AUTHOR'S NOTE

krito1389: great that you like the way I 白白have described Sakumo and of course my lovely An-kun. XD

dreamer1084: yea...it's amazing that I have reached 18 chapters... and yea... Sakumo always loved his wife.

prescripto13: Arigatou... Great that you like the plot as I really love the way that the story surrounding the katana, Tsuki. I wanted to write more about Sakumo and An, but let's focus on Kashi-kun this chapter XD

As always, reviews please. Doumo.

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At the same time, Kakashi was also lying on the bed, looking at the navy blue sky though the window. He rememebered the days when they were together. He sometimes wondered, after all these years, was the love still the same. In some aspect, he felt that it was kind of wrong, in the sense that he remembered, he was not just looking at the man that was soildly in front of him, but also looking though the man, looking at his shadow, looking in remembrance of his dead lover.

He sighed softly as his kohai opened the door slowly and quietly. "Senpai," the mukuton user addressed softly as he approached the older vampire. "You are not resting?"

"Not yet, Tenzo." The older vampire replied lowly, almost like a murmur. "Even though it has been a long day, but I am not calm enough to take my mind off. There are lots of issues that I would like to address, but seems I am not capable to do so."

"Senpai," the mukuton user held the older vampire's hand gently. "There are lots of things that you cannot do. That's the fact and that please don't be upset about it. Since we, Sasaki have all the time in the world that we need, you are the one who told me not to worry about it."

Kakashi beamed bitterly. "I know, Tenzo. I still remembered the time when An-nii bought you back from an abondoned house. I still remembered the time when you were still a human."

"Kakashi-senpai," Tenzo looked into the mismatched eyes, "I thought you have promised me not to mention the past, especially my past." He withdrew his hand as he spoke. "I am grateful, you know, to An-sama. If he did not find me in that house, I guessed I have either managed to summon a fruit tree to keep myself alive or learnt to control my power to break the cage or I would have simply die in that house."

Kakashi remained silent as he knew that he should not raise up the issue. Everyone has their past, and his kohai, both the raven and the mukuton user have the notable bitter past. "Gomen," he murmured.

"It's fine, senpai..." Tenzo spoke nonetheless, "it's all fine by me. Anyway, I just would like to inform you that we have changed the time for the class tomorrow. It will start at 8 instead of 9, so please don't be late."

"Hai hai..." Kakashi replied as he looked away, looking at the navy blue sky again. "The only thing that never has changed is actually the sky, Tenzo."

"Hai..." Tenzo replied as he stood up. "Tired to have some sleep, senpai. Oyasuminasai."

Once the mukuton user left the room, Kakashi slipped into the duvet, hoping he could get some sleep in a short period of time. He pulled down his mask and inhaled deeply. He rubbed his lips as he was thinking of the young blond. He could still recall the warmth of the lips, and it was disappointing that he was wearing the mask. He has the mask since his guardianship was taken over by the Sasaki leader, but it was just not something that he could get use to that easily. He remembered the days when he first worn the mask out.

"Naru..." he murmured. He has murmured the name for more than thousand times. It was the reason that kept him conscious when he was receiving his punishment. He did not regret that he has slaughtered the entire village, just for his lover. But he felt the emptiness and bitterness that the older vampire has told him years ago when he was still a student.

The emptiness consumed his mind sometimes, when he was in the coffin. But then, he knew that it was the case. The coffin was designed to punish. It was there to remind the sinner the reason of their punishment.

He never thought that he would be in the coffin, not even once. He has only thought of it once his aniki show up with the said coffin. He never thought of it. Never at all.

He sighed as he rolled on the mattress. With the relationship with the young blond, he was kind of hesitated this time, due to the fact that the previous two did not end well. He was afraid, in some aspect, that the whole sage would happen again. He was concerned. He wondered whether it would be a better idea if he let go, let the man to look for someone that he could truly be with.

He wondered whether he could witness the man to form a family with a human, a female. He wondered whether he could simply treat the blond as simple friend. In the deepest part of his heart, he knew that he couldn't. No matter how many times he tried to persuade himself not to fall in love. But it was simply irresistible, as if he was drawn toward the man involuntarily.

He grabbed the dagger that was placed by his pillow and fiddled the blade mindlessly. Even though he was the holder of the Tsuki, he only carried it daily, but he would not use it except the necessary. It was due to the fact that he respected the history of the blade and he agreed with the view that the majority held. Even though the blade would absorb energy though the blood that the sword spilled, the Sasaki felt that it would be better if they used the sword selectively. Therefore, he rather used the sword that he learnt with, or this dagger that Naruto has given him 300 years ago.

It took the deceased blond years to save the money that was required to pay the blacksmith, as there was a similar chamber as the Tsuki and Sumizome. He cut his thumb, creating a small wound. He wiped his blood on the blade and let the dagger absorb his energy.

It was still a long way to fill the chamber up as his energy was sealed by the coffin. However, he would not want to have other people's energy contaminated the chamber. He would rather have it empty, to some extend. He kissed the blade, licking the remaining blood. "Naru... My love..." he sighed.