A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love.
Max Muller
Sasuke wasn't used to not getting what he wanted. Or rather, he refused to accept that there we some things that were out of his pale grasp. That didn't stop him from trying to ruthlessly get his own way, fighting to the top. After all, he'd even swayed a vampire to his calling, he was hardly going to lose out in life, or arather, he was not going to allow himself to loose out in life.
However, however much he wanted to, he wasn't able to reverse death.
He'd already asked Hinata if she could do anything, but as of yet, she was unable to bring back the dead.
He'd told her to work on it, jokingly, laughingly, like the entire thing was insignificant and didn't need any attention at all.
Then he'd gone back home, making sure that Kakashi was out and his bedroom/cupboard room's door was closed.
Then he screamed, kicked the bed and broke his lamp. It was a devastating blow, he'd pinned his hopes on tracking down Itachi via this bizarre man, and hell wasn't going to separate Sasuke from the irrevocable destiny that was his brother's death at his bloodied hands.
To make the inevitable despair worse, it seemed that Dr. Orochimaru had been stabbed by a "lover". Apparently a eighteen year old called Kabuto. When pushed the red-haired receptionist described Orochimaru as a "freak" who had "got it coming to him"-Not helpful at all.
He felt like such an idiot. Why did he pin his hopes on this one man? And to add insult to injury, Hinata was there to see his pathetic actions.
The presence of the girl set him on edge.
He didn't appreciate her presence at all, he was unnerved by her silent softness. The knowledge of her strength within her cold and pale limbs and her all seeing white eyes makes her a unwanted factor, something to make him look weak.
He doesn't mean to do it; it's an unconscious reflex of his, an uncanny knack. He has to compare himself against all the others in order to convince himself he is totally and utterly normal, but also superior in that sense.
His line of thinking is hardly logical.
"Tap tap"
Two soft knocks sounded on his door. Sasuke froze. He was the only one in the apartment; Kakashi was at his yoga class. His eyes darted to the clock on his wall, no, no, no Kakashi wouldn't be ho-
"Tap tap"
It sounded again on his door, thoroughly freaking Sasuke out. He lived in a freaking cupboard. Total fire hazard come to think of it- but also the fact remained that he was trapped in here and no matter what, escape was impossible.
Unless he could fit through the vent.
"S-Sasu~Sas-u-ke,ke,ke,"
He paused his thoughts to listen to the trembling voice at the door.
"Can you l-let me in?"
He abandoned his attentions to the much too small vent to place his ear by the door. "Hinata?"
"H-Hai," came her trembling reply.
Whilst his head ticked over he slowly wondered if she had heard his earlier digression. "W-Why are you here Hinata?"
Slowly the silver knob of the door turned and clicked, and the door opened, until it bumped onto the bed side.
She forced her head through, her bangs covering her eyes, and her lip quivering. Slowly he drew back to allow room on the bed because there was no room to stand.
His back hit the dresser. His mouth gaped open unceremoniously as he thought as quickly as he could within his muddled head "How do you know where I live?"
"I came here before," she answered in a strange monotone.
He tried to lean back further, without looking bizarre, or freaked. Slowly her eyes became visible through the blur curtain of hair framing her face. They were crazed, her veins surrounding her eyes raised in a myriad of twisting capillaries. "Can you smell it?"
"Smell what?!"
Hinata slowly began to crawl down the bed, her frilly skirt covering her knees. Sasuke looked round for escape again and again found himself cut short. Becoming desperate, he tried to barge her, and push her out of the way.
She was solid. He winded himself trying to push her out of the way. She pinned him against the way, her immense body weight pinning him down.
"HOW DID YOU GET INTO THE HOUSE?!" He yelped, his mind making loops while he panicked.
Slowly Hinata pressed her nose and sniffed Sasuke, savouring his individual scent. Her fangs bourgeoned in her mouth, but she restrained herself, allowing her tongue to flicker out of her mouth and trace across his skin.
His squirming stopped but his heart rate remained high, pulsing constantly under his skin. Hinata watched entranced by his breathing. But it wasn't there. She raised her head and sniffed, tasting the air.
Sasuke watched horrified. She pinned him back with her hand and leaned back. "Smell it?" She asked, her eyes crazily large.
