A/N: Ha... Imagine my surprise... almost half of my reviews said "What? NARUSasu? What?!" and almost EVERYONE said "YOU KILLED KIBA?!" YES! I killed Kiba. Shocking, I know, it must be this dreadful headache I have... though... I must've been psychic since I definitely got this headache today and not yesterday... anyway, here's chapter two, enjoy. Remember, this is a flashback... just laying it out there.

Disclaimer: K. Masashi locked me in his basement when he caught me trying to steal Kiba... again... I bet he has a tally of how many times he's stopped me, you know, just to spite me...

Twenty Years Previous.

Kakashi Hatake let out a soft snore as the sixteen year old lay on his couch, his laptop open on the coffee table beside him, a porn site on the screen. In his hand, he held an orange book entitled Icha Icha Paradise, a porn novel. After all, the boy was sixteen years old. What else would be on his mind other than sex and naked women?

A loud bang interrupted the boy's slumber, pulling him violently out of a wonderful dream involving himself, Carmen Electra, and a can of whipped cream.

"What the—" He began to get up to go to the door, but another insistent bang caused him to jump. Letting out a cry, he rolled off the couch and slammed his head against the corner of the coffee table. "Jesus Christ! Ow!" he yelled angrily—not at anyone in particular, he just needed to let it out.

Clutching his head, the young boy made his way to the door, grumbling about stupid tables being too close to couches. He was going to have a chat with his mum about that later. With a sigh, he opened the door, and had to reach out to grab the person leaning against it.

"Oh my God! Oh my God, Shayera! Shayera!" He shook his best friend's prone form, feeling panic rising in his throat as he saw all the blood. Jesus, it was—it was everywhere! "Oh my God, hold on. Hold on, babe."

Scooping the girl in his arms, Kakashi slammed the door shut with his foot and rushed to the couch, placing his bleeding friend on it. He tried to establish where all the blood was coming from, but there was too much of it, so he couldn't find a wound.

"Jesus. Hang on. Just hang on." he said, mostly to himself.

He reached over and grabbed his phone, pulled the handle off the cradle and was about to dial nine-one-one when a hand fell onto the hang-up button. Startled, the boy looked over to see Shayera's eyes open, although cloudy.

"Shayera, what happened?" he demanded as he dropped the phone, crouching beside her. "What happened?"

"Don't." she wheezed out.

"Don't what?"

"Don't call an ambulance. Don't—don't tell anyone about this."

"Shayera, you're bleeding to death!" Kakashi hollered hysterically.

"It's too late, anyway." she whispered as she closed her eyes, tears making their way down her cheeks. "He took him."

"What?"

"He took my son."

Kakashi's head snapped back. Who took what?! Shayera had a son?! What was going on?!

"Shayera, you're delusional." Kakashi went to pick up the phone again, but her hand was still on the hang-up button. "Shayera, I need to call for help!"

"Kakashi, listen to me." she forced out, gritting her teeth. "Have you not noticed? Could you not even tell?"

All right, Kakashi had to admit, he'd thought she was gaining a little bit of weight, but—a child?! No, that was insane! She was sixteen years old, for crying out loud! And she'd just turned sixteen! That would've made her pregnant at fifteen years of age! There was no way!

"Kakashi, I was pregnant." Shayera continued, obviously noting the look in her best friend's eyes. "I was pregnant, and I had a son. I named him Naruto—and then, he was taken from me."

"What are you talking about?" Kakashi demanded, grabbing one of her hands in his. "Who took him?"

"His father. Jesus, I thought everything would be all right. I thought—I didn't..." She began to cry again, and Kakashi didn't know what to do. God help him, he didn't know what to do!

"Who is his father?"

"Do you believe in vampires, Kakashi?" All right, now I know she's lost it, Kakashi thought with a sigh. "Don't give me that look, Hatake. They're real."

