Title: Ketsueki, Fukushuu, to Daisuki (Blood, Revenge, and Love)

Summary: Blood and revenge had been the only addictions high school junior Sasuke Uchiha had, but it seemed that the teenage vampire had discovered another even more serious addiction in the form of Naruto Uzumaki. (Sasunaru) (AU) (Title: Blood, Revenge, and Love)

A/N: Well, hello there! Guess where I am? No, I am not being verbally reprimanded for freaking out little kids at the library while on a review-induced high. I am at home with my newly-fixed laptop scaring the crap out of my parents.

Now, I have finally decided to give this story some actual plot! Yes, this is where it all becomes clear, and this is where we get some actual sasunaru! -throws handfuls of confetti into the air- Isn't it so exciting?

I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my reviewers and all the fellow sasunaru freaks who (eagerly?) await my not-so-fabulous updates.

Also, I'd like to congratulate icyhiei for figuring out a good chunk of the upcoming plot. I hope it wasn't too obvious…

Disclaimer: …Do I look like Kishimoto Masashi to you? I should hope not.

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Ketsueki, Fukushuu, to Daisuki

Chapter Two

The Truth

Naruto Uzumaki sighed heavily as he flopped down onto the couch, blue eyes lazily following his erratically pacing guardian. "Chill, Iruka. He's just coming over for dinner." Naruto said soothingly though he himself was highly irritable. Naruto had been determined to catch the dark-haired God's eyes all day, but it was as if the dark-eyed Adonis was pointedly ignoring him. Every time he approached the other teen, who's name he learned was Sasuke Uchiha, the other boy would seemingly disappear into thin air.

Naruto was certain that he wasn't gay. He was just naturally intrigued by the other boy. He had seen, in that brief moment when their eyes had met, a loneliness and coldness that he wanted to alleviate. Sasuke Uchiha had beautiful eyes, equal to Naruto's famously blue orbs in intrigue. His eyes, which at first glance seemed black, turned out to be a deep, heartbreakingly beautiful sapphire, mysterious as the night sky.

Naruto pulled himself up to look at Iruka who was pacing back and forth, tearing his hair out. The slender man was distraught over what to make for dinner. "Do you think they'll want Japanese food? I mean, they are in America now, but they're originally from Japan so…"

"Iruka, if this Kakashi guy really likes you, he won't give a flying fuck as to what you cook." Naruto said, peeling himself off the leather couch.

"Naruto!" Iruka gasped, scandalized at the blonde's language.

"And, if it makes you feel any better, I'll cook." The blonde continued oblivious of his guardian's interruption.

"Oh, Naruto, will you?" Iruka asked hopefully, his chocolate-colored eyes glowing with hope.

"Yes, so you can stop looking at me like that. Your making me want to swear off all things cute." Naruto walked briskly to the neat kitchen, fastening a pristine white apron around his waist. "You clean, I cook. This place will be prefect for your boyfriend." Naruto couldn't help but smile dotingly at the childish happiness that lit up Iruka's scarred face. Oddly enough, sometimes I feel like the uncle who has a dangerously soft spot for his childish nephew.

By the time seven o'clock rolled around, Naruto had managed to churn out a four-star meal: a steaming platter of yakisoba, a bowl of perfectly golden brown tempura (shrimp, eggplant, yam, onion, and many others), chicken with unagi sauce, miso soup, chilled mushroom salad and soba, and store-bought green tea ice cream. The teriyaki chicken Iruka had been making earlier had been rejected as well as the store-bought California rolls.

Naruto glanced at his watch and panicked quite spectacularly. He had five minutes to become presentable enough for dinner. Naruto streaked up the stairs, threw off the apron, and wriggled into jeans (loose, but not baggy), a plain leather belt wrapped around his hips, and a vibrant orange and white striped polo from Abercrombie and Fitch. If it had been anyone else coming, he wouldn't have bothered to wear something flattering, but, Sasuke was coming.

Naruto had to tell himself multiple times that pimping before seeing a classmate was perfectly normal.

Naruto bounded down the stairs to find Iruka dressed in the perfect mixture of mature and worldly and utterly adorable. Jeans that were just tight enough to compliment his butt and a brown turtleneck over a white dress shirt.

And then, the second Naruto scrambled down the stairs, the doorbell rang.