And then she took off his shoe.
It was really a bad habit of his to wear his shoes in bed.
His breath hitched when he saw the burst blister, so deep that his blood had began to trickle down his heel. He had been wearing new shoes, he'd cast aside his sore heels, he'd had more important things to do.
"There's the bastard," She smirked, relinquishing control over him to cradle and lick his foot.
Sasuke sat, slightly flabbergasted as she purred into his bed, gently licking his foot to keep to flow of blood coming with the chemicals secreted in her saliva.
Then he kicked her in the head.
"Ompfh!" Hinata fell against the bed, her odd weight relinquished when she had started suckling from his foot.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING?!" Sasuke shouted, thoroughly fed up with the girl.
"T-that really hurt," muttered Hinata, "I was only sucking your foot, you n-needn't be so uptight," she sulked, finding solstice in the corner.
"You're in my bedroom, you've broken into my house, you pin me against a wall, start licking me like an animal, only to pull me upside down to start sucking my blood off my foot. You think I'm mad?"
"Y-your just upset that I heard y-you screaming,"
"…get out,"
"No," Hinata snarled, apparently really pissed off. Hinata was hungry. She'd followed him home and had fought herself for supremacy whilst he threw himself around yelling his head off. Then she'd lost it, the red blood she had scented during the walk home slowly drying on the back of the heel and the red mist had grown behind her eyes.
She flicked out a pill from her pocket and threw it into her mouth, sucking it out without savouring, and pulled the empty case from her mouth, saving Sasuke the sight of blood. She had noticed already that he was dabbing his foot with an antiseptic wipe.
He looked up. "It's perfectly normal," he snarled.
Hinata didn't want to get into a bigger fight, so she didn't mention it.
"If you had the bloody thing in your pocket why did you have to hunt me down?!" Sasuke shouted whilst he fixed a plaster from his old first aid kit that laid in the second draw down.
"Pardon t-the pun,"
"Hu- Don't change the subject!"
"T-tastes better fresh," The lie slipped from her lips. She didn't want to discuss her growing attraction to the egotistical boy. Or rather her growing attraction to the blood pulsing through his veins. She decided to change the subject to something much more serious. After all, Uchiha Itachi intrigued her. "Any ideas on how to track down your br-brother?" She casually asked.
"Do vampires have communities of sort? Somewhere they meet where you could get information?" Sasuke asked, heart leaping at the thought of another method of hunting his brother down as he silently praised his genius.
"Ehhhh...Vampires don't tend to meet up... Blood doesn't keep well and i-its hard to keep especially with health and safety...so we don't traditionally have bars, or night-clubs or the such-like. We're not exactly social, least not in the first years of life," Hinata happily chattered, rather pleased that she could so easily change topics.
Sasuke fell again into depression.
"But as we get older...everyone needs someone, we seek each other out...I was always with my family because we were turned together...but people like your brother, he could be in one of the organisations, the s-small cults,"
Sasuke's heart leapt, and Hinata's did the same.
"Could you infiltrate one?"
"My niisan used to be in one. P-possibly he could link up to his old group and s-send out a m-message," They both began to get excited.
"How long would you take doing that?" He refused to excite himself too much in case he was let down again.
"Depends where he is, how e-easy it is to reach...weather he is in one... What should the message be?"
"...Something sensible, but provocative to him, something that'll make him come to me, but I'll be prepared, lik-"
"H-h-how can you be prepared when you- I'm not turning you into a vampire!" She shouted.
"Why?" Sasuke said it like it was no bother.
"You're only supposed to t-turn some-o-one you care about, like...really, really love them! Like Niisan and Ten-Ten-chan! I-it's wrong to su-bmit anyone else for no reason!"
"You have a reason. My revenge,"
"But it's wrong!" She squirmed in the corner and internally Sasuke wondered what it would be like to have her squirming under him. Hinata's face tinged red, "A-and my father would kill me!"
"I don't like that man," Sasuke commented. "He's a bastard,"
"W-which is exactly why father would kill me," Hinata sighed and reclined. "But, I guess...I could prepare you...and see what would happen from that point,"
Sasuke sighed, this sounded tedious.