"All right, I'll indulge you. They're real." Kakashi sighed, wanting desperately to call an ambulance, but knowing she would never let him. Weak or not, the girl was amazing at guilting people in and out of things. Kakashi would respect her wishes for the time being, but only for the time being. In five more minutes, he was calling that ambulance.

"I met one." Shayera whispered, closing her eyes. "A vampire. He seemed kind. Gentle. I thought he was going to kill me, but he didn't. He said he liked me. I think—I think I loved him." A sob escaped her throat and Kakashi tightened his hold on her hand. "Things got out of hand, and we went too far. Before I knew it, I was pregnant. I couldn't abort the child, there was no way I would do something so horrible. So I kept it, and hid it from everyone. I thought he wouldn't know, but he found out. Something changed when he realized I was pregnant. He became different. I got scared and tried to get away from him, but he wouldn't let me. Jesus, Kakashi—that child wasn't meant to be born for another two months!"

"So he's premature?"

"They wrenched him out of me!" Shayera shrieked. "Oh, God! They—I can't..." She dissolved into tears again, and Kakashi didn't know what to do.

"Why would they do this?"

"They found out I wasn't going to let him have my son."

"Who's him?"

"The father! He's the leader of the vampires. They call him 'The Fourth' because he's the fourth vampire to take leadership since the start of this clan. His real name is Arashi. Arashi Uzumaki. He's almost like a Dracula!"

"All right, Shayera, I'm going to call an ambulance, now." Kakashi said as he pulled her hand off the phone. He'd had enough of this. He wasn't going to sit there and let his best friend die because she was hallucinating.

"No! Please, Kakashi!"

The boy's door suddenly flew open and before Kakashi even had the chance to turn around, his head was grabbed and smashed into the coffee table. He fell to his side, seeing stars and groaning as blood trickled from a cut on his forehead.

"Kakashi! No, please! Don't!" Shayera shrieked. "Don't hurt him!"

"Don't hurt him?" Kakashi groaned as someone sat on his stomach and grabbed his pale hair, pulling his head up so he could stare into his eyes. Kakashi almost gasped, but the pain made it difficult—that and the fact that someone was sitting on his chest.

Kakashi was staring at a man with brown hair and a goatee, but that wasn't what held his attention. The man in front of him had red eyes. They were completely red, not a single patch of white, brown, or black. Just—red. And to top it off, the man had fangs emerging from his mouth.

Shayera had been telling the truth. These were vampires.

"You ran away, Shayera. Arashi isn't very happy." He jerked Kakashi's head and the boy groaned as he felt his spine straining from the position.

"Please, Asuma! Please, don't hurt him!" Shayera exclaimed. It was amazing to Kakashi that she could sound so strong when she was so weak. "Please, don't do anything to him!"

"Fine." Asuma grumbled as he let Kakashi's head fall back to the ground and stood up. "He isn't the reason I'm here, anyway."

The vampire grabbed Shayera violently and pulled her into his arms, looking down at Kakashi. The young boy wheezed as his vision blurred, but he kept his eyes locked on Shayera. He could read what she was trying to tell him with her eyes. Please, save my son.

Kakashi blinked, and they were gone. With a groan, he rolled over and grabbed the phone, dialling a number slowly. He still couldn't see straight. He hadn't been able to save Shayera, so he was going to save her son if it was the last thing he did.

"Hello?"

"Old man, people think you're crazy, right?" he asked one of his teachers from school.

"Who is this?"

"Kakashi Hatake, now answer my question."

"Yes, people call me crazy, why do you ask?" He sounded annoyed, but Kakashi didn't care.

"It's because of what you say regarding vampires, right?"

There was a pause, and then, he spoke again. "Tell me what happened."

"My friend. She became pregnant by their leader. This—"

"Arashi Uzumaki. She actually conceived? It was said to be impossible!" he exclaimed, sounding amazed.

"Not the point, old man." Kakashi bit out. Blood was dripping into his eyes. "They took her child from her and they just stole her from my house."

"I don't see what this has to do with me." the man huffed.

