Disclaimer: I do not claim all of Naruto's characters, they belong to Masashi Kishimoto. Except my other character, they're mine.

Note: Sorry if I'm delaying the story. And it might happen again, who knows. I still cannot divide the time between my story and the task on my campus so please understand.

Anyway enjoy enjoy the show~

The school was dark these days, except for a couple of classrooms which were still in use of other students who had to stay here during the winter. Most of the students were human and therefore not friends of Naruto's.

A little girl with pale lavender eyes and straight, medium-length brown hair, walked by Naruto, accompanied by another girl, with bright ginger hair in two high pigtails and common black eyes. Naruto could tell the second girl wasn't a vampire, but the first one was.

It was proof that this school really served its purpose with the younger students. Humans and vampires lived together, went to class together, ate their meals together, studied together, laughed together, cried together... it was almost like all this was done for the vampires, so they could get a new chance at life, so they could be with the humans as though they were one of them. But in reality, it was all for the humans, because even though they didn't know who was a vampire and who wasn't, they too, could tell it was safe here. And once they trusted the vamps, those vampires wanted to please the humans and prove them that their trust was right and perfectly sane by not harming them.

Naruto didn't like this idea, though, since he knew very well that the vampires were stronger than the humans and that they could easily rule over them.

"Dirty beasts, they call us," he muttered to himself, "well, they're worse, since they're trying to play the role of 'innocent, fragile, harmless beings', while labeling us and setting us apart, like we're the evil ones."

"Naruto."

The blonde turned his head around to face a teen with reddish cocoa hair and spruce green eyes. He'd never seen this boy around before and hadn't a clue who he was.

"That's your name, right?" the boy asked.

His teeth weren't so sharp and he didn't have any fangs. Naruto couldn't detect any other signs of vampirism. If he had any hunger at all, the other teen sure did a heck of a good job consealing it.

"Yeah." Naruto looked the boy up and down. He was also wearing the school uniform, only with the tie. Naruto had tossed the tie out the window at the beginning of the school-year, well aware of the fact that he would just screw it up and make a huge fool of himself.

"I'm supposed to be your student or something."

"Huh?! No, I think you made a mistake. I think you're looking for Naruko. She's a Math teacher, I think."

"No, they specifically told me "NaruTo". You're kind of young to be a teacher, aren't you?"

"Who's this 'they' you were talking about?" Naruto easily changed subjects.

"The head of the school; Tsunade-sama."

"Ah, yes. She made a mistake. No worries, she does that often enough."

Suddenly, the boy burst out into hysterical laughter. Naruto pulled his eyebrows together questionably. "What's so funny?"

"I'm sorry," the boy whiped away a tear of joy, "my joke went a little too far. I knew you were a vampire and I couldn't resist."

Naruto just stared at the boy for a while, before clearing his throat and trying to get the picture straight.

"Dude, who are you?" he asked.

"Ah-sorry! My name's Korugo Mitaku, but you can just call me Miku. You're Uzumaki, right?"

"Yeah. So, if you know I'm a vampire, why are you hanging out with me?"

"Well, I wouldn't call it 'hanging out', more standing around with the first friendly face I see here."

"Wait-you're new?"

"Huh? No, no, I mean, you don't look as sour and depressed as everyone else; just a little ticked off."

"Right... so you aren't afraid of vampires?"

"No. Why should I be? If I were, I wouldn't have come to this school."

"Well, the school's got a prestiguous name for the department of medical care. I figure loads of people come here for that."

"Well, yeah, that too. I'm studying to become a surgeon."

"Lovely."

"Something the matter?"

"Hm? No, nothing. Anyway, we should get going. Dutch first, right?"

"Oh, that's right... we've all got the same schedule."

"We do, cos we're the same age. The younger or older ones have a different schedule."

"So... okay, I don't wanna be all up in your face about it, but the chicks dig it and they say that's how they see who's a vampire and who isn't, so... is it true vampires are... you know, better looking?"

Naruto turned his head to face Mitaku and answered with a simple, "yes".

Miku smiled.

"Hmm?" Naruto hummed, interested and kind of afraid that this person would ask him to turn him into a vampire just to look better. Cos this boy definitely didn't need it.

"Well, the girls keep asking me if I'm a vampire." Miku's grin broadened.

"Maybe cos you always look hungry?"

"Hungry? Do I? I suppose I am."

"Well, lunch is in two more periods, can you still you hunger 'till then?"

"Hm... Don't cry before you try, I guess."

"What's that?"

"A saying, I made it up myself."

"I hate it."

Instead of stopping and leaving the blonde alone, he laughed and headed to Dutch class with him. "Great," he muttered, "Dutch. Urgh! The only thing I know how to say is, 'hello, my name's Miku'."

"It's a start," Naruto sighed, stretching as they entered the too-big classroom for just eight people.

"Get to your seat, you're late!" Ebisu-sensei demanded.

