Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

Sasuke sulked in his cardboard box of a bedroom. He actually spent about sixty percent of his time in here, otherwise being in school or just getting out of the stupid flat. It really was a cardboard box. The walls were white with various tester squares of green, blue, purple. Obviously before Kakashi had taken him in, Kakashi had been thinking of painting his store-cupboard.

Because that was what it was. A store-cupboard.

Just enough to squeeze a single bed in, quite literally an inch from the swinging out door, and at the end of the bed, down the far end was a set of drawers, though it was so stuck into the bottom of the bed, that he couldn't get them open. He'd forgotten what was in the bottom two draws, though he had an inkling his last phone charger was in there. On top of the drawers was a jumble of wires, a blue lamp, his pile of dog-eared school books and a bin. In the two drawers lived his clothes, his hair necessities and many combs.

Above hung his much used mirror.

He chucked his dirty converses into the bin, the dried mud leaving patches on the blue bedcover.

He sat cross-legged, his crux of his nose pinched between forefinger and thumb as if he was suffering from headache. His lips hung a little open as his screwed his eyes shut, biting his tongue to supply pain to concentrate on.

The only way to attack, to become stronger was to become a vampire. He had no idea how this happened, or even how to proceed, other to crawl back to Hinata after calling her pathetic in haste. He was even more in the dark over Itachi being a vampire.

He'd always been under the impression that Itachi had killed his family due to an argument over business practises.

But who would kill their family over a small, insignificant amount of money? Especially when the Uchiha were rich, and Itachi had been doing well in his small business.

It had been a common agreement that Itachi had gone insane. It was revealed that he had been seeing a psychiatrist.

He'd been seeing a psychiatrist for most of his fucking life.

But he hadn't been seeing him for at least three months.

And then he'd gone crazy and killed everyone with father's antique samurai sword, slicing through them like bags of meat rather than human, living, breathing beings. And all that while, Sasuke had hidden under the kitchen table, shivering and crying, coughing up phlegm and vomit.

He'd been able to hear him coming in. He hadn't been able to move.

Not until he'd seen the blood covering Itachi. He'd been able to run then.

But Itachi had grabbed him, Sasuke had screamed and tore his muscles, squirming like a worm on a hook. And his words, the words that echoed in his head every night. "You'll have to become like me,"

Then he'd crashed into something like unconsciousness.

When he'd woken up. Licking the wetness off his lips, his cheeks, like sleep slime in his mouth. He'd woken up in a pool of mothers blood. When he got out, when he stopped screaming, when the neighbours stopped screaming when they saw him covered in blood, after the police, after the condescending interviews and after the funeral. At the funeral, that snake of a man.

His brother's psychiatrist, Dr. Orochimaru.

Sasuke reclined, holding within his fist the physiatrist's telephone number.

"Ten-Ten, Would you assist me in the kitchen, pl-please, Father wishes for me to cook tonight," Hinata curled her lip lace and allowed the younger girl a placement in the family niche.

Ten Tens face broke into a steady grin, and Hinata couldn't help to notice her lack of steely control. Like her father, she was quick to find fault in others, but she was too gentle to strictly order change, instead offering soft advice and help.

Ten-Ten busied herself with cooking pots and implements, familiarising with the kitchen and admiring the colour scheme of white and deep green tiles and dark marble tops. "What are we cooking Hinata-chan?"

She was quick to bore.

Hinata smiled, at least Ten-Ten was eager to bond with her. "O-one sec, hn?" She walked into the walk-in-fridge and past the dead pig hanging from a ceiling hook. Ten-Ten blanched behind her when she saw it's slit throat, and the draining tubes hanging from it.

Hinata felt her discomfort, and nearly panicked. Why would Neji bring somebody so unprepared to the house? Hinata almost shook when she remembered Ten-Ten's cheerful greetings, even if slightly unorthodox, they were accepted but it wouldn't take much to disregard them. Ten-Ten was going to have to learn some form of etiquette if she was going to survive.

She picked up five bags of premium AB human blood and handed two to Ten-Ten, immediately seeing if there was any discomfort in her face. Her red lips didn't even twitch.

The girl was not afraid of the digestion of blood, which was a good thing, but was disgusted by the methods of attainment.

Hinata sighed. This girl needed help, and it seemed that Hinata had to be the one to offer aid.