"I know you babble about some asshole leader vampire who ruined your life. I know now it wasn't just stories. If you want your revenge, help me get this kid back. Help me save what my friend wanted me to save."

There was silence for a few seconds, and Kakashi thought maybe the old man had hung up. Then, he spoke. "Jiraiya Sannin, at your service, Hatake. Tell me what you want me to do."

Two Hours Later.

Kakashi panted as he and Jiraiya ran from the burning house behind them, reaching the top of the small hill and turning to stare at it. Both were covered in blood and sweat, some of it theirs, some of it not.

As they both panted, staring at the burning building, the screams echoing in their ears, Kakashi slowly looked down at the small, sleeping form in his arms. The child looked so—innocent. So peaceful. The screams didn't wake him, and neither did any of the other noise. He'd fallen asleep at almost the exact moment as he'd been put into Kakashi's arms. Before that, he'd been crying, but the second Kakashi picked him up, he stopped and just kind of stared before falling asleep.

Tears pricked the young boy's eyes as he stared down at his best friend's child. His dead best friend's child. She'd been killed after having been brought back to the hideout. Apparently, this Arashi character didn't take too kindly to his whore—as he called her—running away. She'd been punished, and being already half-dead, it didn't take long for her to die.

Jiraiya and Kakashi had managed to trap all the vampires inside the house to be burned to death—to their knowledge, only one had escaped. Arashi Uzumaki. Kakashi growled angrily, vowing that he would not rest until he killed this man.

"Come, Kakashi." Jiraiya put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "We have to go. We can't linger." He turned and began making his way back towards where they'd parked the car.

Kakashi remained where he was a few seconds longer, glaring at the house, before turning and following his teacher. He climbed into the back seat, holding the child carefully in his arms. Seconds later, Jiraiya began to drive them away from the house and back into the city. They'd been in the rural area of Orleans, Ontario.

"What now?" Jiraiya whispered, looking in the rear-view mirror at the young boy.

Kakashi ran his hand gently down the blond child's cheek. He shifted in his sleep before settling again.

"I don't know." Kakashi admitted.

"You got a name for him?" Jiraiya asked.

"Yeah. Shayera—wanted him to be called Naruto."

"Naruto." Jiraiya repeated. "It's a nice name."

"Yeah." Kakashi whispered. "Hey old man."

"Hm?"

"I know I've already asked a lot of you, but—I can't take Naruto home with me. My mum will flip. Can you—can you take care of him? I'll take him off your hands when I'm older, but for now..." he trailed off, not sure what else to say.

"Sure, kid." Jiraiya smiled at him in the rear-view mirror. "I'll take care of him."

Six years later.

Kakashi rubbed his mess of grey hair as he tapped his pencil on his desk, the end of a pen stuck in his mouth. He chewed on it lazily as he reviewed the problem before him, repeating the numbers over and over in his head.

The twenty-two year old let out a sigh, throwing his pencil on the desk and pulling the pen out of his mouth, sticking it behind his ear. He bent back on his chair so his weight was supported on the two back legs and stretched.

His cell phone rang for the twentieth time in twelve minutes, and looking at the number, he noted it was Jiraiya. Again. For the twentieth time.

"Jesus Christ, I told him I had a final tomorrow." Kakashi growled angrily as he snatched the phone up. "Why does he keep fucking calling me?"

As he went to answer it, the ringing stopped, showing the line had been cut off. A few seconds later, his phone beeped to show he had a message. The twentieth one. Kakashi sighed, shaking his head.

Jiraiya was always calling him about proof-reading these books he sold, and honestly, Kakashi loved doing it. They were porn, he was a man still stuck between adolescence and adulthood. He loved the porn—just not right now. He had a final coming up that was going to make or break his credits for graduation. If he wanted to graduate by the end of that year—two full years earlier than everyone else he knew—then he had to pass it.

I'll just call him and tell him I'm busy. He'll leave me alone. He will. Kakashi picked up his phone again and dialled the old man's number. It rang once before Jiraiya's frantic voice yelled down the line.

