissive his.

"Let's go," he said, and Kisame slammed the laptop closed, grabbed both their bags and jumped to his feet, following Itachi out the door, obediently.

"Okay, I was looking for information on the web on how to flirt," Kisame said as he tried to keep up with Itachi, "I think all we have to do is be smooth, and see if they respond to us positively before getting all sexual with them,"

"That doesn't sound right." Itachi responded, and looked at Kisame, "Just where were you looking for information on flirting,"

"Uh, a dating and advisement website, duh" Kisame said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Where else would we get advice about dating, girls? I don't think so,"

Itachi subtly scrunched his face up in distaste at the thought of ever having to rely on a girl on how to date a boy. Itachi was a boy, no, he was a man. He had to know how to approach another man on equal terms and he should know how to set the so called mood.

He was a dominant. he would never live it down if he didn't even know how to court a submissive. It couldn't be that hard.

Humans mated all the time.

A Vampire was not hindered in that department either, they could also mate. Itachi was not about to allow his lack of knowledge be the thing that keeps him from courting the submissive he was craving.

Itachi's thoughts paused, huh, he was craving. For the first time ever Itachi noted that the emptiness in his chest was pining. That he was actually interested in another being. It was new, this feeling that was consuming him and Itachi was happy about it… Itachi was really looking forward to having someone to call his own.

"We'll figure something out," he said as they turned to head into B-building, when the door opened and a woman bumped into Itachi.

This made the Uchiha become startled as he found a familiar, yet not, woman crying.

Takahashi Mikoto was a woman that had gone through a lot in her life, but even she knew that Akatsuki Taka High was a corrupt school.

Teachers here hardly cared about the students. There were a few exceptions here and there, but this was the only place that she could have gotten a job with her reputation. Mikoto was a troublemaker, through and through. A person filled with her interests leading her to do just about anything to feel alive that was until she met him- Okita Fugaku.

She could never explain it ever since she was young. The sense of loneliness that always filled her. It got better because of Fugaku, and had started to seriously dating him.

Despite calming down, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was always there that was missing. No, it was not something she could keep claiming that she didn't know about. She knew what the ache was, and it killed her every time that she thought about it.

It was what kept her from fully giving into her relationship with Fugaku, and it was the reason why she eluded him most of the time.

But not when she needed him, not when she wanted him.

Not when his lips were hot on hers and she was being shoved into the hard surface of his desk with unyielding desperation. The passion was raw and blinding. Consuming her in a fire that had her moaning and throwing her head back without care.

His hands were rough and big as they gripped her thighs and spread her open. Her skirt hiked up and bunched around her waist just how he liked to fuck her. The heaviness of his girth was soon pressing into her, driving her mad with pleasure, driving all unnecessary thoughts out of her mind.

As she exploded, and he followed, she was immediately composing herself. Taking deep breaths to will the preparation that covered her to dry away. She was once again thinking with a slight dread about the one secret that she kept from him. The thing she hated to ever have to think about and having to say it aloud would only make it concrete.

She couldn't get pregnant.

She couldn't have children.

"Mikoto," Fugaku started.

She giggled, "Let's get back to class Fugaku," She pushed her skirt down, and ran her hands through her hair. He frowned at her, and as she huffed happily and made to leave, his hand reached out for hers, gripping her wrist.

"Mikoto, I really need to tell you something," It was now or never, he didn't want to lose his nerve.

She smiled sweetly, cocking her head slyly at him. "We really need to get to class, dear, and I think this can wait." Her eyes then darted to his still opened pants and his softened member. She bit her lower lip, making no secret at what she thought of the sight.

"No," Fugaku said, closing his eyes and deeply sighing, missing the look in her eyes. Too nervous with what he wanted to say. "I have to say this before I lose my nerve,"

"Huh," Mikoto was startled by how serious he sounded.

"Mikoto," he dropped down to both his knees. "Please marry me,"

"Fugaku," she softly said, and then looked away. God, why now! Sure it was her dream that he would want to marry her, but she had not been completely honest with him. What if Fugaku wanted children? She couldn't do that to him. Fugaku deserved happiness and he deserved a wife that could give him kids. "I need time to think about it.

Fugaku sighed, and nodded.

"Okay," he said, and then watched her as she left.

Mikoto wanted to cry as she rushed out of the room, and felt herself become blinded with tears. Right now she couldn't let her emotions get the better of her. As emotional as she was, when she opened the doors from the first floor of B-building, she ended up running into a student. The humiliation of it made her burst into even more tears.

