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Slowly, he reached out his hand. The black leather glove was cold against my hesitant fingers. Before I could change my decision, he pulled me along through the mirror into a long stone hallway. Before I could react, he spun me around, now in front of him. I could smell his pine-like scent close to me, as he rested his head on my shoulder.

Through my peripheral vision, I could see his red eyes staring at me, his black hair in a loose ponytail. He wore a black suit with a ebony cape the rested on his shoulders.

A real hottie, as Ino would say. "What are you.." He placed his finger on my lips.

"Shush Blossom. You need to rest." He said in my ear. Slowly everything went black.

As I opened my eyes, the feeling of floating entered my body. I sat up slowly and looked around. Water, like an indoor river, was all around me. The boat I was on was a dark pine, a silver skull rested on the front of the small canoe like craft. I looked ahead of me. Angel was on a stool in front of an organ. His fingers delicately ran across the ivory keys, a beautiful sound echoed in his lair. Slowly, I looked around the 'room'. Small candles were floating on the small lake in a small circle like containers. I looked back to the organ, his face turned towards me. I stood up on the boat. As I was about to take a step forward I lost my footing.

I was waiting for the cold water to splash on me. But it never came. I looked up to see the face of my savior. His red eyes sparkled in hidden amusement.

The wall became suddenly very interesting. But I couldn't tear myself away from his eyes. He gently stood up, me still in his strong arms. I tried to wiggle out of his arms, but he only held me tighter.

He stopped for a minute, gently releasing me from his iron grip, and letting me down onto my own two feet.

"Thank you." His velvet voice was music to my ears. I looked up confusingly. Slowly, he grasped my hand and lead me along his lair.

"Why have you brought me here?" My voice was quiet and hesitant. He turned towards me, grabbing my hand in his. He leaned towards my face, I could feel his breath against my neck. Slowly, I closed my eyes.

He turned me around so my back was against his chest. His hands held steadily at my waist. I lulled my head to the side as his lips met my neck. I leaned into his touch as he turned me around towards his face.

"Listen to the music of the night, Blossom. Forget the day." He purred in my ear. I blushed madly, the heat in my face felt like fire. He took my hand in his and led me up a short set of stairs, to the organ I saw earlier. The silver pipes were engraved with gold swirls, a mirror and desk sat by it's side.

Slowly he began to sing. It was soft and melodic. Hypnotizing and trancing. He sat down on the stool and began to play.

"Blossom, once every week, you must come and practice." I nodded and sat down by him softly.

"What should I call you?" The words escaped my lips in a silence that was carried away with the notes of the organ. I saw him stiffen, and the music stopped abruptly. I turned towards him and with my hands, and cupped his face.

" Who was that shape in the shadows? Who's face lies behind the mask?" I tore the mask away quickly, Stunning him. I couldn't scream.

It...was...Itachi. Itachi Uchiha.

Quickly his gruff hands pushed me back off the bench. I skidded backwards, my head hit the concrete floor. I flinched.

The words escaped my lips a little louder than I intended.

"Itachi! I..thought..you...were dead! Everyone did! I'm so glad your ok. Sasuke will be so happy!." I smiled, my breathing was heavy. He turned toward me, away from the mirror he had ran to.

" Happy? Hah!" He scoffed. I scooted backwards. " He's the one who staged this...this...story!" He yelled. I flinched and shook my head.

"I don't understand...you ran away..." He shook his head and in a flash was right next to me, grasping my shoulders tightly.

" I had to leave...Sakura...I...I...I'm not human." He looked away.

"What do you mean? I don't understand..." Before I could ask anymore, his lips crashed against mine, my mind went blank. I couldn't move. I was too afraid.

"I'm a vampire...a bad omen." He said. I looked up into his eyes. Full of self-pity, and sadness. Slowly he began to explain.

" Before I was born, My mother was taken to a psychic, a fortune teller. I was to be named. She said that I would be a genius, a magician, an architect. My parents were overjoyed. But she cut off the joy and happiness with dreadful news. I was a demon. A killer. A bad omen.

At first my parents had no clue what she meant. I was infected. Infected with a need for nutrition I was lacking. Blood. I had to eat blood. My parents still didn't believe it. They stormed out of the tent and went home. I was born a day later. Itachi. That's what they named me." He said

I shifted my position, now sitting on my knees. I listened intently. Urging him to continue.

" At first, everything was fine. Years later, Sasuke was born. All was fine. But when I was thirteen. I...I lost control.." He looked away.

"Then what?" I asked softly.

"No. There's no time. We must go. Those fools who run my theater will be missing you." He said.

I smiled slightly. "Once a week, Ita-kun?" I asked. I saw his lips twitching. I gave him his black mask, and watched him put it back on. Mental note. Change subject regularly. I grabbed his outstretched hand. He pulled me up and sighed.

"Come along Blossom. Otouto must be restless."