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The Color of Blood	By : Rosebud Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1118 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Hot Topic’s, Tripp or anything else in here that may have a copyright. I don’t own Naruto and I don’t own Model, the latter which help inspired this fic. I make no money from writing this.

The Color of Blood

Written By: Crimson2006

Beta: BlooShadowFox

:Chapter Two:

One-hundred and ninety-one years ago…

Eight-year old Sasuke was miserable. It was currently a quarter past the witching hour and the dark haired youth could not find peace. It wasn’t that he didn’t want it –god knew his eyes were tried—that his mind was begging for a few hours of down time– but rather, the situation was drawn because sleep refused to find him. It was actually a problem that many of the Uchihas suffered from. Fugaku had mild insomnia as did Itachi, but Sasuke had it worse than the two of them combined.

Tonight however, it wasn’t just the usual aliment that was keeping the youth up, but the ongoing storm that had started a little after one a.m.

‘I hate the rain…’

Shifting for what felt like the millionth time that hour, Sasuke gave a heavy sigh and let his dark orbs drift up to the ceiling, listening to the wind as it howled outside. Meticulously, his ears fine tuned the ‘pitter-patter’ of the raindrops as they fell against the window and he let a small frown form on his visage. Although most people might have found the sound of rain to be soothing, Sasuke didn’t like it. The grating rhythm was just one more thing that provoked his insomnia and kept him up later then what he wanted. Not to mention the fact that the storm was somewhat terrifying with its thunderous noise and brilliant display of flashing lights.

Yes, he Uchiha Sasuke was afraid of the dark, of the rain and of the storm. But the child refused to let an emotion as petty as fear get the best of him, and he most certainly wasn’t going to give in to the desire to cry. If his father every found out the he’d even contemplated the idea of tears, Sasuke knew that he’d be in a shitload of trouble. Thus, he just lied there amid the darkness of night, hoping that sleep would somehow spirit him away.

‘I hate the darkness…’

After ten more minutes and a long mental debate, the youth found himself padding down the long dark hallways of the Uchiha manor, his ebony shaded eyes looking back every once in a while to make sure that he was still alone. The estate was quite eerie during the day and at night –during a thunderstorm– it could easily be mistaken for a haunted house. Although Sasuke didn’t believe in monsters, he wasn’t so sure about the possibility of ghosts, and therefore was slightly apprehensive in regards to his surroundings.

Finally reaching his destination, the raven paused at a familiar door and took a deep breath, wishing for the best. Even if Itachi rejected him, it couldn’t hurt to at least attempt the idea—that he might possibly be able to spend the night in the elder’s room, next to his brother who could keep him safe from the darkness and rain.

‘If I could only be so lucky…’

Raising a hand, the boy gasped when the door opened without warning; Itachi’s form folding into view. “Sasuke, what are you doing out of bed?” the elder grumbled.

The smaller raven shook slightly when he realized that his brother was mad at him. “A-a-aniki,” he swallowed, his little hands twisting the tail of his nightshirt. “I’m s-sorry for bothering y-you…”

‘I am such a fool…’

Itachi watched with a slightly raised brow as Sasuke shifted nervously under his scrutiny. After a second Itachi finally realized what his brother’s problem was. "Are you afraid of the storm, Otouto?”

At the word afraid, the worried expression switched to a defensive one and Sasuke scowled. “I’m NOT scared of a stupid storm!” He insisted, though he didn’t sound very convincing.

“Alright then, go back to your room.” With that said Itachi moved to shut his door –but as he expected– Sasuke’s small voice called out to intervene.

“Wait, Aniki. I’m…cold, can’t I sleep in here with you?”

‘I don’t want to be alone…’

The older Uchiha mentally smirked. For a moment he considered teasing his brother about the pitiful remark –surely if Sasuke had been cold he would have just gone and retrieved another blanket– but he chose not to say anything for the time being. "Of course you can.”

