Author's Note

Since it's weekend, I just managed to sit down and typed this up quickly, and that I am not sure whether I will be missing for this month or actually keep writing as somehow, with the busy word schedule that I have ahead, I, instead of watching TV, rather sitting down to type. lol Nonetheless, hope this is another good chapter!

Prescripto13: Totally... you are right again, so are you peeking at my rough notes? ^o^ But I hope you find this interesting as I keep revealing the facts that I have laid in the chapters as I wrote.

Dreamer1984: well... here we have confession around 2.2... I am really running out of ideas, and I like stories that bit love-love, but they actually giving me goosebumps.

As always, reviews are welcome.

Vi

p.s. again, I have used the song that Madara has sang in chapter 14 live music; it is a song that I really love and I just felt that it really fits. So I hope 'Our love is here to stay'!

Ooooo

Kakashi held the pair of warm hands, with his slightly icy cold ones. "If my secrets are revealed, I have to go back to where I belonged."

"I won't tell anyone, Kaka-sensei," Naruto promised solemnly. "You can keep me in the dark; I respect you, since I was young…"

Kakashi beamed tiredly, "Naruto, if you don't know, then how can I believe that you truly love who ever I am? Besides," his tongue licked his fangs involuntarily, "there is no way I can hide them away from you." He lose his grasp slowly, "if you still wish to see."

Naruto felt extremely nervous after his sensei's words. Confession was already making his heart beating rapidly. His hands were shaking. He was so closed to his sensei, wanting to know the face behind the scarf, wanting to accept and embrace the man in front of him. He rolled the scarf down softly and gingerly, revealing pale skin, soft pink lips and a pointy chin. His sensei looked just like what he thought, a handsome man. "Kaka…shi," he called, with a slightly dry throat. He then leaned forward in a slow motion, wanting to kiss the man. He only stopped as he finally saw the pair of white fangs as his sensei's lips drawn apart in a very small angle.

"I am a part immortal…" Kakashi added in a very low voice, trying to cover his concern. Even though he was very close to the Sasaki Mansion, even though the villagers were relatively friendly to their neighbours, they were still one of the more traditional villages, under the Church's rules; they would not accept a part immortal. They respected the fact that there were pure blood vampires existed, and they have lived on a rather sociable terms, but, a creature like him was always a problem.

"You are…" Naruto grasped as he heard the words. Suddenly, everything to him began to make sense. He now could draw some of the conclusions, regarding his sensei's mysteries. However, this did not stop him. Since the day that he admitted to himself that he was attracted by his sensei, he has decided. "This is not the greatest excuse to put me off from you Kaka-sensei," he grinned brightly. "If you think you can put me off with such lousy reason, then you have underestimated my determination. I want to be with you, Kakashi sensei. This is not going to change. It will be easier if you just say that you don't like me the same way as I do. But then, this won't really change my mind. I want to be with you, truly. I can say many times as you wish, until you believe in me. Kakashi, aishiteru." He leaned even closer, as their chest barely touching. He felt himself surrounded by his sensei's musky scent, feeling the heartbeat. He uplifted his head, with their lips almost attached. He looked into the pair of navy blue eyes, seeing the reflection of himself. "Kaka-shi…" he murmured as he kissed the part vampire.

Kakashi was stunned as he let the blond to kiss him. He knew that he should push the boy away, but he could not. His hands landed on the blond's waist, wrapping the blond and pushing him closer. He remembered his aniki's warning, on that night of his departure. He remembered the pain that shew in his aniki's eyes. None of An's lovers managed to stay, apart from his mentor, Kazuhiko. But then, he also knew that An has began to afraid of being in love, began to forget how to love. He understood his aniki's concern, but he also knew that some sediment could not be withdrawn. He knew it clearly as he saw the boy grew, turning into a fine young man. He relaxed and softened under the blond's touch, lowering himself so that the blond has a better access to his lips.

He would not mind if this were forever, letting the time to stop and they would be together until the end of the world.

Kakashi stretched out his hand as he grabbed the scarf that blew off by the sudden wind. The Kakashi that was inside the memory did not aware of it, but as he was standing, with a small distance, he managed to react speedily to catch the scarf. He remembered this scarf, as he dug his nose into the soft cashmere. To most, they would not able to see the pattern clearly. But then, to the Sasaki, the pattern was as clear as written words. This was the Sasaki scarf, with the square black and white crest of the Sasaki embodied closely together. An wrapped this around his neck when he left the mansion, wanting to keep him warm as well as cover to his identity. It took him a small while to learn to live with the scarf a whole day. It was not his scent, but his father's cologne. He understood the meaning that his aniki was indicating; the scent of home, father and of course care and love. In some way, he understood, but yet also confused. When his father was still alive, the Hatake lived with the Senju, which he never understood why a vampire like An, would pay his visits to such dangerous area all the time. Although the Senju were one of the friendly priest groups, still, they were on the opposite ends.

Nonetheless, he pushed his thoughts aside, as he wrapped his neck with the scarf. He could now also feel the presence of his lover. The hint of citrus fragrance lingered in his nostrils. He grasped the soft material by his face, closed his eyes, letting his memories to stay, forming part of his own mind palace again. He felt loved and to love. The sediment was so strong that he was grateful that An and Tsuki have held them away from him. He would not survive to with it.

He then, opened the door, as he needed to make his way back to the shikigami. He heard the piano, and this reminded him of Madara's favourite song.

'It's very clear; our love is here to stay.

Not for a year, but ever and a day.

The radio and the telephone and the movies that we know

May just be passing fancies and in time may go…

They are made of clay,

But our love is here to stay.'