She couldn't take it anymore.

Kisame didn't mind one bit that they were missing their first class, but he would have never thought that Itachi could be incredibly nice. Especially to a crying teacher, the woman had bumped into Itachi and had started to cry harder than anything possible.

Before Kisame knew it, Itachi had asked him to help him take her to one of the restrooms that were made for the teachers, and using her key, they got in. Itachi had allowed her to sit down on the floor, and then told her to breathe as he pressed a wet towel into her heated face.

It seemed to calm her.

"Thank you," she sobbed, "but the two of you should really head to class. You are already late; I could give you a pass,"

"Class doesn't matter right now," Itachi coolly said. "Would you mind telling us why you are crying?"

"That will be none of your business," she said with slight hostility. Itachi didn't flinch. He couldn't. The face he was staring into was that of his birth giving mother. The woman that had birthed him years back, and he had hardly ever seen her cry.

He remembered her always being happy, and always being there for him. She always made things better when his father would overwork him to be the best. Itachi hardly had a childhood when it came to matters with his father. She had soothed that.

He just wanted to know now why she was crying. He really shouldn't care, but he found himself caring-oddly enough.

"I guess not, but with your pardon, miss, you are the one in tears right now." Itachi politely said, a concerned look taking over his usually passive face "You are definitely not alright."

The strange way Itachi talked made Mikoto freeze in her crying and regard him with curiosity. The honest, open look on Itachi's face seemed to trigger something in her mind that she wasn't sure she fully understood. She felt like she had seen him before…a dream perhaps?

"Who are you?" she asked, searching his face.

Itachi briefly wondered if perhaps his mother remembered him. "I'm Uchiha Itachi," he answered.

That trigger something in her mind and she gasped.

Itachi watched as her eyes hazed over, and her hand reached out to press into his chest. "Goose," she said.

Itachi inwardly cursed. Had Madara expected him to run into the reincarnation of his human mother and make him the Goose? That didn't seem fair, not one bit. Itachi's anger staved off though, when the reincarnation of his said birthmother giggled a little, and she blushed, lowering her head much like a school girl would.

"Ah, in my past life before I met my beloved husband Fugaku I had plenty of other males coming onto me. I never thought any of them were worthy of me, and when I met Fugaku, I knew he was the one. I wanted everything with him. Yes, he would never admit it, but I caught on fast enough, when he was the one that would leave a fresh flower for me every morning, on my window. I don't know what he was trying to say with it, I don't even know if he even knew what flowers symbolize, but it was sweet of him." She sighed deeply. "I was in love and in the end I was able to gift him a son. Yet," she cried, "I lost my son and on this life I can't gift him that son anymore. I can have no child, why," she cried.

Itachi wasn't sure if he should tell her that he was here, so he just allowed her to continue crying.

"It was my fault. I let that boy get close to my child," there was sudden a twisted rage on her beautiful face. "They thought they were so great, and I thought she had been my friend. But it was her son that killed mine and to blame me that we had kidnapped her suddenly missing child. Hah, the bastard just didn't want to face time in jail and he left. He left, and he never paid for taking my son's life!"

Itachi watched, feeling half amused to learn that he got his temper from his mother. His human father, as he remembered, was a man who didn't feel much. He didn't have a sense of right or wrong, and he never built attachments. All he ever remembered learning from him were business trade tactics, and calmly manipulate people into doing what you wanted.

"I got Fugaku to indulge me in everything, I gained the revenge I needed and I made that bitch's life miserable!" Mikoto roared, her lips twisted in rage. "If only my son would have been able to live his life, then he would be here with me. I kept thinking about how I lost my only child, that's all I have been able to think about. I can't let him go, even in death, I can still feel him. I can't let go of that pain in my chest, and I will never let go of the memory of him, his birth. My son, God, the only child I would have ever had."

Itachi shook his head.

He should have figured that his mother would slowly drive herself mad with the fact that he was gone. How could he forget, that she could no longer give birth. That the only child she was ever going to have was he himself. Thinking of what she had said earlier, she couldn't have any children.

Did that mean that because he was still here living, an eternal life, that his mother was never going to be able to give birth ever again. No, she was no longer his mother, she was a reincarnation Madara had said so. Madara…he was the one behind this revelation.