Sasuke’s head shot up and wide eyes questioned his older brother. That hadn’t been the response he was expecting to hear. But when Itachi said nothing more –only turned around and headed back into the room; blowing out the candle next to the bed– Sasuke’s mind kicked into gear and he quickly followed, making sure to shut the door behind him.

Padding over to the large sleigh bed, he climbed up and then slid under the sheets, making sure not to bother his brother’s personal space. In the back of Sasuke’s mind he noted that Itachi’s room smelt like lavender and cream, and he slowly let his mind drift away. The younger raven had almost been asleep, when a nasty bat of thunder struck.

Startled, and half-asleep, Sasuke immediately latched on to Itachi.

“I thought you weren’t afraid?” the amused voice taunted and eight year old realized what he’d just done.

“I-I’m sorry Aniki.” he apologized. Sasuke knew that his brother liked his personal space, and as of the moment, he was invading it. Shifting to move off of Itachi, he was surprise when a strong arm wrapped around him, hindering his withdrawal.

“You can stay a while Otouto, I promise I don’t bite.”

Looking up, dark eyes melted into crimson red and Sasuke felt his heart soar with warmth as his brother leaned forward to kiss him on the forehead. The notion was soft and loving, but before Sasuke knew it, Itachi was pulling away.

‘Do I mean just as much to you, as you do to me?’

"Aniki…?”

“Go to sleep Otouto.”

Laying his head back down, Sasuke snuggled into Itachi’s chest and inhaled his brother’s warm, comforting scent. “I love you…”

“I love you too, Sasuke.”

“Forever and always?” the younger boy questioned.

“Forever and always… I promise.”

‘Then I promise too!’

…

Current day…

“You bastard,” Sasuke yelled, only to feel a sharp crack of pain sear through his head and work its way down his spine as his body roughly collided with the marble floor.

Itachi raised a brow at his little brother’s antics. He’d just stepped into the manor –no more than three-seconds ago– only to meet a fist aimed towards his face and a swift kick that would have left any mortal withering in pain. It perhaps would have even left Itachi in the same predicament, except for the fact that he had skillfully countered the move and was now left to loom over his foolish sibling –who was in fact, lying on the floor beneath him.

“Ah, I take it that you are not in favor of the recent renovations.” Itachi asked solicitously. It was taking all his will power not to smirk at the distressed expression on his Otouto’s face. Sasuke looked pissed as hell and yet shattered—an inclination that brought about a wonderful sense of satisfaction in the older Uchiha’s heart. He loved seeing his little brother writhing away in pain.

“Renovation? You fucking took all my books away, Itachi!” Sasuke spat, pulling himself up, only to be knocked back down and held in place by Itachi’s boot. His brother obviously wasn’t being lenient in regards to the pressure, because Sasuke could feel his ribs start to crack under the weight. “You bastard, I’m not going to forgive you for this! Just you wait, one of these I’m going to make you sorry that you turned me!”

“Oh come now Otouto, it was just a few measly books. Only a child would act so puerile in regards to something so… insignificant.” Squatting down on his haunches, Itachi continued to apply pressure to his brother’s chest; his long finger’s working through the youth’s wiry black hair. “You know… you look rather ugly when you scowl like that Sasuke.” His lips drawing into a tight line as the boy beneath him increased the magnitude of his glare.

“If I’m so ugly then why don’t you throw me away?”

“Silly boy,” Itachi replied, though there was no amusement in his voice. Raising his hand back, he slapped Sasuke’s cheek hard enough to bring tears to the boy’s dark eyes. "Now you’re being ugly and stupid. I suppose father was always right about you.”

Those words hit Sasuke like a ton of bricks, and he was so lost in his own little world, that he didn’t even take notice when Itachi removed his foot and left the room. Out of all the things that his brother could say to him, it was those words that hurt the most.