Naruto and Iruka exchanged frightened glances. Who should answer the door? The message passed effortlessly between them. Naruto waved his arms about and gestured wildly at Iruka and then at the door while Iruka blushed and shook his head, motioning with his eyes for Naruto to answer the door. Finally, Naruto shoved Iruka at the door, giving the older man no choice in the matter.

A silver-haired man walked through the door, dressed in a simple but flattering black polo and light wash jeans under a long wool coat. A grey scarf was wrapped around the bottom portion of his face and, just like Sasuke, he exuded alpha male and sex appeal.

Naruto was strangely disappointed to find Sasuke absent, not that he cared or anything.

"Kakashi," Iruka greeted, smiling as he reached for the other man's jacket. The fair-haired man smiled as he tugged off his smoky charcoal scarf revealing a handsome, chiseled face.

"Yo." He replied smoothly, pulling off his shoes. "Sasuke had something to take care off. He'll be around soon." The silver-haired man turned his dark stormy-grey gaze on Naruto. "And you must be Iruka's son. It's a pleasure to meet you." Kakashi seemed to study Naruto carefully, thoughtfully.

Naruto grinned and shook the offered hand, glad that Kakashi hadn't added adopted to his title because Naruto liked to think of Iruka as his real father. His biological parents meant nothing to him, not when he had Iruka. "Nice to meet you too, Kakashi." Naruto led the older men into the dining room where the authentic (or as authentic as Naruto could manage) Japanese meal was laid out.

"It looks great." Kakashi said with an easy going smile. "You made it, right, Naruto?"

Said blonde blinked in surprise. "How did you know?" ...He hadn't forgotten to take off his apron, had he?

Kakashi flashed Iruka a dimpled smile. "My 'Ruka can't cook to save his life." Kakashi laughed. Iruka blushed deeply. "I find it cute, though." Kakashi laughed and Iruka blushed even further. Naruto rolled his eyes. He had no problem with Iruka's sexuality, he just wasn't exactly comfortable watching his dad flirt.

"Should wait for Sasuke?" Iruka asked. Anything to change the subject, after all. Iruka had always been touchy about not being able to cook well. There was a reason why they had to have two boxes devoted to cook books when they moved into their apartment.

Kakashi blinked. "Hm… I'll call him." Kakashi took out his phone which looked like a sleek space age Blackberry. Suddenly, in his palm, it began beeping. "Or, he'll call me." Kakashi said with another of his enigmatic smiles. "Moshi moshi? (1)" Kakashi turned the phone on speaker.

"I'm done with my rounds." A smooth, velvety voice filled the room. In the background, Naruto could hear the rush of the wind and the sound of traffic. "I'm sending Genma to take care of Sector 3. Asuma is taking care of 2 and Raidou is handling 1. All sectors are quiet tonight. It's probably because of yesterday. I have a feeling that woman was leading them and now that she's cleared out, so have her followers. Should I change? I'm not exactly presentable."

"Yeah. And, I think you should know that I'm on speaker. And that both Iruka and Naruto understand Japanese." Kakashi said with a jovial smile.

"Kuso (2). You should've told me…" The person on the other end, Sasuke, Naruto presumed, didn't sound too happy.

"Don't get your panties in a knot, princess. We're going to tell them anyway, and Iruka already knows about us." Naruto was growing more and more confused with every word. Hunting? Sectors? Rounds? What woman? Leading who? Knew about what?

"Hn."

"Aw, and I though you were getting more talkative."

"Urusei, baka yaseppochi (3)."

"Hai, hai (4)." Kakashi waved his hand in the air distractedly, something he was in a habit of doing. "Just get dressed, preferably something casually dressy, like slacks and a black polo."

"…That better not be what you're wearing." Sasuke sounded slightly disgruntled and annoyed.

"Na, I'm wearing your jeans. And don't you dare wear what you wore to school today, because Genma threatened to pick us up, and, well, I'm pretty sure not even you can deal with a horny Genma." Naruto was a little surprised. Those two shared clothes? They sounded pretty close.

"Don't remind me."

"Hey, you don't sound too happy. What's wrong? Genma cop a feel again?" Who was this Genma, anyway?

"Hn." Sasuke grumbled, but it was followed by a sound slap and a softly grumbled "hentai (5)".

"Kakashi!" A loud, exuberant voice piped up. "How's your dinner date going?"

"Genma, give me back the phone." Sasuke sounded royally pissed.