-R-

After Dutch, they headed straight for Geography. Naruto took a seat in the back somewhere, afraid that Yamato might see him and burst out into jovial hyperactivity.

But when the lesson started, the brownhaired teacher just gave the course exactly according to the book, never once looking at him.

Naruto followed the movement of his Mentor's hand on the black-board with his eyes and was surprised by how neat and clear Yamato's handwriting was. It was nice and straight, in opposition to the lazy slant handwriting of most of the other teachers, who had already given up on such details. Then again, Yamato was new. Naruto was sure the man would give this up in just two months.

It was in the last five minutes of class that he had gotten tired of being ignored. He listened well to what his Mentor asked the class and made sure his hand was the first to shoot upwards in the air and waved it a little to catch Yamato's attention. The man only went ahead and allowed Satori to answer, though.

When Satori answered wrong, he furiously shook his hand to grab his teacher's attention. What was wrong with Yamato, anyway? He wasn't bouncy or pouty or overly happy at all! Instead he was a serious kind of content.

"Yamato-taichou," he said, grabbing the attention of his Mentor's dark brown eyes, "it's in Cuba."

When Yamato was silent and gazed at him with strict politeness and a bit of irritation and frustration, Naruto sunk back in his chair and mumbled, "Matanzas, I mean... It's in Cuba.."

"I know, Naruto-kun. Raise your hand and wait for my permission before you answer next time." Yamato's voice was so calm and warm that it actually made the blonde feel out of place.

Naruto's heart clenched at what he'd said and he felt like a kicked puppy. Fuck him, he thought, angry over his emotions. If any other teacher would've said it, he would've just shrugged it off or quickly apologized before resuming his previous occupation. But now, for some reason, he felt like crap. He didn't even feel this way when Kakashi scolded or lectured him. He felt like he disappointed himself, like he was unable to just be like everyone else and that that was the worst thing in the world.

The lunchbell sounded like a madman through the halls and while Yamato was still standing at Ari's desk, helping her out with something as he smiled, Naruto's grief switched to anger and, since he was the last one to leave the class (besides Ari), he smacked the door shut behind himself just gently enough for the glass in its window and the creaks in the side of it not to shatter.

"Woa, let's control our vampire strength, yeah?" Miku asked, chuckling.

"Shut up."

"So, lunch, right?"

"You go ahead. I've got something to take care of."

Surprisingly, Mitaku didn't say anything and just shrugged, saying, "See you later, then!" before leaving, not asking a single thing.

Naruto headed straight for the vampire lounge, searching for the crowd of vamps that usually packed up the whole room, making it hard as hell to squeeze yourself in. Now, though, all he saw was an empty room. He went to sit on one of the sofas that formed a square together with three other sofa's; the spot where he and the gang always used to sit. Now he was alone, though. Nobody to keep him company, or tease him about his liking for female blood, before Sakura hands him her wrist. He could see them all clearly before his eyes, but when he blinked, it was just him, the leather sofa's, the pale red walls, the elegant windows and..-

"Yamato-tacihou?!" Naruto's stomach flipped and he felt his earlier anger bottling up again. Why he felt sad or angry in the first place again, he'd already forgotten, but it was certain he was furious over what his Mentor had made him feel.

"Hey, Naruto-kun." Yamato leisurely sunk down in the leater sofa beside him. Like he was totally unaware of the blonde's radiating anger. No... that was disgust.

He placed a hand on Naruto's head and smiled lightly as he asked, "So... would you tell me what's upsetting you so badly?" as he looked deeply in the blonde's sapphire eyes with his deep brown pools of orbs and Naruto remembered what his second Mentor's gift was before shoving his hand off his head, pissed as hell.

"Nothing's bothering me, sir."

"Don't lie... it hurts when you're hurt. So please don't lie."

Naruto felt like he was the one kicking the puppy and tried to remember what he had been so upset about. When he looked at the older vampire's slightly furrowed eyebrows and conerned-looking eyes, he reawakened a previous emotion and the anger bubbled up again.

"Don't pretend like it hurts or it bothers you at all! I don't believe your phony crap. You're nothing but a fake, Yamato-sama."

He was sure that the -sama hit the spot, but Yamato merely smiled and said, "Do you want me to prove to you I'm not a fake?"

Naruto didn't say anything, but Yamato used the old, "silence means yes"-rule and crossed his arms before studying the blonde's face and concentrating for a while.

"You're upset."

Naruto wanted to say, "Wow, not shit Sherlock," but his Mentor continued before he could get a word out.

