People say you're not coming back. But they're lying, right?

Kakashi, a seasoned professional in the art of vampire hunter, never thought he'd see the day when Konoha sought the help of a vampire. But Kakashi knew that if the rumors were true, that Itachi had come back, then desperate measures had to be taken. So here he was, seated in front the madman's younger brother, who If he tapped into his power reserves, he would be even stronger than Itachi. Of course, Sasuke was in his own right a very skilled vampire hunter.

"Help us, Sasuke. Help us find your brother. Call him and he'll come."

Sasuke's eyes, blank and dark as a starless sky, did not blink.

"My brother will not be pleased."

"I know. But we need you to help us."

"How would I go about doing this? Itachi knows where to find me. I mean, he left me here knowing I would never dare leave."

Sometimes almost like pain flitted across the young Uchiha's face. But then it smoothed back into cool arrogance.

"Sasuke?"

But Sasuke ignored him and asked the question that had been weighing on his mind since what seemed like forever. "Why does everyone seem to know everything about the night Itachi killed the clan?"

"Itachi's an extraordinarily powerful vampire. And there are rumors...that you might one day surpass him."

"You would have to feed on someone."

"What? But I'm not even a real vampire. I don't even have fangs!"

But a sudden onslaught of memories…

Itachi laughing, looking relaxed, beautiful.

Sasuke admiring. Sasuke waving about a kunai. Itachi grabbing it out of his hand, getting cut as he took the wrong end. Blood spilled. Itachi frowning. Sasuke panicking. Scared. Sasuke licking the blood frantically off Itachi's palm. Itachi slapping him. Furious. Saying…

"Don't do that Sasuke. You are not going to be a vampire. You are not going to be a monster."

Sasuke's confusion. But he wanted to be like Itachi…

"Blood is bad, Sasuke…"

Itachi hugging Sasuke, and Sasuke not understanding but feeling safe.

Sasuke looked stricken as he came to a realization. I drank Itachi's blood. So what does that make me? Was I born a vampire? Or did drinking Itachi's blood do something to me?

Kakashi cleared his throat.

"I don't drink," Sasuke said at last.

"We think Itachi would sense that you'd claimed someone."

"Hn." Sasuke thought about it. He was not like most vampires. He did not require blood to live, if you could call it living. But it did not sustain him. "And what would I get in return?"

"You would be able to kill Itachi."

"Ah." So that's what you're after, Sasuke thought. You want me to finish off my brother. What would Itachi do if he were in this predicament? Probably devise a diabolical and brilliant stratagem.

"Do we have a deal?"

"Yes. But I'll do it my own way. I choose the person."

"Of course."

Sasuke smirked at how relieved the vampire-hunter looked. "You may go."

And before Sasuke could bat an eyelid, Kakashi vanished. Sasuke, of course, had no plans on killing his brother. Stupid vampire hunter.