AUTHOR'S NOTE
krito1389: cause I 署want to make the story more dramatic. haha
dreamer1084: totally... love is the most important issue.
It's a good idea, maybe I will pull Naru-chan into the coffin too someday. lolz
and that I hope the Naru-chan that I have described in last chapter was not too bad...
prescripto13: haha...glad you like it... just trying to write in different ways.
I think the Sakumo that I have described here maybe slightly OOC, so if you are really seriously regarding such issues, then maybe please skip this chapter. 光Or actually I am keen to know any suggestion to make it better.
As always, reviews please. Doumo.
Vii
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Kazuhiko was standing outside the room silently. He was planning to open the door as he heard Madara's voice. He withdrew his hand from the handle and stood there in absolute silence. He gripped and relaxed his fist. He should have known, he really should have.
He was a doctor 800 years ago. He met the vampire leader in the forest during a night when he was wondering in the woods, trying to relax. He found the vampire who was unconscious in one of the berry bushes. Since that day, he has never truly left the vampire. He chose to look away as he did not want to know what has happened between the vampire and the Hatake. It was the same for the relationship between An and Madara.
Madara leaned forward, with his breath ghosting the vampire's pale skin. "You never tell me the story of Sakumo. I thought you never have fallen in love with the man... But sometimes the way you treat his heir indicating the different meaning." He touched the vampire's lips with his own lightly. "Of course I am happy to help out... Since... I am one of the rare remaining Uchiha in this world..."
An placed his slim fingers between their lips. His iris were turning purplish red. "I will show you."
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An was sitting on his favourite bergere in his private study. It was a full moon night and it was time for the Tsuki to absorb the essence and the power that the moon could generate. He was medicating as he placed his gaze on the silver white blade. He has a prevision vaguely that he would have an unexpected visitor tonight.
After 15 minutes, his prevision did not fail him as there was a silhouette appeared by the window at the far end. "Sasaki-san," the silhouette spoke in a low but attractive voice. "Apologise for such impolite and inappropriate visit, but I would like to talk to you privately." The man stepped out and revealed his pale face under the moonlight. "I hope you would have the time."
An studied the intruder for a few seconds silently. "Hai? Sakumo-kun, what would you like to talk about?"
The man, Sakumo looked at the white katana for a split second before he turned his gaze away and looked right into the vampire's grey orbs. He drew out a blackest katana from his cloak, "katana exchange with another, Sasaki-san." He lifted up the sword with his hands and passed it to the vampire. "I have been told that the Sasaki's Tsuki could bring the life from the most unexpected."
An did not reply but examined the katana, admiring the blade as it reflected the black, mysteric shine. He brushed the cool surface with his slim fingers delicately.
"As my gift to you, Sasaki-san. Every Hatake could only cast two swords in his life and I have dedicated one for you, as a token of your generosity."
However, An still didn't speak. He placed the sword back to its wakizashi and put it next to the Tsuki. He sat down again, taking his moment.
The man was getting more nervous as he wanted to succeed but he was certain that the vampire leader was not the easiest one to deal with. He did his homework and that he knew that the vampire has different sexual preference. He took off his cloak and dropped it on the floor, then he took off his clerical collar and unbuttoned the first three button, revealing his firm and muscular chest. "There have been rumours regarding your preference, if you cannot be pleased by the Sumizome, maybe..." he tried to say in his most attractive voice, "I could be the honour to... Sasaki-san."
An finally looked up and grinned alluringly. "Just call me An, Sakumo-kun. I am thrilled to hear your offer and that, do you know what you are asking for?"
"My wife, Isami always wanted to produce a child, a heir for me. But, all the doctor that we could find, none of them could offer us any help. I have been told that your clan's Tsuki could. An-san..."
An pinned and pressed the man against the soft back of the méridienne firmly, with his legs clamping the man's thighs. He tucked his hair behind his ear delicately and grinned, "if you are truly in love with your wife, isn't what you are offering would be a betrayal? Furthermore, do you know that there would be half of the chance that your heir would be one of us; and even if you are lucky, there would be Sasaki blood in your bloodline."
"I aware of the issues, An-san," Sakumo replied painfully. "But I have no choice. Isami has been so ill all these years, I don't want to let her down. Maybe you would find my reason a load of rubbish, but please trust me."
An widened his grin and that Sakumo began to understand more, regarding the rumours outside. He could totally understand. The vampire leader was truly a predictor, a silver jaguar. However, he has no turning back. His right hand swum though the vampire's long threads and supported his nape, while his left hand held the vampire's waist, pulling him closer. Even he felt guilty, ashamed and disappointed, there was no turning back, for the sake of his child.
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Madara blinked rapidly so that he could escape from the vampire's vision. He could not bare to watch anymore as the way that the vampire teased the man and the way that the man tried to please the vampire was killing him. Jealously was bubbling inside his body. "How could you, An," he hissed lowly and slightly melancholy. "How could you."
An remained silent as he returned his iris into the original grey. "If you have the patient to wait and view the last bit, you would know that I did not sleep with the man. Besides," he said coolly, "I am not your belongings, Madara. You were the one who asked for it."
Madara turned his head away from the vampire and tried to calm himself down. He knew that, he always aware of it. He should not have fallen in love with the vampire. He really should not have. But then, it was hard. When he was still a boy, he met the vampire in the Uchiha Temple. He was the only one who cared for him, other than his dearest otouto. He was the one who believed in his talent and that the vampire was always his ultimate target, a standard that he was following.
"Gomen," he said calmly.
The vampire stood up in silence, standing by the window, feeling the autumn breeze. His hair was floating in the hair as the wind blew. "I accept your apologise," he said.