"Stop being such a… big pair of wet knickers Shikamaru, you said you would do this," Commanded the blond girl.

"Temari…this is the most troublesome thing yet… can't we just go home?" Complained the lazy male.

Temari ignored the lazy male and slowly hooked her bra off, feeling Shikamaru's eyes zero in on her. "Come on!" She pulled off her pants and dived into the pool, smirking as she floated, assured that she looked perfect as her cheeks flushed in the cold and her hair dripped with moisture.

Shikamaru rolled his eyes, and pulling off his boxers, and jumping in, putting around 7% worth of effort. He certainly liked Temari, especially as a girl-friend otherwise he wouldn't be doing this.

In an oddly comforting way…she was his mother, and he was fully aware of that strange fact. But he enjoyed her comforting intelligence and her sharp wit, and even, should he say coarser things, her athletic, muscular figure.

He just didn't share her taste for adrenaline, and neither could he stomach the thought that he had just been talked into skinny dipping with his thrill-seeking girlfriend.

And the thing was that if he didn't do anything, like move, he would drown.

Then she splashed him, causing his wet hair to become slightly more shiny, since it did have a natural greasy sheen to it. He pulled a long horse face. That only made her more spiteful and she splashed him again, her pretty face heightened by mischief.

"Hey…" The two girls sat together in form room.

"H-Hello Sakura-chan!" Hinata greeted her friend in the best way possible, fully aware that Sakura was paranoid and jealous that Hinata would steal her Sasuke.

"Get home okay?" Asked Sakura, really wanting to know that Sasuke had gotten home.

"Yeah, my cousin and his fiancée have come home, we're so busy!" Hinata smiled, knowing that her cheerful response would make Sakura even more jealous, and feel challenged.

"Hey, guys, you're friends with this guy called Naruto, yeah?" A dusty blond sauntered over, a smirk forming over her face, the cocky bitch. Make no mistakes, this girl knew where she was going, how she was getting there and which socks she was going to wear.

Enter the one and only Temari.

"Yeah sure," Sakura agreed and Hinata nodded beside her, smiling a small smile as Temari's eyes glanced over her and onto Sakura.

It wasn't that she craved attention, and neither did she loath it, but the feeling of unimportance got under Hinata's skin, and japed her nerve endings with pinpricks of steel.

"Oh, right, you went to primary school with him?"

"Yeah, totally," Sakura smiled, her eyes jaded with young memories, "Konoha Kids Academy was way awesome,"

Hinata bowed her head, feeling awfully left out.

"Right, you know Ino?" The dusty blond looked bored, almost like she was waiting to hit someone.

"That little piggy!" Sakura squealed, "Of course I would know that girl anywhere!"

Hinata could sense Temari's annoyance, like a coarse rope being pulled around her head, each individual fibre sticking out into bare, virgin flesh.

The animalistic thought made Hinata's salival glands quiver. Geeze, she was hungry.

"Right," No doubt about it Temari knew where she was going, she was that straight to the point kind of girl, "She's having this huge bash for her seventeenth, and I was told by my boyfriend to try and get some people from his primary from here to come, or she'll hit him,"

"Gosh," Sakura started gushing, lively in the pursuit of gossip, "You're dating Nara?"

Temari shrugged, that cocky smirk playing on her lips as she judged the two of them, running her eyes up and down, like they were competition. "He's a lazy bastard, but he's malleable, I can make him do anything," She turned and walked away, her smirk enlarged.

Sakura sat with her eye twitching, Hinata smiled. Did this mean she could come too?

Temari sniffled and shook and trembled in the corner, hating herself and her bloody dinner. She almost shook thinking what the girls at school would say if they could see arrogant Temari crying her eyes out because her brother rejected his meal.

Actually, to put it more realistically, Gaara had looked at it, her best meal so far, and the way he had looked at it, the undisguised revolt in his cold face as he scrutinised the dish, almost like he was going to throw up.

She knew Gaara had…problems, for a lack of a better word. Like when he had started smoking, regardless of Kankuro's deterrents. Or his recurrent insomnia… but that didn't mean he had to do this, do this to her. Did he care for her, his only sister, at all?