"Where the fuck have you been?!"

"Calm down, old man." Kakashi sighed. "Your books can't be that—"

"This isn't about my stupid books, it's about Naruto!"

Kakashi straightened, his eyes wide. "What about him? What about Naruto? What happened?"

"He's gone!" All the colour drained from Kakashi's face as the blood in his veins froze, the two words echoing in his head.

He's gone. He's gone. He's gone.

"What happened?!" Kakashi was on his feet now, pacing. "Was it Arashi? Did he find him? What?!"

"No, I don't—I don't know!" Jiraiya sounded ready to cry. Kakashi had to admit, he wasn't far behind. He'd only had one job since Shayera's death, and that was taking care of Naruto. And now—he'd probably failed.

"I came home from work and found Naruto at the fridge. He was—he was tearing into some raw steak I'd put in the fridge." Kakashi winced, but said nothing. "I asked what he was doing and he just—he went crazy. He jumped at me and bit my hand. I started bleeding and yelling at him to stop. Then, I saw his eyes." Jiraiya stopped talking after that.

"And?!" Kakashi hollered hysterically. "Then what?!"

"They were red." the old man whispered. "I don't know what happened, but it was almost like he was turning. Turning into one of them."

"But he's human!" Kakashi insisted. "He's been out in the sun and everything!"

"He's also part vampire. I think—he's evolving. Something's happening to him."

"Then we have to find him before this gets out of hand." Kakashi insisted.

"I don't think he wants to be found."

"What do you mean?!"

Jiraiya sighed. "After he realized what he was doing, Naruto jerked away from me. He looked panicked. He ran out of the house, even though I yelled at him to come back. He-he left of his own accord. I think—he was scared of hurting me."

"Maybe he came to see me." Kakashi opened his curtains to look outside, his eyes scanning for the blond boy.

"He doesn't want to hurt anyone else, Kakashi. I think he ran. I don't think—we're going to find him again."

Two years later.

A twenty-four year old grey-haired man walked down the street with his hands buried in his coat pockets. He nodded to all the women who gave him flirtatious looks, and even winked at a few of them, causing them to giggle insanely and comment to their friends on how cute he was.

Kakashi enjoyed nights like this. The ones where he could just walk down the street without a care in the world. They didn't happen very often, mostly because Jiraiya had been hell-bent on making him some kind of vampire-slayer. Of course—that had been before the Sannin had been killed by Arashi. Yet another person for Kakashi to avenge.

It hadn't been too long ago. About a month or so. Kakashi was still trying to wash the other man's blood out of the carpet. It had been horrible, and gruesome. Kakashi sometimes wondered if that could've been him, had he been home. He was, after all, the one who'd stolen Naruto. Not Jiraiya. The Sannin had only accompanied him.

Kakashi's head shot up as he heard someone yelling.

"Go on, get out of here, you bloody thief!" A restaurant owner threw a piece of stale bread at a retreating figure who was clutching something to his chest for dear life.

Kakashi's eyes widened as he caught a brief glimpse of the child before he disappeared around a corner. Blond hair. The grey-haired man bolted after him, running full-speed. It had been two years since Naruto had disappeared, so the child would be about eight by this time. About the same age as the one who'd been running away.

Sweet Jesus, have I found him?! Kakashi ran down the small alley the boy had disappeared into, only to find he'd continued running. Kakashi chased after him until they reached another alley around the back of a church.

The boy stopped, crouching down and tearing into the stale bread he'd stolen from the restaurant, eating it hungrily, as if he hadn't eaten for weeks. The odd thing was—he still looked fairly well-groomed, and he looked well-fed. Kakashi didn't understand.

As the man moved closer, he stepped on broken glass, the pieces cracking beneath his boots. The child before him jerked around, his eyes wide. Blue eyes. Kakashi could've cried. Oh my God, it is him! I found him!