"You're angry cos I let that other kid answer instead of you. But that's only cos I wanted them to know I didn't favor you. You're upset because I lectured you, and you thought I was the only one who would never do that, because I wasn't as serious as all of them. You're let-down because you were proven wrong and at times, I can be serious. Like right now, when I'm busy with something very important to me. I know more about you than you think, Naruto. I don't have to use my gift, even; I can see it on your face. But that's just the bond, I guess. For instance; I can tell that, despite the way you always laugh and act unbothered, you're constantly lonely, even when you're surrounded by all your friends. And when they leave, you really feel terrible. I also know that you've seen more of the bad things in this world than any of your friends have seen combined. You feel isolated and different, because you're not the same as them, nor are you human. You're a very rare type of vampire and you haven't even got Pureblood parents to go to for blood or reassurance. And I can tell that despite all this, you're still extremely grateful and happy to have people like Sasuke-kun and Kakashi-senpai and Sakura-san. And I am happy for you that you found them in your life. Because I'm your Mentor, You're my charge, and your happiness is my happiness, whether we want it to be or not."

Naruto was silent as he gazed at his brunette Mentor and dropped his gaze to the ground again. It was annoying, to actually have to listen to what was going on in your head. Worse than just feeling it.

Yamato grinned and put his hand back on his charge's head before pulling the blonde toward him and running the back of his index finger over the tiny holes in Naruto's neck.

"It isn't fair..." he sighed nonchallantly, pulling back a little to look Naruto in the eye, "sharing you with Kakashi-senpai."

The younger vampire pushed himself away from his Mentor. "I'm not a carton of juice," he said, "you guys can't keep poking your own straws into me and drink from me whenever it suits you."

"Isn't that precisely what you're doing with those human girls?"

"It was one screw-up!"

"Not according to your files."

"You read my files?!"

"I'm your Mentor, Naruto, I'm supposed to."

"ACK! You, Kakashi-sama, Tsunade-sama, Shizune-sama! It's like my life is described on a sheet of paper!"

"Basically? Yeah."

"Aargh!"

"Aw, c'mon, Naruto-kun, cheer up. I hear you're trying your hardest again."

"Hardest? At what?"

"Pleasing those people and making a life for yourself."

"Pshaw," Naruto scoffed, getting up again.

"I saw you're getting along well with that Mitaku boy."

"I tolerate him."

"He's a human, you do know that?"

"Of course I do. But I'll get along with him until my friends are back."

"Friends? So you don't consider him a friend?"

"An ally, for now. Vampires and humans can't be friends."

"Then why are you in this school?"

"Because..." Naruto walked to the door, thinking of the right way to tell Yamato that he didn't have another option, or another way out, and that if it weren't for this creaking, old building, he'd be on the streets right now. He was thinking of a way to get through to Yamato in a sober way that, he didn't know what home was and that the bonds he'd made here are his first and he doesn't want to let go of them. That, despite his shining mentality and high hopesdreams-talk, he couldn't do shit without a degree and this was the only proper school that existed for vampires.

"This is the only place I've got."

-R-

Kakashi let out a breath as he placed his backpack on his desk and slid the zippers from side to side. He'd never wanted a briefcase; briefcases made him feel old. And despite the fact that he couldn't get older than whichever age was picked out for him, getting old kind of frightened him. He still hasn't reached his maximum age and if he had to admit, he's kind of worried his maximum age just might be over fifty. And to forever be eighty wasn't his dream, either.

He just hoped he would hit his maximum age before he hit his thirties.

Yawning, he dug through his backpack and placed the necessary things he'd need for today's class on his desk. As he did so, he came across the extra tin of blood pills he'd bought for Naruto earlier and just stared at its cover for a while. In little white letters, so tiny you could barely read them unless you were a vampire, the bottom of the lid was printed with the words; 'Purebloods'.

He thought back at what he'd told him about his family the other day and immediately regretted even bringing up the topic. He shouldn't have done what he did. He shouldn't have given away even the slightest of information. He sat back in his leather office chair and lightly spun it from left to right for a bit, then stopped and faced a spot in the back of the classroom and stared at the little red smidge on the wall.

Everything. Everything was coated in red. The walls, the streets, the bodies laying on the floor... everything.

Kakashi sped through the streets as fast as his vampire legs could carry him and once again he reminded himself to tell Minato he was an idiot for never striking the council back. There had been debates about who were the ones who went out in the middle of the night and killed innocent people and drunk from their blood, and the Uchihas, being the main police force, had taken it upon them to uncover the mystery. And yet, they had all their bets placed on the Namikaze family.

Minato himself, had never assaulted them for accusing him and his grand family of this crime. He had never harmed them or killed them for insulting a Pureblood family like that. It was just something you didn't do. The Purebloods could get you thrown into jail. Nobody could ever lay a finger on the Purebloods. The Purebloods were holy. Without Purebloods, the Halfbloods would've never existed. Let alone the Fullbloods.

And now look what happened. An all-out vampire war had sprung from something so tiny and Minato still didn't strike back. He just sent out the royal guardians to protect his family, but everyone knew the Purebloods were stronger than all guardians combined. Kakashi still couldn't understand why his Mentor didn't do anything.