"Itachi, my precious son," She sobbed. "There was a lot I still wanted to tell you and teach you,"

"Um, what is she talking about?" Kisame was now confused. At first he had just heard the woman rant thinking that she was delusional, but now he was not so sure. Maybe this woman was clinically bad in the head.

"Shh," Itachi motioned for Kisame to keep silent.

"But,"

Itachi sent him a glare.

"I have always wanted to tell my dear boy, Itachi, that I was so proud of him. That I knew he was going to succeed in life, and I have always wanted the best for him. I always thought about other lives, and I knew he was going to return a better person. I miss him, even now." Her eyes looked warm and soft, the way only a mother's could, "I love him, for him, and I would have always accepted him. I miss my son every day,"

Itachi stood up.

"I'm sorry mom." He said in a small whisper and she seemed to have caught the words. Her head tilted up and Itachi sighed. "Tell Fugaku the truth. If he truly loves you then he'll accept the fact that you cannot have children. I have a feeling that having a child is not on his list of priorities," Signaling to Kisame, so they could leave.

Mikoto sobbed some more, and before Itachi stepped outside with Kisame, he was sure that she had thanked him. But he was not sure, because when he glanced back over his shoulder, she was unconscious.

While Sasuke was being paranoid and avoiding everyone that day, Naruto was being his overly happy self.

"Suigetsu!" the blond called, making the white haired male turn his head and grin when he saw Naruto. Sasuke raised an eyebrow, wondering when Naruto had made that friend.

Suigetsu walked over to them, "Hey Naruto, where have you been?"

"Stuck at my dorm," Naruto rolled his eyes, "Sasuke here seems to have gotten jumpy and a little paranoid or something. Even his twin brother Izuna noticed, but it seems like he's not talking"

"Really," Suigetsu looked at Sasuke, "did something happen?" The young Uchiha had his arms crossed and pout set on his face. He was not talking. Naruto nudged him, but the raven haired boy was not budging.

"He refuses to talk," Naruto said.

"Hm" Suigetsu hummed, and then grinned, "Anyways, I think we can go and find Kisame and his friends at the cafeteria for lunch. Kisame invited me and said I can bring you guys as well, if you want," He then gave Naruto a look, "That long raven haired boy is going to be there as well, I think you liked him right?"

Naruto giggled, nodding his head. "Cool, I'm there then."

Sasuke tensed. Where did Naruto get off giggling at the mention of the dominant he was trying to bait? Sasuke sighed, and then slapped the palm of his hand onto his forehead. He was confusing himself right now. His submissive side was so interested to see what this dominant had to offer, and yet another part of him was instinctively telling him that if he didn't want to mate and end up being someone submissive, he had to stay away. But he didn't want to stay away. He really did want a dominant. Something Sasuke was reluctant to actually admit.

Could that dominant sense that he was a submissive?

No, maybe not. Sasuke was good at hiding who he was. If that was the case, then he'd want the dominant to approach him and prove his worth. Otherwise, Sasuke knew he was going to dismiss him in any possibility of ever being anything to him. Then he had other factors to consider.

Was there a chance that Naruto could gain the dominant's favor?

Unfortunately, there was. If that dominant liked Naruto he could turn him and claim him. That thought pissed Sasuke off entirely.

Okay, despite wanting to run away, he didn't want to get too careless.

"Sasuke, are you coming or not!" Naruto loudly said, snapping Sasuke out of his thoughts. The raven haired boy didn't even have a chance to respond before he was being dragged off towards the cafeteria.

"Dobe, Let go," he snapped. He would have roughly made Naruto let him go, but he couldn't risk hurting the human.

"Oh just chill out Teme,"

Naruto and Suigetsu continued talking as they happily made their way into the crowded cafeteria. Sasuke looked around, his nose picking up the subtle scents of microwave cooked food, bagged milk, and plastic wrapped fruit. Most of it was unappealing and made Sasuke want to gag. The volumes of the voices in the cafeteria were also deafening, so Sasuke had to force himself to downplay his senses.

"There they are!" Suigetsu said, pointing towards a table in the back. A tall shark like boy was there, and so was the long haired raven.

"Let's get lunch first," Naruto insisted. Suigetsu nodded and they decided to get some lunch before heading over. Sasuke reluctantly grabbed a lunch of his own. Once they reached the table, Kisame jumped up and quickly greeted Suigetsu. Naruto re introduced himself, and Sasuke introduced himself for the first time.