"Naruto!" Kakashi moved forward, but the child dropped what he was holding and scrambled back. The older man paused. Perhaps he'd scared him. "Naruto, it's me. It's Kakashi. Do you remember me?" He moved forward more slowly, one hand out in a non-threatening manner.

"What do you want?" Naruto asked in a small, terrified voice as he continued to crawl backwards, his large, fearful eyes locked on Kakashi.

"I just want to talk."

"Stay away!" Naruto screamed, his hands coming up to bury themselves in his hair and tug. Kakashi paused slightly before continuing forward.

"I'm not going to hurt you." he reassured in a calm voice.

"I said stay away!" Naruto scrambled across the alley, hiding behind a garbage can. "I know you won't hurt me—I'm the one who might hurt you." the boy whispered. "Stay away! Stay away!"

"Naruto, I think I know what's happening to you." Kakashi said as he moved closer, trying to inch around the garbage can. "Let me help you!"

"Well, well." The grey-haired man turned sharply, his eyes widening. "If it isn't Hatake. Jiraiya's boy-toy." A vampire smirked at him.

"Boy-toy." The one beside the first snickered.

"How was the funeral?" a third asked, the only female in the group of three.

They began walking forward, encircling the human as he growled, looking around himself at his enemies. He was pretty sure he could handle idiot number two, but numbers one and three looked old. They smelled of death, and that was always bad, in his books. Jiraiya used to say that if he could smell the stench of their kills, they were probably too old to fight, and he should just run. They were probably part of the group that had killed him.

"What's the matter, Hatake?" the female teased. "You look a little white. Scared?"

"Of you?" Kakashi ground out, even though he could feel his knees shaking. "Don't make me laugh.

The girl frowned, growling angrily at the insult. Then, she pounced, jumping onto Kakashi and throwing him clear off the ground to land on his back. His breath froze in his lungs as she leaned forward, her fangs grazing his cheek slightly before she moved to his ear.

"Did you know he begged for his life? Your precious Sannin. He died begging to be spared, offering us everything. You, that kid he used to watch, even his own sister." Kakashi ignored her, knowing she was lying. He just had to find a way out of this, right now. "What about you, Hatake? Not going to beg? Not even going to ask for me to turn you and make you my little toy?"

"Thanks." Kakashi bit out. "But I'd rather die."

"Something that can easily be arranged!" the female snapped as she hissed in his face before lowering her mouth towards his neck.

As Kakashi closed his eyes, preparing himself for his inevitable fate—the most amazing thing happened. The vampire was thrown off him, and her throat was ripped out before she turned to dust, dead. The grey-haired man jerked up into a sitting position, his eyes wide as he stared at the sight before him.

Naruto stood over the spot where the female's body had been, a chunk of flesh at his feet and blood covering his mouth and dribbling down his chin from when he'd bitten into her throat. His eyes were completely red and he seemed to have black tendrils flowing off of him, lashing out at the walls around him as he glared at the other two male vampires.

"Don't touch him." His voice came out echoed, and laced with evil.

"Dude, let's go!" the idiot vampire exclaimed, staring at Naruto fearfully. The other just laughed as he stepped forward, walking over Kakashi towards Naruto with a sneer.

"He's just a little kid!" he insisted to his friend. "Come on, little kid." he taunted as he moved forward, laughing. "Come home with us. Mommy's worried."

"Mommy's dead!"

Kakashi felt those words in his bones. A chill ran down his spine and he shook uncontrollably at the menace, anger, hatred and evil in the eight year old's voice. It was like Naruto had packed his things and moved away, leaving behind this—monster.

Naruto had snapped the vampire's neck before Kakashi even had time to finish blinking, the vampire turning to dust in the eight year old's fingers before red eyes looked up to lock on the last vampire. It let out a pitiful scream before turning around and running away.

And just as quickly as it had happened, it ended. Naruto's eyes returned to blue and he fell to the ground, seizing. Kakashi stood, his shoulder twinging in protest, but he ignored it. He ran to the kid and bent down beside him.