Although Itachi was cruel most of the time, Sasuke at least liked to think that the elder had cared about him when they were younger. But when things like that flowed out of the bastard’s mouth, the boy couldn’t be so sure. Maybe Itachi had been using him all along.

“M-Master Uchiha?”

Looking up to the front door, Sasuke noticed that one of the staff members was standing there, a worried expression on his face. Silently, the said servant moved inside and stood nervously at the top step, not daring to go any further without permission.

The raven gave a stiff smirk; even after all this time Jūgo was still precautious about formalities. He really didn’t need to be though. Itachi could careless, and even Sasuke didn’t mind, seeing as the man had served them faithfully for nearly seventy-five years.

Still, despite his contribution to the Uchiha family, Jūgo didn’t look a day over twenty-five and with his thick, muscular build and a sharp jaw line, his impressive height of 6’6” gave him a towering disposition. Added to the distinctive traits of his redish-orange eyes and similar color hair and you got a creature that appeared one way, but was something else all together. That of course, was mainly because Jūgo was a lupine.

“Young Master Uchiha…Are you alright?” Jūgo repeated, and Sasuke took notice that the lupine’s right hand was twitching. It was a compulsive habit that the man often enacted when he was stuck in his human form. The werewolf had once told him, long ago, that walking around in human flesh felt wrong—that it made his skin itch, and his lungs burn, or something like that. Sasuke couldn’t recall his exact words because he hadn’t really been listening at the time.

“Yes, I’m fine.” He grumbled and pulled himself upright, his ribs aching with every movement. They weren’t broken, but pretty damn close.

“Oh good, I’m glad that it’s nothing serious.” The man replied, his hand continuing to twitch sporadically. "Master Sasuke, forgive me for being so blunt, but are you ready to go into town? Master Itachi only plans to change his clothes and then leave again.”

The raven groaned. He’d forgotten about his brother’s stupid idea to go into town. He didn’t really want to be stuck in the car for the forty-five minute drive, nor be dragged around from one club to the next, waiting while Itachi found someone to bite. Albeit, he got the distinctive feeling that if he objected to the trip, his artwork would be the next thing to go. Looking down to his attire, he noted that he was in sweatpants, a tee shirt and was currently without shoes. “Yeah, I’m ready…” he mumbled. He figured that he’d just stay in the car with Jūgo, maybe try and convince the werewolf to take him to a gas station or something—that way he could buy a magazine to read.

Jūgo nodded and started to head back outside, only to realize that he should warn the boy of Itachi’s intentions. Even though he served both the Uchiha’s, Jūgo tried to look out for Sasuke, because god knew the boy needed some help.

Turning back around, he looked at the young raven that was now standing right behind him—a questionable expression adorning the vampire’s face.

“What?”

“You should know, Master Itachi plans to touch bases with Sakura tonight.”

Sasuke gave an exasperated sign. First his books had been destroyed and now he was going to have to deal with Sakura. It was going to be on hell of a night.

...

Perfect hips swayed back and forth to the beat as the girl’s short miniskirt swished from side to side with each pivot. Lacquered, pink nails ran over her tight white graphic tee, before curling up into a mass of bubblegum pink hair. Sakura wasn’t really paying attention to the guy she was dancing with, but rather scoping out the scene of the new club that had just opened. So far she’d only seen one hot guy and he hadn’t been the right type. As if in alliance with her thoughts, a familiar vibration struck her thigh and she reached up under her skirt to the strap that was holding her cell phone in place. Not bothering to verbally excuse herself, Sakura stepped away from her dance partner and weaved through the massive crowds of people to where the bathrooms were located. Thankful that something in this place was sound proof.

Seeing the incredibly long line for the ladies room, she opted to slip inside the men’s bathroom instead, ignoring the dirty glares –and a few welcoming ones– from the men who were in the processes of urinating. “Don’t mind me,” she hummed, walking further down to where the stalls were located. Once inside one, she flipped open the phone and her cheerful voice kicked into gear.

