Author's Notes

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Naruto drew out his leather skin diary from his drawer again, as it was time for him to do his route, which he has adopted since he was 5, when Iruka sensei bought him his first journal. He flipped open the book to the open page, tipping his pen into the ink pot. He titled his head, recalling the time that he spent with the vampire this afternoon. He sighed softly as he picked up his pen to write.

He didn't know why, still, but he really felt that he was attacked by the silver haired vampire. He really did not know why. After not talking to him for this week, he felt that he missed the vampire. He missed the presence of the vampire. He really didn't know why and how, he felt that his body has drawn towards the Sasaki.

He rubbed his eyes as it was getting late; he needed to go out first thing in the morning, to the next village, in order to see one of his clients. He took off his cloak, as he moved his way to bathroom, hanging the cloak by the door. He bent down as he scoped a handful of water to rinse his face. He grinned softly as he thought of the vampire's hands; the slim, delicate hands that the vampire has.

He looked at the cushions, Kurama just appeared and dropping his body onto the cushions. "Kurama?"

"Hey, Naruto," Kurama replied lazily, "how's today?"

"I am alright. Kakashi came this afternoon," Naruto smiled warmly, "we have a good time."

Kurama wiped his forehead with his tail, as he rolled his eyes. He knew that he has not been around all the time this week, but he did not feel that they would be that attacked to each other. "Oh…. Kakashi…" he replied slowly, "but I don't think you will be seeing him that often," he said as he adjusted its tails. "The Sasaki is way busy at the moment, and I doubt An-san can let him off."

Naruto looked curious as well as slightly disappointed. "What's going on with the Sasaki?"

"Kakashi did not tell you?"

"No…" Naruto flushed, "we talked about something else…"

"Huh… I… see…" Kurama grinned deviously, as he was glad that he was not there to witness such event, "the Sasaki is doing an extraction nearby. They are doing a serious research that dated even older than Sennin's time, even before when I was created…"

"Oh…" Naruto countered mindlessly. He was not keen on historical facts and that he was not good at it either. His skills were only enhanced during the time when he travelled along with either Asuma or Gai sensei. "Anyway," he said as he sat on his bed, "oyasumi, Kurama, we have to go to the next village first thing in the morning."

"Alright…" Kurama murmured, "oyasumi, Naruto."

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Naruto stood in the darkness. He stood there calmly, as he has seen this view for a few times already. He was waiting for the memories that his lover wanted to show him. He found it scary initially, but after the images that he was shown, he trusted his instincts; the man that he loved would not harm him.

He stood there quietly as he was deep in thoughts. He now could hear the man's voice, feeling the man's presence. "My love…" a voice called him, "please remember me…"

"Hai," Naruto replied, "hai… Please tell me what's your name, I want to call you. I still can't think of your name, please…"

The voice sighed softly, as a pair of pale hands cupped his face, "I cannot… go-me… you need to figure it out yourself… my love, go-men-na."

The darkness was withdrawn and Naruto approached the red light that was at the end of the tunnel. He stepped out and was stunned by the fire that was burning the whole village down.

There was a silver haired man there in front of the fire, with his back facing him. He thought the hair was silver, as the hair was reflecting the redness of the fire. The man was holding a katana, which was still dripping in blood. The man looked up, and Naruto saw his tears sliding down and absorbed by the soil. His long silver hair blown by the wind as he wiped the sword cleaned with his sleeves. "Naru… I have killed the entire village for you, please rest in peace and I will find you again. Wait…"

But before the man could finish his sentence, a masked man, who also has silver haired shew up. He made a few hand seals quickly; and a stone coffin popped up from the ground.

"Wait…" Naruto raised his hand as he wanted to stop the man. He did not know why, but he did not want the man to be trapped in the coffin. The man turned and looked at him. As the man was facing against the fire, Naruto could only see the only blue orb that was flooded with tears. "Naru…" the man whispered, and that Naruto ran, trying to draw his distance closer. "Wait!"

However, the man and the coffin fade into the darkness, no matter how hard he ran.

"Ka…" he screamed as he jumped out off the bed. "Wait…" He opened his eyes abruptly, and the only thing he could see was Kurama's black orbs.

"What's wrong?" the fox asked calmly. "You are having a rough sleep?"

Naruto wiped his sweats off with his sleeves, as he replied, "I… I… I… really don't know, Kurama… In my dream, I saw my lover was trapped in a stone coffin."

"Stone coffin?" Kurama stopped his movement as he heard the words. "You are certain?"

"Yes, I saw a masked silver haired man pushed the man that I love into a stone coffin, and there was nothing I can do!"

"Shuuuu…" Kurama blocked Naruto's mouth with his tail. "Calm down. It's just a dream. Whatever happened has already happened, nothing you can change." He brushed his tails, as he tried to hide his concern. He knew what the man has seen, as An has shared his memories with him. He knew who Naruto has seen in his dreams; he needed to inform the older Sasaki, as seems the destiny has once taken over the dominance, seems even the Sasaki's jutsu could not seal all the memories, or simply the fact that they have underestimated their bond. "You are okay now?"

Naruto brushed off the orange tails, "yea… Doumo, Kurama… I am feeling bit better."

"Good, then get yourself freshen up, as you are getting late."

"Right."

Kurama pulled a note pad with its tail and scribbled his message on the top layer, once the man was disappeared from his sight. He folded the paper into a fox shaped and blew his breath on it. The paper wiggled as it strengthened its legs. "Go to An-san," he ordered and let the paper fox jumped out of the window. He looked at the blue sky and sighed. The wheel of fortune has once begun its cycle; and this time, seems he could not escape from it.