Author's Note

It's already a long long month for me as various things have been going on, rather exhausted already... sigh.. nonetheless, after his filler chapter, we would be back with the loved pair. lol

dreamer1084: wwww... great that sensei is not ooc. *cheer*

prescripto13: indeed. yet, with my limited use of words, I guess it's down to everyone's personal experience to imagine how he would have feel.

As always, reviews are welcome!

Vi.

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Tsuki hummed softly. It was not just a poem, but also a song that his previous master used to love. Alchemists have an unspeakable, unexplainable crush on the sakura tree. It was one of the trees that could give people miserable, yet on the other hand, enjoyable feeling. However, he felt that trees on the mortal world were nothing, compare with the ones that he has seen in Limbus, when he was once a free spirit. But then, nothing could ever compare, as the vampire leader teased him in their earlier stage of their lives.

As Tsuki was keeping his thoughts to himself, An took out another crystal ball from the pocket. He has an urge to burn down the memories today, unknown to him; his guts were directing his way. Not only containing Kakashi's memory, but also his own, when he chose to take care of his protégé's problem.

OoooO

"Vampire!" the villagers screamed, as they tightened their grasps. It was a matter of life and death. They would not known how the vampire would react, especially when he looked broken down. However, they knew that it would be the toughest flight they would be facing, as silver haired vampires, after all, were the strongest vampires.

Before they could blink, their abdomens were cut opened. Blood split, small and large intestines poured out from the clean cut. Stomach elongated, pulling downwards by the gravitational field. Young, old, fat, thin villagers fell down on the ground like wind blew the scarecrows off the field. Only the stronger ones managed to stay, as they managed to doge the first round of attack.

Kakashi followed his aniki's teaching. Clean, precise and mercilessly, just like how he used to practice. He sung his spare katana swiftly and deadly, leaving no living souls behind. Some have more wounds as they refused to be defeated, even though they clearly knew that they were no match to any vampires, especially now they have recognised who they have encounter: Kakashi, the vampire leader's favourite student, as well as the holder of Tsuki.

Medusa scream in joy as she felt the warm blood stained Kakashi's chill hand. The iron smell of the condemned pleased her. She never would see the pure side of mortals solely; she has seen far too much, when she was still part of the archangel. As the blood turned cold, Kakashi's heart turned cold. Blood left the stains behind, both on Kakashi's hand as well as his soul. She felt rejoiced, though partially, she knew that her current holder would be deeply in sorrow later on. She heard Sakumo soft sigh outside the door. The lock has loosened due to Kakashi's unstable state. However, she has no wish to get out, particularly when Lucifer was not there. She bent down and collected the crystal balls that dropped off from the walls and ceiling.

She licked some of the crystal balls, as they were rather opaque. Not Kakashi's, she knew that clearly. It was An's memories. It was one of the drawbacks of using some of the sealing jutsu, especially this particular one. Part, no matter how small that was, of the soul would be left behind, particularly in the room that she was locked in. An's memories were always appealing. She loved the ones with her beloved Fallen Angel. But then, there were only a hand full, as An was also an experienced alchemist. He has learnt and sharpened his skills as time passed by. Nonetheless, she has enough to waste some of her time to revisit the memories.

It was a lovely night, to her standard, as her room would fill with the familiar ferrite scent for a long period. Kakashi's feelings won't be uplifted at all. She has plenty of time to cherish the moment.

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The vision died off as An appeared on the scene and sealed Kakashi into the stone coffin. All three of them remained silent, just as they were when they looked at the previous crystal ball. The silence held tightly, grasping their throat like an invisible crawl. It was only broken when An summoned the fire from hell again, turning the ball into ashes.

The wind blew and swept the ashes along with the sakura petal. Tsuki looked away, squeezing the sakura blossom. Kazuhiko sighed softly as he tightened his grasp, grabbing his lover into his embrace. What Medusa managed to collect was only the brief grasped of what had happened. Both Tsuki and himself recognised that, but decided to keep quiet. Kazuhiko thought he would be losing An for ever, under his care in a few occasions, when even his medical skills could not heal the vampire quickly enough. He understood how the young vampire would feel. How desperate he would need to release his anger and how obviously it was to him. It has taken Kakashi awhile to find his lover again. Kazuhiko wondered and imagined how he would have reacted if he was in Kakashi's shoe.

"It would be fine this time, at least I am believing it. Tsu and I have read the result from the cards. They should be fine," An broke the ice again.

"I comprehend that, An chan…" Kazuhiko whispered, "just that Naruto being a Namikaze somehow added pressure and bounded my feelings. After all, I have promised my aniki to look after our descendents. He is the last one directly descend from my aniki's blood. When Minato was killed in action, I felt that I failed badly. Lots of the head of clan died in action, but only him, that I have ever see by brother though his face. They were so alike… so alike."

"Yes… They were…" An whispered, "Minato has the eyes of wisdom as he has. I believed that such wisdom would bring back the glorious of the Namikaze. But then, they have been focusing their priesthood for too long. The days of the healers have already long passed."

Tsuki released the flowers in his hand, after a strong squeeze. "Most importantly is present," he added. "I sensed Jiraiya is coming back."