“What’s up Itachi?”

“Good evening Sakura. I’m on my way into town; do you have any good victims for me?

The girl bit lightly on her lower lip. “No not yet, but the sun’s only been down for a few hours. Come to club ‘Chaos’. It's new and I can almost guarantee that this place will reach its max capacity by midnight.”

Itachi snorted. Just because the place was going to be packed, didn’t mean that he was going to find anyone interesting there. He was very picky when it came to his victims; he wouldn’t just suck anyone’s blood. Granted that some vampires really didn’t care, but Itachi refused to drink from someone who was tainted. “How about you find me a meal first?” he deadpanned, switching the phone to the other ear. “That is what I pay you to do, isn’t it?”

Unlike most of the people that were on the Uchiha’s payroll, Haruno Sakura was a mortal. Although a lot of vampires didn’t feel the need to expand their communications beyond the supernatural world, there were a few exceptions now and then, and Sakura of course, was one of them. Even though the girl was very strong-willed, she wasn’t much of a threat par say, as she was an annoyance. Not that Itachi trusted her completely, but she was head over heels in love with his Otouto and would do anything for the younger Uchiha. Knowing that, Itachi had manipulated her emotions to work in his favor.

Although most of the time it annoyed him when people tried to get close to Sasuke, Itachi really didn’t mind Sakura’s involvement, as the feelings between her and his brother weren’t mutual. In fact, if anything, Sasuke hated Sakura—a valuable piece of information that the elder used to torture his Otouto with.

Yes, having the girl work for him was really a win-win situation.

“Yes, you do.” Sakura pouted, leaning up against the bathroom wall. A group of people had just walked in, and seeing as she was in a men’s bathroom –and Itachi preferred male victims over women– Sakura figured that she’d check them out and see if they were the right type. Itachi was so damn picky about the people he fed from. She really didn’t understand it either. They were going to die after all, so what did it matter if they were good-looking or not? And then, even if she did find a hot piece of ass, he still sometimes turned them down because they were –oh how did he put it,‘tainted?’

Sakura didn’t really know what that term meant –or how one could know that someone was tainted by looking at them– but apparently they were important factors to Itachi.

Glancing through the small crack in the stall the girl suddenly gasped. “I’ll call you back.” she whispered, snapping the phone shut before Itachi could say anything. Titling her head, Sakura admired the two men that she could see in the mirror –noting by the sound of things that there might be a third; though he wasn’t in her line of vision.

Turning her attention back to the two that she could see, the girl noted that the first guy was tall, lean and handsome with dark features that reminded her oddly of Sasuke. He was dressed casually in a black Maltese-cross sleeveless shirt, and a pair of red-lined Tripp pants that were adorned with all sorts of straps. Immediately she thought of hot topic and wondered if the guy was from out of town. Itachi preferred to stay clear of the locals. It would draw too much attention if all the residents started dropping like flies.

Even though she had learned that vampire’s had the ability to bite a human without killing or changing them—Itachi wasn’t like that. He always killed his victims.

Letting her green eyes shift slightly more to the right, she took notice of the fierily red-head that looked about the same age as the first guy. Due to the refection of the mirror, Sakura could see that he had the tattoo for love inked on his forehead and both his lower lip and right ear were pierced. He was wearing a red, straightjacket top, and a pair of black baggy bondage pants. He definitely screamed ‘gothic,’ to the point where it was extreme.

“I don’t know...” someone whined, and Sakura changed her angle, trying to see who it was that had spoken. Apparently she’d been right to think that there was third person in the bathroom. Noticing that both the raven and red-head turned their attention to where the voice had originated, led the girl to believe that they were all friends. “I don’t really think I agreed to this…” the said voice finished, and Sakura shutter at how smooth it sounded. It was like wet velvet against silk.

Even though –despite her shifting around– she couldn’t see the third boy yet, Sakura could already imagine a sex god. Knowing that this might be the perfect opportunity to find a victim for Itachi, Sakura took a deep breath and opened the stall.