"Aw, c'mon. You know that if I don't make Kakashi promise to give me all the juicy details now, I won't get to find out how the sex was."

"Genma!" Sasuke snapped angrily, his voice somehow managing to retain its steely coldness. "Kakashi's on speaker!" Naruto glanced to Iruka who was blushing deeply. So that's why he was so bouncy when he came home and even took me out for dinner for a change. Ew… I could've lived without that. Because, well, just.. ew.

"Whoops. Sorry." Genma didn't sound apologetic. He actually sounded like he was gloating. Naruto could here a soft growl and tussling on the other end accompanied by a yelp of pain and soft searing.

"Ha, you got beat by Sasuke again, Genma." Kakashi said sounding proud of his half brother and more than a little gloating.

"Aw, shut it. I only let him win because he said he'd keep it on speaker." The man's voice screamed pout.

"And I only said that because you need to go and do your job." Sasuke said, snapping his fingers. "Go, boy."

"I'll be your bitch any time, Sasuke." Genma smirked which earned him something that sounded like a rather painful kick. "Fine." He grumbled. "See ya."

"He's gone." Sasuke replied emotionlessly.

"Well, go get dressed and pop on over. We'll be waiting." Kakashi said.

"Are you done now?" Sasuke asked shortly.

"Hey, you're the one who called." Kakashi didn't sound hurt, though.

"Hn. I'm hanging up."

And, just like that, one of the stranger conversations Naruto had been privy to ended.

Sasuke gave himself and analytical one-over in the mirror: sleek black and white Converses, dark wash jeans, a beaten leather belt, a white polo, and a navy colored v-neck sweater. A bit preppy for his tastes, but he thought that he might as well make a good impression on Umino and Uzumaki.

His eyes narrowed a little at the though of Naruto. He had the sweetest smelling blood Sasuke had ever encountered. Personally, Sasuke was shocked that Konoha was so quiet. His blood could be smelled from miles away. And he was very handsome, well built and oceanic eyes and tousled blonde hair. Good looks was a plus for anyone.

But, within Naruto was something that was the true cause for the sweetness of his blood: the kyuubi; the nine-tailed fox. It was the last of its kind; all the others had been sealed away into the underworld. If a vampire was to drink the blood of a demon, they would become unstoppable. That was the real reason for coming to Konoha: to protect Naruto from Akatsuki.

Sasuke fingers curled into fists at the mere thought of that hated association. I won't let you have him, Itachi. Even if I have to die for it, I will get my revenge.

Sasuke couldn't help but wonder if they would need back up. The infamous Sannin lived in Konoha: Tsunade and Jiraiya Sannin. But, they had refused to act as anything but backup. Of course, Kakashi had old friends he could call upon for help, but against a force like Akatsuki…

It was all very worrying.

Iruka had done a good job of running from Akatsuki and keeping the truth from Naruto. But, there was a time when running was no longer an option, and that time had come.

"…so, Sasuke will be acting as your body guard and will be joined by Hinata Hyuga and Neji Hyuga when they… recover and have time to… train." Kakashi said looking at Naruto sagely.

Honestly, Naruto could hardly believe a word Kakashi had said that past half hour. Kakashi had explain everything, yet it was all so unbelievable… Supposedly, Naruto's biological father, Minato Namikaze, was a very old and powerful vampire who was respected by all be fell from grace when he fell in love with a human, Kushina Uzumaki, Naruto's mother. And, even less believable than that, Naruto himself was a half-vampire with a demon fox sealed within him, destined to turn into a full-fledged vampire himself on the day of his eighteenth birthday, in less then two years... It was impossible, yet… the way Kakashi said it all, the way Sasuke's cold dark-eyed stare bore into him with a gravity Naruto couldn't even begin to understand… Could it really be true?

Sasuke seemed to understand the look of disbelief in Naruto's blue eyes instantly. "It's true, usuratonkachi." Naruto felt his heart rate increase as he stared into those fathomless inky pools. Naruto tore his eyes away.

"But how? Why?" Naruto asked brokenly. It was impossible. No one would willingly seal a demon, a monster, into the body of a day-old chile, their own son no less!

"We don't know why. All I know is that your father was a good man and he must have had his reasons for sealing that demon inside you." Kakashi looked so serious that Naruto felt real fear creep across him. It really wasn't a joke. No one was that good of an actor. "Naruto, you are in danger. That's why I'm having Sasuke take care of you. You two share the same schedules. Stay with him, Naruto. It's for your own good."