"Naruto? Naruto! Shit." He pulled out one of his knives for attacking vampires and brought it to his wrist. He took a deep breath and cut into his wrist. It was a shallow cut, really, but enough to get the blood flowing.

"Come on, Naruto. Come on." Kakashi pulled the boy up with his free hand, bringing his wrist to the blond's lips. Naruto turned his head away with a snarl. "Naruto, listen to me. Listen to me!" he ordered. "You have to do this. Jiraiya and I are pretty sure we know what's wrong with you, but if you don't drink this right now, you might turn and never come back. Please."

Naruto stared up at Kakashi pleadingly, almost as if he just wanted to die. Kakashi wouldn't hear of it, forcing his wrist against the blond's lips. The second the blood hit his tongue, Naruto's eyes widened and he grabbed Kakashi's wrists with both hands, holding it against his mouth. The man winced as Naruto bit into his flesh, hungry for more blood, but he didn't pull away.

After a few seconds, Naruto suddenly jerked away from Kakashi and clutched his head, screaming. Kakashi was alarmed, trying to touch the boy and find out what was wrong, but unable to. He just continued to scream, jerking away. Kakashi didn't know what to do.

And then—the grey-haired man was hit in the back with what he could only assume was the handle of a broomstick. He let out a cry as he jerked forward, reaching behind himself to rest his hand on his back as he turned. The sight that greeted him—was not what he expected.

Behind him stood a priest, a broom in hand, shaking; terrified. "Y-You stay away f-f-from h-him!" the priest exclaimed, the broom shaking uncontrollably in his hands.

Kakashi cocked an eyebrow as he moved forward. The broom fell from the priest's hands as he scrambled to reach into his robe, extracting a large cross, which he held out in front of him towards Kakashi. This was also shaking in his grip.

The older man moved forward, stopping right in front of the priest with a cocked eyebrow. "Boo." The priest let out a small cry, the cross falling from his hands. He stared wide-eyed at Kakashi, but the grey-haired vampire hunter merely turned and went back to Naruto's side, bending down beside him. He'd stopped screaming, and now appeared to be unconscious. Belatedly, Kakashi realized the blond had probably been seeing his memories, reliving his fear from when he'd been surrounded by the three vampires.

"You're—not going to hurt him, are you?" the priest whispered.

"No, I'm not." Kakashi picked Naruto up in his arms, turning to look at the priest.

"Who are you?"

"His guardian." the older man replied.

"He doesn't have a guardian."

"Trust me, he does. He ran away from home." Kakashi's voice came out colder than he'd meant it to, but he was still angry about that.

"Oh." the priest shifted uncomfortably.

"You know what he is." Kakashi stated. It wasn't a question, the priest's actions made it fairly obvious. "Or rather—what he isn't."

"Yes."

"You took care of him."

The priest nodded. "As best I could."

"Thank you. I owe you. He's—important to me." Kakashi looked down at the unconscious child, smiling slightly as he thought back to eight years previous, when he'd been holding baby Naruto in his arms.

"Will you take care of him? Keep him safe?" the priest whispered, Kakashi looking up at him again. His face turned serious.

"With my life, you have my word."

"Thank you." He held his cross tightly. "He worried me. I didn't know how to help him."

"You've done a lot for him. And for me. Can I ask your name?"

"Iruka. Iruka Umino."

Kakashi nodded. "I'm Kakashi Hatake. I'll be back to thank you for what you've done."

The grey-haired man turned and walked out of the alley, heading down the street back to the place he used to share with Jiraiya. Everyone moved out of his way as they saw him, the look on his face intimidating as he carried the unconscious eight-year old.

This time, I'm going to do this right, Kakashi decided, his face set with grim determination. I'm going to teach him about what he is and how this happened. And I'm going to make him the best fucking vampire hunter to have ever walked this earth!

A/N: There, I answered a few questions :P Naruto is... complicated... he's not really a vampire, but he could turn into one, and if he does, he's not nice little Naru-chan anymore... But we won't get into that just yet XD Hope y'all liked it :P