"Rule 1) A vampires strength is determined by age and amount of people killed in the last moon cycle. This strength is determined by life as a vampire, not your human life, this is measured in decades. The second strength is additional, and only lasts until the next full moon. The additional strength is the lifeblood of the person or people killed,"
"However. As in Itachi's case, there seems to be a third source of power. This power is unknown to me. That's what makes him so dangerous,"
His head pounded as the gun was tossed out of his hand by the upward swing of the vampire's hand. How many had this kid killed! Itachi spun on the spot to twist his body as the vampire that had killed so many for the little power it would grant swung his hand again, his hand forming a clawed hand.
He dodged successfully and jumped above him, grasping for the knife concealed by a garter around his ankle. He swung it outwards, noticing it's short length and stubby nature. He awkwardly began to change his usual stance to fit around the weapon.
He jabbed at the boy, certainly no more than twenty. And caught his torso in a moment of chance, ripping the dead skin from his body. Empty entrails dripped onto the floor of the dank and dirty warehouse. The young vampire remained standing, unnerved by his body's betrayal.
He smirked, his upper lip curling at the Uchiha as he instinctively rose his hand to adjust his glasses, only to realise that he no longer wore such a useless contraption.
Then Kisame came from behind, staking the boy from behind with his monster of a sword. The male fell to the ground, stolen blood dripping from his broken lips.
"The kid's name was Kabuto," Kisame mentioned.
"I don't care," mentioned Itachi, waving his hand in dismissal to distract his partner. He needed to deceive the man to convince that the boy was nothing to him.
He already knew his partner was beginning to suspect his dedication to Akatsuki, and needed to prevent that conclusion from becoming speculation.
"Rule 2) This is a general food rule. After becoming a vampire, generally you'll be staving because you'll be unconscious whilst you change; this period tends to last from at least three days to something like a week. It's best that you don't attempt to eat solids,
"Vampires live off fluid. Solid foods will be rejected by the body. (This is the second rule Sasuke-kun, Don't eat solids.)"
"So, wait," Sasuke interrupted Hinata "What do you mean by that?"
"Y-you'll vomit, or if your body is slow to react, your body is unable to properly digest the food, s-so... you'll suffer fr-from...c-constpation a-nd wind," Hinata blushed profusely, unwilling to delve further into the subject, "The romantic fiction writers often o-over look that point, a-as I'm sure you are a-ware,"
"Hn" he smirked, trying not to convey his amusement.
"Can I c-continue...?"
"Go ahead" he ordered.
"Rule 3) There are other demons of the world, such as the sleep demon we encountered. There are no solid rules for inter-racial contact. However, the advice I give is not to interfere in the lives of other demons, it'll backfire,"
"Gaara is like a container for a demon. He himself is not the demon, but rather he comes under his influence, almost like a possession. However, you get people...the demon is entirely hidden within, securely locked within the body, I have reason to believe...I should not mention that, he too deserves privacy..."
Sasuke appeared uninterested.
"Generally we have hunting grounds; we don't interfere with one another's. That's borderline rude,"
She came out of her stance, placing a finger on her lips in thought. "It's all basic common sense, I'm s-sure you can figure it all out as you go along, e-especially as y-you'll probably be asked to live in the house for whatever length of time,"
Sasuke listened diligently and sighed, still pondering what power source enabled Itachi his power. Hinata observed his silence.
"Are you stronger for being a vampire?" he asked casually,
The first twenty-four hours, not really, you're surprisingly weak untill you've eaten. After that period, you o-ought to be fine, although," She licked her lips, "Your blood is odd,"
Sasuke felt a shiver go down his spine but continued to look at the girl. "How so?"
"I think you h-have anaemia?"
"Anaemia?" He repeated,
"Y-you're tired, you have dizzy spells, do you have chest or head pains?"
Slowly, as if deciding whether or not to comment he began to nod his head.
"I d-don't think you are eating enough," She smacked her lips together, "L-least, that's what it tastes like,"
"Cheers," muttered Sasuke, just ever so slightly pissed off at Hinata's doctoring skills. "Fucking Fantastic,"
*NOTE FROM CLUE*
It really killed me to get Hinata acting such a way, but then again, i wanted to show the nasty, vampire-y side of her that enjoys freaking out Sasuke as much as the next Fanfiction reader :P
Hope I didn't annoy you too much :P