All these unanswered questions shook her, and added, multiplied themselves in her head. Why did he treat her with such disdain? Why couldn't he listen, settle down? Was he hiding drugs in his room? Why wouldn't he let her in his room anymore? Why wouldn't he let her in mother's room? Why didn't he bother to conceal his wrongdoings, but why didn't he not want her attention and love?

Why, Why, Why?

Why couldn't he satisfy her cravings for some form of acceptance by trying once to be kind?

She sniffled again, wiping her eyes roughly with the back of her hand and choking on stray tears.

Upstairs, in his room, Gaara rolled a cigarette between his trembling fingers as he shook to control himself as he fought for dominance.

Shukuku played dirty. Gaara saw, through his own eyes as he caressed and licked that girls jugular vein, her laboured breaths, her hands running down his chest as she kissed him back, her saliva dispersing into his.

Her dead and dirty torso on the park bench, her blue eyes open, her strawberry blond hair askew, He knew Shukuku was trying to scare him, worry him that he would attack Temari.

And he wouldn't, provided he never slept.

Ever.

Again.

He shook, his head dizzy and his limbs cold as he hit the floor, the demon inside of him tempting him to fall asleep as it opened it's dirty jowls, strings of bloody saliva dripping from shifting sand.

He was hallucinating. There was no way the demon was sitting on his chest, becoming heavier and heavier as the sand wrapped around his jarring arms, legs, torso. Black eyes formed in a potato-mashed head. The diamond pupils shone with golden delight.

Sand covered his mouth as he tasted blood seeped grains sweeping into his mouth, puffing out his cheeks as it swept into him, and pushed down his throat, pumping against his gag reflex, the sheer force of the flow of serpentine sand causing abrasion.

And then it was over, and he was on the floor gasping and coughing up blood and spittle whilst his sister screamed, banging on the locked door.

His cigarette lay unlit with a dusting of sand.

"Argh, I hate my body, It's so unfeminine, like living in a twelve year old male's, I want your boobs, urggh," Sakura smiled, her internal debate over Sasuke and Hinata temporally forgotten.

"Ano, don't say that," Said Hinata shyly, "I wish I had your skinny legs,"

The two exchanged pleasantries as they both got ready in the feminine secret fashion. Sakura wore high length stockings with side buttons and fake ugg boots, paired with a short skirt, pink tank top and brown leather jacket.

"Look any good?…reckon I'll pull?"

The two girls burst out into giggles.

" Reckon I will, S-sakura-chan?"

Sakura joked with her, giving her the up-down, and taking in Hinata's floating lacy lilac dress, with pink ballet pumps and patterned rose fashion tights. Hinata gave a twirl, her dress swishing around her, her hair almost curling.

Sakura pranced round with her, messing around and fluffing up her candyfloss layers. Sakura's Mum called up the stairs and offered a lift.

"One sec Mom!"

Sakura pulled Hinata's freezing hand into the bathroom. "Make-up!"

Soon Sakura coaxed Hinata into a tiny bit of black eyeliner and mascara and a lot of silver glitter eye shadow. Her lips were a shiny pink, glistening with moisture. Sakura pouted, applying a red lipstick and shiny peach eye shadow.

"Girls!" Shouted Sakura's Mum from downstairs.

"Coming!" Sakura shouted in response and clambered down, Hinata following behind.

Naruto pulled on his black top, and looked for his lynx aftershave, which he was assured would help him on his quest to find the perfect girlfriend, especially at Ino's party. Sasuke laid on the bed behind him, wearing a shirt and Jacket, his hair styled to perfection as his vanity allowed. Naruto prattled on about the perfect woman, inadvertently commenting on Sakura's perfection, convinced that this was a form of male bonding ritual.

He was only here because he reckoned Hinata, who could possibly be considered an ally, in the fight against Itachi. Considering she was the only vampire he knew, he had to trick her into turning him into a vampire. Considering her position, the unfortunate thing would have to do would be to seduce her.

*Note from Clue!*

I actually did something :D, I really wasn't expecting it for the mocks, but I've taken my time off, and I ended up so bored I was like, actually I want to do something creative.

Was anyone expecting Gaara to be battling his inner demon? I want to know if this was too predictable a move. I'm also am going to be able to bring in some incredibly awkward Sasuhina, because i love it when people just cannot interact, and sasuhin isn't sasuhina until there is a form of awkward interaction XD.

I hope you enjoyed this suprise chapter!