Author's Note

Prescripto13: Thanks so much for telling me that... didn't notice =.=/

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The black wing angel smirked and loosen his grip, dropped the woman into the hole. "You should have recongised me, Medusa." The black feathers felt as the angel deformed into a cloud of black mist. "I am no Master," he stated humbly, yet his tone was chilling. "You should not have attacked me," he continued. "I am not as kind- hearted as Master, but I have grown to learn to enjoy the company of the vampire. No one, except Master could determine my destiny, my location."

"Lucifer-sama," Medusa murmured as she fell down rapidly, locking her sight into the grey eyes of the Fallen Angel's desire - the desire that longing for not her, but her master's; the eyes that follow the white wing archangel. Sadness and emptiness grew inside her rapidly as all she could smell was the vampire's blood that she smeared on her clothes, mixing with the cold air of from the deepest of earth. The blood of Cain, the blood of her love, Lucifer, the blood of the man's assistant, Kazuhiko, but also the blood from the Senju and also Uchiha. She laughed in anger, yet also in disgust. The descendant of Cain, Sasaki An was as devilish as his ancestor. She wondered whether her master, Michael would have aware of. The insanity of experiment and of feeding his own self with the two main bloodstream of the church. "Michael-sama," she called, reaching her hand out, stretching her fingers, for the last time, hoping her master would drop his arm from Heaven to take her back. "Michael..." her voice was sealed as the ground reformed.

Tenzo's left hand remained on the blond's shoulder, keeping him seated. He wanted to rush over to his leader, but the blue light remained. He was as concerned as the blond, who would have run over there if he and the black haired priest hold him back. He looked at Neji, who looked anxious, as he scanned around the area.

A silver- blue figure, jumped into the alchemist's circles and scooped the vampire leader up. His limbs were cut by the blue light, small strips of blood leaked out as he moved. He nodded at Misoka's direction as the said nine-tail was leaving her position with the other, and the light diminished.

Tenzo blinked, as he never have seen the man. He summoned his wood, shoots grew rapidly as Misoka spoke soft but clearly, "let him. Take care of your senpai and Naruto-kun. They need you more."

"Hai," Tenzo replied softly and he gestured Neji to follow him, pulling the raven priest along.

The black cloud followed the figure as the latter carried the vampire to the study that the vampire's assistant was staying currently. "The man will not able treat him," the black cloud hissed, "Master would be able to."

"We have no time to look for your master," the figure stated coldly. "The man is the oldest Namikaze, he would able to."

"You sure he could, assuming he is willing?" the cloud counted, "he didn't want to see the vampire. This man is weak and foolish. He has no match for An. Many suitors, especially Master's friends, would have been a better , you don't know a thing."

"I may have underestimated others, but you know nothing about amore, monster," Tobirama stated plainly, "I have never seen a man as sincere as Kazuhiko san has been."

"I doubt, as right in front of me, there's no human, but a dryad, where have the Nidaime of the Konoha unit of the Church has gone?" he smirked in question.

"The issue between Madara and I was different…" Tobirama adjusted the vampire in his arms as his shirt was soaked with the latter's blood. "In some way, especially now, I understood Kazuhiko san's feeling more. Transforming my own good self into an immortal for the sake of someone that I love… it's just something that you would never understand, monster. Your master would have, though."

The black cloud spoke nothing as he opened the door and gestured the dryad to get in.

Kazuhiko was setting a bunch of white roses as the pair come in. He wanted to think nothing, as he kept dragging his thoughts away from the vampire leader. Just this time, he did not want to retreat, but at the same time, he did not feel that he could totally persuade himself to behave in such manner. The smell of ferrite thickened as he raised his brows in concern, as he turned to check on the intruders.

Glass smashed as the roses scattered on the ground. Blood stained the pure white flower. Water splashed and soaked Tobirama's blue trouser.

Kazuhiko's knees went soft as he grabbed the next chair to keep himself in a more upright position. His face turned pale as he examined the vampire's wound.

The black cloud looked at the assistant in curious. He cared about the vampire leader, but he prefered observations over the said vampire. Nonetheless, he placed the two katana by the vampire, after the dryad placed the wounded on the table as instructed; and sat in one corner, forming into his master's shape, pretending he was the one. It's the best moment to leave the vampire, but he was not going anywhere. Not simply as his master has ordered, but he wanted to see till the end, when the people who cared realised that has missing. It would be curious, filling his desires.

Tobirama took off his clothes as he helped himself to Kazuhiko's clothes that were handing at one of the hooks behind the door. It has been a long while since he has worn any fresh garment. Since his death, or at least pretending it was the end of his life, he has been wearing the same clothes that his student, the Sandaime of the Konoha, has prepared for him. The favourite of, not his, but his aniki's tailor. Now, after the sudden wake, all he was thinking, not the vampire, whom he knew that was in the most capable hands, but his love, the one that he has love for centuries. The person who refused to trust his love, the person that he wanted to share his life. The one that would have gone mad if he sees the vampire's current status. "Madara," he sighed softly.