"Hn." Sasuke didn't look too happy with the way things were going, and Naruto felt a slight, strange pang. Why did he care that Sasuke didn't like him? Why was he obsessing over Sasuke's sudden change of style? Why was he obsessed with Sasuke himself?

"And, Naruto?" Kakashi's eyes were dark and foreboding and Naruto felt himself shaking a little in fear. "You'll need to train with us. You'll need to know how to fight off a vampire."

Naruto's day couldn't get any worse.

Naruto was woken up by the screech of his alarm clock. A tan hand fumbled above his blanket before finally finding the button. "Damn clock." Naruto grumbled before untangling himself from his blanket. Naruto sighed heavily as he studied himself in the mirror. He looked tired and worn out, the product of a long night of worry and questions. Kakashi's and Sasuke's explanations had been less than satisfactory.

"When teme gets here, I'm making him explain my training." Naruto promised himself as he pulled on various articles of clothing. Naruto couldn't help but wonder… what would Sasuke wear? He wouldn't have an excuse to not wear a uniform, and the teachers had threatened to suspend him if he didn't start following the rules.

Personally, Naruto thought it was pretty cool how Sasuke didn't seem to give a damn.

Naruto managed to stumble down the stairs and make himself some cereal but all he managed to do as prod at the now-soggy cornflakes and count down the seconds until he got to see Sasuke again. The raven has said he'd be by at seven…

Naruto shook his head violently in an effort to get his head out of the clouds. I'm acting like a lovesick school girl. I don't even know this guy. Naruto let out a growl of frustration. So what if Sasuke had managed to capture the hearts of the student body with his good looks? Naruto sure as hell wasn't falling for that creep. He was a vampire! I'm not even gay, Naruto told himself calmingly. There's no way Sasuke's going to turn me into a fruit. Nope. None. Nada.

Naruto was jolted out of his thoughts by a loud horn. "Teme…" Naruto growled to himself. Didn't Sasuke have any consideration? It was seven in the morning. The irate blonde grabbed his bag and bolted out the door waving to a half-asleep Iruka as he made his way down the stairs.

Sasuke was waiting outside, his stylish silver Nissan pulled up to the curb, the window rolled down. The brunette was dressed in the school uniform, but he had added a showy leather collar clasped around his pale throat and he looked disturbingly hot, small silver earrings adorning his ears. His dark eyes were rimmed with kohl like yesterday and his hair was gelled into its usual style. Naruto couldn't help but wonder if Sasuke's hair naturally stuck up in the back or not.

The loud, abrasive horn sounded again, urging Naruto to hurry up. Just to spite the other boy, Naruto walked even slower as he adjusted his navy tie. Naruto lazily walked to the passenger side door and made of show of stooping down to examine himself in the mirrored windows, tousling his movie star blonde hair to perfection before getting in with a smirk.

"Took you long enough." Sasuke said emotionlessly, turning cool black eyes to Naruto. The blonde returned Sasuke's analytical once-over, discovering yesterday's studded belt and Converses had been added along with leather bracelets that matched his collar. Somehow, Sasuke managed to make a uniform that looked like it had been stolen from some Shojo manga look badass. Naruto looked like the perfect, good-doing prince.

"Whatever, just drive." Naruto said, proud that he sounded normal even though he was that close to salivating over the V of bare skin revealed by Sasuke's open shirt. His jacket was buttoned up, but the dress shirt underneath wasn't and he had left the tie behind. Naruto had worn everything like he was supposed to and managed not to look dorky doing it, a fact that made the rambunctious blonde quiet proud.

Sasuke "hn"ed and drove like a maniac to school. It took all of Naruto willpower and pride to keep from screaming like a little girl. The second the car came to a stop, Naruto flung himself out the door and nearly kissed the ground in his relief.

"I am never driving with you again." He gasped out, pulling himself up to meet Sasuke's amused and triumphant eyes.

"Sorry, dobe, but I'm the one who's supposed to pick you up." Sasuke seemed to be enjoying Naruto's terror far too much.

"Then I'm driving." Naruto said with finality.

"There's no way in hell I'm letting you drive my car, usuratonkachi."

"C'mon. There's no way I'm a worse driver than you!" Naruto whined, pouting a pout that put puppies to shame. Sasuke didn't look the least but effected.

