AUTHOR'S NOTE

krito1389: see whether you understand the whole thing regarding the birth of Kakashi, and the relationship between Sakumo and An. If you don't, then maybe I will explain more clearly in the next chapter, in the author's note.

dreamer1084: well... even though I think having An-kun as hahaue would be a real fun, but then, I am not too keen to write MPreg this time yet... lolz... but seriously I like your idea... sounds so cool... in some aspect, Kakashi is always half vampire, half man, and i will reveal the reason as the plot thickens. And I am so glad that you found my Naru-chan okay as I was so concern that it would be OOC... orz...

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: yup.. hope you also enjoy this part of An's memory too XD

As always, reviews please. Doumo.

Vii

OooooO

An closed his eyes as the man pressed his lips tightly against his. He was not afraid as he was totally confident. He knew that it would not be a trick. He let the man traced the outline of his lips with the tip of his tongue; letting his large, warm hand exploring his back. Even though he enjoyed to have one of the handsomest man in such close distance, he was not truly enjoying it. To some extend, he was stunned by the man's offer. He thought of a few suggestions when the man raised the matter; but none of them were as exciting as what they were doing now.

He placed his hands on the muscular chest and pushed the man away. He has been intimate with various people; this was absolutely different. "Sakumo-kun," he spoke, almost murmured, "tell me... Why you name the katana the Sumizome?"

Sakumo adjusted his breath and was kind of relief as seems the vampire leader was keen to talk. He therefore answered in a more relaxed mode, "it's made of black tourmaline, which I managed to obtain when I was working with the Kumo. Since it's a rather large piece, I used it to make only one katana, keeping the middle empty, just like the Tsuki." He slid his hands down to An's hip, so that he could adjust his body. "But, of course, it could not compare with the power of one of the oldest sword in mankind history."

An grinned as he sat up, even though he was still straddling the man. "It's rare to use tourmaline, but I am more interesting in the reason that you name the sword."

Sakumo relaxed as he laid his back against the soft cushion. He tucked the fallen hair behind An's ear. "I have spent some time to think about the name. But normally, as bladesmith, the outlook of the sword and the owner would be in the consideration. And that, since I am planning to give it to you, I have been thinking of your name, An-san, your outlook and your reputation."

"There could be a large variety of words that you could have use. There are plenty words to describe darkness. Your choice is a rather subtle one."

Sakumo smirked finally, after he has spent 30 minutes in the room with the vampire. "To me, as a Hatake bladesmith, I could imagine the view if you use my sword to fight. The way that the blood splatter, the way that your body swing along with the sword, dancing with it. It's similar to the way when one use ink to draw. Furthermore, you are so pale, so white; I just could imagine how the blood tainted your clothes, your hair and your mind."

An stopped the man with his fingers as he flushed lightly. He did not expect to hear such explanation. "I did not know that you swing this way, Sakumo-kun. Even though you have offered me such opportunity, I could still sense your tension."

Sakumo's face also covered in a hue of pink as he realised how sexual his reference was. "I was... Well... Not exactly not what you're thinking, An- san." He was embarrassed by his own words. "Nonetheless... I hope you like the name, Sumizome. It is my pride."

"I like it, Sakumo-kun. Truly, I am trilled." An smirked as he leaned forward, with his nose almost touching the other. "I am the current owner of the Tsuki. I have been across various swords in my life, none, but only yours gave me such feelings," he murmured. He rubbed his lips against Sakumo's. "I want to have you, but I could feel your determination, your love to Isami-fujin. I want to have piece of you," he said in an alluring voice, "but I hate having an attached man."

"An-san," Sakumo whispered.

"Don't worry, Sakumo-kun. I am going to lend you the Tsuki. This is not going to change." He turned and looked at the man, instead of the window, hiding his face in the shadow. "I need something else from you, though." He approached the man and straddled him again. He revealed his white fangs deviously. "I am hungry," he murmured by Sakumo's ear.

Sakumo frozen but then relaxed. Except his body, he was initially thinking of offering his blood instead. However, he thought blood was not precious enough as he was thinking of only offering once. If the vampire was happy about it, then of course he would agree. "If all you need is my blood... An-san..."

"Hai..." An replied as he placed traces of kisses from the soft ear bone to the neck. "Just this time." He pieced his fangs into the soft skin as he could feel Sakumo's hand behind his nape. He drank as he rubbed small circles on the man's chest with his index finger.

Sakumo closed his eyes as the vampire drank. He never thought of giving blood to any vampire before, not even Sasaki An. He never thought of such absurd at all previously. But then, he ran out of options. He was certain that the vampire leader would not lie as he held his pride up high. He was certain that if the vampire obtained his price, then, he would also able to obtain his need. He sat back and let his blood flew into the vampire's mouth. He began to understand the sensation that the victims have described. It was different. It was necessary for the vampire, in order to live, but somehow it could be calming, which was odd.

An licked the wound clean as he satisfied his thirst. He got off and drew out a small glass bottle from one of the wooden drawers from the far end of the room. He then moved back to table where the swords were lying. He bit his thumb and drew lines on the Tsuki's white blade.

The blood darkened rapidly and looked haunting, in the contrast of the white. An whispered, almost in silence, the spell that he needed to pull out the power that was storing in the Tsuki empty chamber.

A blue-white chakra ball was formed as An continued, whispering in an ancient tongue that even Sakumo did not heard of. Then, subsequently, An pushed the ball into the bottle and sealed it with a soft piece of cork. He then moved back and stood in front of Sakumo. "This is what you are asking for, Sakumo-kun."

Sakumo received the bottle carefully but looked puzzled as he only figured out some words in the spell that An has just used.

"Do whatever you normally do at night, if you know what I meant," An explained. "Then, inject this chakra into Isami- fujin. It would give the energy to produce your heir."

Sakumo studied the bottle carefully and then placed it into his pocket. He stood up as he tried to buttoned his shirt and his clerical collar. He straightened his shirt and put on his cloak.

On the other hand, An picked up the Sumizome and began to dance with it. He swung randomly, but powerfully, as he felt the summer breeze, following the rhythm.

Sakumo looked at the vampire again as he knew that the Sumizone has landed on the best hand that he could find. He bowed softly as he stood by the window. "Arigatou, An- san. Oyasumi-nasai."

An withdrew the sword as he replied, "good luck. Also, if he is found out to be a member of the Sasaki, I will be waiting for his/her presence."

"Hai." Sakumo bowed again, "good day, An-san."