Author's Note

A pre lemon coming up, fingerX that I can write up the lemon for next chapter... well at least that's what I am planning to do. lol

Dreamer1984: as I said before, Kazuhiko-kun will stab me hard if I am making more blur relationships for An-kun. haha

Prescripto13: glad you like the wolves ^O^ and that it was part of the reason that An-kun spoil Kakashi-kun, as he understood the pain that the young vampire has to bare.

As always, reviews are welcome.

Vi

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"Calm down, Naruto," Jiraiya said in slight annoyance. It was only the seventh day. Initially, he did not say much, but gave the blond a few supporting tap on the shoulder. He understood the feeling that his godson was going though. No one wanted to be separated from his lover within the first week. But then, it was necessary, just for their own good. "You are giving me headache. Stopping paddling around just a helpless chicken." He dipped his pen into the ink pot He did not even manage to write a word in the last 15 minutes. The only time he could truly focus was when the blond went out to train with Bunta. "I have told you, the Sasaki don't ever think the same way as we do. And that with An-chan, I am pretty sure they are safe."

"How I am not going to concern?" Naruto stopped and shouted, "he never replies directly. I am serious concern dattebyo!" He made another set of steps. "I am not a woman. I can't just keep sending him letter, can I? I shouldn't be this desperate, right?"

Kurama chuckled softly as he entered the room, followed by the twelve-origami wolves. "Like what Jiraiya said, Kakashi is a relatively strong vampire, as the holder of the Tsuki, don't you need to be worry." He grinned as the wolves were talking behind softly. "They spoke of you all the time," he said, "only you didn't realise." He jumped, landed on the table, glazing on Jiraiya's notebook. He peeked on the content and sighed slightly disappointingly. Everyone who has followed Jiraiya's book knew that the said man ran out of ideas for a year already, and everyone is getting a bit desperate for the latest edition.

At the same time, the wolves nodded softly, agreeing with the fox. They tried to deliver their master's message. But seems the blond never understood, and that they needed to deliver the message personally.

"I tried. But I still don't understand at all. Why can't he write in human language? An-san's crane and Kazu-jiisan's toad had arrived, what had happened? Something went wrong?"

"It's nothing," Kurama replied, as he poked the blond with one of his tail. "Naruto. I heard nothing while I travelled from Konoha. They must be just busy. Jiraiya always receives his senpai's toad when he is on the road. And for An san's crane, there is message that he needs to tell me. Besides, are the wolves are here?"

While the fox was trying to calm the blond down, Jiraiya sent him a thankful look. He needed to the quietness to write. A frustrated godson was the worst situation that he could land on. He was assured by both of his senpai and the vampire leader that everything was fine, as he actually also wondered the presence of the wolves. He could smell that the Kyuubi knew something that he was not revealed to. But then, it was not really his issues. He put on the record that he borrowed from his senpai, during his visit in the mansion. Some music was always better than footsteps, and that it was nice to have someone who appreciated the collection that his senpai has.

The pair stopped their conversation as the violin entered, taking over the melody from the piano solo. Naruto stunned, "That…" He felt something was unlocking, something was breaking open. Headache. His head was breaking apart.

Kurama's face turned white as he could feel the disturbance inside the blond's body. The older pair was busy, not just because of the clan's issues, but they were investigating the bond that the younger pair has. The older Namikaze was suspecting that they have committed something that they did not aware of. "Jiraiya," he called.

Before Jiraiya understood what the Kyuubi wants, the blond fell down and found unconscious. The man reacted fast enough and managed to grab the blond and they dropped into the couch together.

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The last thing he remembered was the silver haired man's face. He could see the concern as he felt. He then only saw the darkness, just like that he has seen these months. Darkness but not coldness, as he now got used to it. Sometimes there was a sense of sadness lingering in the air, but yet, he knew that it would not do him any harm. He followed the darkness, walking towards the light, just like what he has done in the lonely nights.

"You finally made it, Naruto," the silver vampire grinned warmly, as he stood up, stopped leaning against the darkness, standing between the white light and the blackness. "I have been waiting," the vampire pouted softly.

"Gomen," the blond apologise as he approached, drawing their distance closer, "I did not know that you are waiting. Kakashi, but, where are we?"

The vampire did not reply, but stepped forward, wrapped his arms around the blond's neck, almost hanging himself on the man. Naruto did not think further, as to him, the most important thing was to see the vampire. He never felt such need, such desperateness to see a person. Truly, he missed his new lover. He felt that his love aged as days gone by. He was somehow lacking of his lover's presence. His arms sneaked up and embraced the vampire, dug his nose into the short silver threads.

The vampire grinned and dropped his weight to the blond, making the latter drop backwards. However, the blond did not land on the ground as he was expecting. Instead, he landed on soft, cosy white bedding. "Kakashi?" he called gently as he opened his eyes after the unexpected fall. His head was still breaking apart and that he wondered why he ended up landing on the bed, that seems coming from nowhere. Everything was in white, the ceiling, and bed certain, even the bed fame. The only alternative colour that he could see was Kakashi, who was, as usual, wearing in complete black. The short silver threads were standing out compare with the background.

His head was still hurting; yet, he knew that he has seen himself in this situation before. 'Déjà vu?' he wondered.