"Nope. Not happening." The raven's steely gaze and icy voice brooked no argument.

"Please?" Naruto smiled hopefully.

"No. Now let's just get to class." Sasuke turned and stalked off. The blonde's pout only grew.

"Fine, but this isn't over." The younger boy called, quickly running to catch up to the raven's smooth, ground-eating strides.

"Hn." Sasuke sped up even further, eager to get to class before anyone else so he could escape his fangirls.

"Hey, teme, what is training anyway?" Naruto asked as he and Sasuke walked through the doors of Konoha High, they're feet pattering against the polished tile floor.

"You'll find out."

"Very descriptive." Naruto said dryly. "But, even you can do better than that. What'll we learn?"

"Stuff." Sasuke obviously wasn't in a talkative mood, not that he ever was.

"C'mon. Just one little hint." Wheedling and whining would have to bear fruit eventually, right?

"No, dobe, not at school." The raven said flatly.

"Oh, come on! No one's here yet, and we have first period with Kakashi-sensei. You know he doesn't show up until class is half over, so no one but us will even bother to come."

"No."

"Later?" Naruto asked hopefully.

"Maybe."

"So, after school?"

"No, soccer tryouts."

"You play soccer?" Naruto certainly hadn't known that. The stoic Uchiha nodded, pushing open the door to room 32B.

"That's cool. So do I. Hey, maybe I'll try out too! You just show up, right." Naruto snagged the seat in the last row beside Sasuke.

"Yeah, but there's no chance a dunce like you can make the team. Konoha's soccer team is supposed to be the best in the region." Sasuke smirked, knowing that Naruto would get riled up over Sasuke's assumption that Naruto couldn't play soccer. So predictable… He mused. It's kind of cute, actually. The second that though crossed his mind, the raven's smirk dropped. What the hell? Where did that thought come from?

"Hey, are you saying I can't play? You haven't even seen me play before. I can definitely make it!" Naruto's baby blue eyes burned with determination.

The Uchiha's smirk made a return. He turned sly midnight eyes on the angry blonde, his almost-smile wider and almost cruel. "Make water boy, you mean?"

"What? Hell no!" Naruto looked scandalized by the very notion. "I'll become Konoha's star forward, you just wait and see!"

"Forward? Funny, that's the position I play."

"Well, get ready to be kicked off your high horse, then, because Naruto Uzumaki is going to lead the Shinobi (6) to Nationals!" Naruto stood up, raising his fist jubilantly in the air. I'll show teme!

"We'll see about that." Sasuke snorted, unimpressed. Naruto couldn't help but smile. He was beginning to like Sasuke more and more.

(1) Hello on the telephone.

(2) Um, the rough equivalent of damn, I think. Oh, I do love the Japanese and their strange swears.

(3) Something along the lines of "Shut up, stupid/idiotic scarecrow."

(4) Yeah, yeah. Basically, Kakashi's brushing Sasuke off.

(5) Pervert, A.K.A Genma. XD

(6) The soccer team. Yes, I know, so creative, but whatever. Do I sense rivalry coming up between our two favorite bishonen?

A/N: I can probably only squeeze in one more update before I leave for… -drum roll- Alaska! For vacation, not permanently. I won't be able to write because I can't very well write yaoi with my homophobe friends of the family breathing down my neck 24/7. And, after that, school will be starting up, so updates will be getting even slower. But, I will update, so please don't give up on me.

Gah, this chapter turned out horrible and boring! But, there will be fluff to come!

And now, for your amusement, I will indulge in a quick rant. So, the other day, blithely ignoring all warnings, I found out what a (yaoi) lemon is. Needless to say, I am scarred for life and hating myself for being an idiot and not understanding the warning that clearly said "Warning: Lemon Ahead!". And, even sadder than that, I think I'm addicted to lemons… -hides head in shame-

Now, I have a few questions: what exactly is a lemon (definition) and what's a lime. I mean, FFN has its own language: AU, OC, OOC, lemon, lime, lmao, rofl… I really need a FFN/Anime-Nerd-nese to English dictionary.

So please, leave a review so that I will no longer blindly stumble across things I'd rather not see.

And, I gave you some sasunaru, finally, so PLEASE reward me with a review? –looks upwards hopefully, clasping a Sasuke plushie to her chest-

Thanks for reading and… review!!