"I'm Sasuke," he reluctantly said.

The long haired raven then was coaxed to introduce himself as well.

"Itachi," he gruffly said. Sasuke tensed. That name, he knew that name. Itachi, that was the name Izuna had called his brother, and Itachi here was a vampire…Itachi was his brother!

As they sat down, the red head from the hallway joined them.

"I'm Uzumaki Kyuubi," he stated, and even maneuvered himself around to shake hands with everyone. It startled everyone as he showed how overly friendly he was. He especially lingered over Naruto, and seemed reluctant to let go of his hand. This caused the blond to blush brightly.

"It was cool of you to let us join you at lunch," Suigetsu said as he turned to look at Kisame, "I like making friends,"

"That's good," Kyuubi said, "I like making friends as well," his eyes darted with interest to Naruto. "All you guys seniors as well?"

"Yup," Suigetsu and Naruto said. Sasuke shrugged.

"I'm a continuing student," Suigetsu said.

"Same here," Naruto added.

"New," Sasuke said just for the sake of conversation.

"So that makes two new students, Itachi is new here as well," Kisame loudly announced. Sasuke shifted, his eyes darting to Itachi. Itachi was not looking at him. Sasuke looked away and just allowed Naruto and Suigetsu to continue taking control of the conversation.

He could not believe it. Izuna's twisted game was starting to get to him. He had just unintentionally found his brother.

The more he thought about it, the more he remembered the rules Izuna had. He was not supposed to search for his brother. He was not supposed to know what he looked like. In fact, his father and his brother did not even know who he was. The only one who knew anything right now was he himself.

Secretly smirking to himself, Sasuke now knew why Izuna found games to be fun.

Especially when you knew something the other did not, it just gave you control.

Later that same afternoon, Sasuke found himself feeling glad that classes where over. Not that he had paid much attention seeing as his mind was preoccupied with other things. Like the new information he had found out earlier that afternoon at lunch.

"So now that I know his name, I think I'm going to ask him out," Naruto said as he skipped into the dorm room. Sasuke had to hold himself from growling possessively at Naruto that Itachi was his. Especially now that he also knew, Itachi is his brother.

"You can go ahead, but he's going to want to go out with me,"

"You sound so sure about that," Naruto stuck out his tongue. "Well whatever, we will let him decide in the end."

"Yah," Sasuke made a face, "Let him decide," and moved into his room. Naruto bounced into his own room and headed back into the living room. Sasuke sighed and placed his bag down on his bed, before loosening his shirt, and kicking off his shoes. It felt good to relax. Sasuke thought about changing into some sweatpants to get even more comfortable, when he noticed a white flower on his desk.

"A Camellia white flower" Sasuke whispered, looking at the flower in awe. He had never been given a flower before, and to find one here it was a little odd.

Maybe it was Izuna's?

Sasuke turned it around, trying to see if there was a tag to it, but he found none.

Suddenly the door to his dorm room opened and Naruto stuck his head in.

"Help me with my homework, teme,"

"Get out," Sasuke found himself defensively snapping and hiding the flower behind him. The blood inside him purred that it was for his eyes only.

"Come on Teme, or I'll complain,"

"Fine," Sasuke conceded, "Just get out, I'll go to the living room in a bit," Naruto nodded, and left, slamming the door loudly behind him.

Sasuke's heart was beating fast, the flower still held tightly in his hand.

Where had it come from?

Taking a deep breath, Mikoto walked into B-building and towards Fugaku's classroom. She paused as she saw that the door was wide open, and a few students were still making their way out. After a few moment of just standing there, staring at the open door, she finally stepped forward. Her stomach knotted in her nervousness, and her palms were sweaty, but she knew what she had to say.

At least, she was not sure where this new resolve had come in her, but ever since she woke up in the teacher's bathroom earlier that morning, she had felt warmth in her chest. A sort of promise that everything was going to be all right as long as she remained honest, and opened herself to Fugaku more.

Glancing inside, she noted that the classroom was practically empty. Fugaku was standing by the desk, placing his things away for the day. Feeling completely shy and as if her throat was about to choke her on its own, she knocked on the side of the door, gaining his attention.

"Mikoto," Fugaku said, a little startled. He had been feeling putdown since that morning that she left him alone.

She smiled. Everything was all right.

"Fugaku," She cutely tilted her head, "Before I say yes, there's something you should know about me…"

And she walked into his classroom, closing the door, and confessed.