Stepping out into the small area, she automatically gained the attention of the two boys that she’d previously been watching, though she cared very little about their perception of her. Which was, apparently wavering, seeing as the red-head’s face was neutral and the raven’s was promiscuous. She easily pegged the latter was a pervert.

“Um, I think you went into the wrong bathroom Miss.” The third voice said.

Sakura turned to address who she knew was the mystery man—but what she saw there hadn’t been what she was expecting. It was true that Sakura prided herself on knowing a lot of good looking guys, but the manifestation in front of her was the embodiment of sex on legs and then some. The stranger was dressed to kill in a fish net shirt, black studded boots and leather pants that were so tight, they might as well have been painted on. His hair had obviously been dyed, seeing as there were vibrant strips of red and orange stratified within –what might be– his natural golden locks. Still, the most prominent feature about him was his blue eyes. That and the six little scars that were marked on his face—almost like whiskers.

“God you’re hot!” Sakura smiled, holding up her camera. "Can I take your picture?”

Naruto blushed fiercely and was about to say no when Sai consented for him. Before another word could be said, Sakura had snapped a shot and left the men’s bathroom as if it had been natural for her to be in there in the first place.

The blonde scratched his head and gave a light chuckle. “Well that was weird, huh guys?”

“You should have gotten her number.” Sai snickered as he absentmindedly played with his nipple piercings through his shirt. It was something that he did quite often, one of the man’s annoying mannerisms when he was horny, and looking at the fine piece of ass that had just walked out the door, had gotten him a little worked up. Although Sai usually went for guys, he was actually bisexual. So every once in a while a girl would catch his attention and when one did, heaven help them all.

“Dude, stop playing with yourself in public.” Naruto whined, wiggling uncomfortably in the pants that were way too tight. This probably had something to do with the fact that they were Gaara’s. Both of his friends had gone over to his apartment that afternoon and raided his closet so that he could wear something, ‘suitably sexy’ –as Sai had so bluntly put it– to the club tonight. The problem was, since Naruto didn’t go clubbing very much—or rather, at all—there wasn’t anything that his buddies deemed as appropriate and therefore, they’d dragged him to Gaara’s place for a gothic make-over. Hence, that was the reason why he was dressed in an uncomfortable outfit, wearing black eyeliner and booting glow-in-the-dark orange nail polish.

“Why, does it turn you on?” The raven smirked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes. So fucking stop it.” Naruto retorted. Seeing someone play with their nipples was a huge turn on for the blonde; he didn’t even have to be attracted to the person doing it. It was just erotic. Leaning up against the wall, he let out a heavy sigh and looked distractingly at his friends’ reflection, rather than directly at them. “Are you going to take a piss or what Sai? I mean if we’re going to just hang out in the bathroom like a bunch of girls, then we could have done this at my house and I’d be minus the chaffed balls.”

Gaara smirked at that remark. "We didn’t come in here to piss, Uzumaki.” Reaching into his pocket, the red-head pulled out a small pill box. Naruto gave him a skeptical look, but accepted the red colored tablet that could easily been mistaken for a skittle. Of course, the blonde knew that it was Ecstasy. Naruto wasn’t really fond of drugs, but he’d tried his fair share before and from experience, he knew that Ecstasy tended to both relax him and make him more sociable, rather than simply make him want to hump everything thing in sight. Though there was no doubt in his mind that both his friends were taking it for the latter reason.

On the count of three, the boys popped the pill back and washed it down with the water bottles Sai had stashed in his side pockets back when they were at the bar.

“Aright, we’ll meet back here in the bathroom no later the 3 a.m. if we get separated." Sai explained. He’d done a lot of clubbing in his day and although the three of them were going to try to stay together, there was a very high probability that they were going to end up losing someone along the line.

“Whatever,” the red-head bellowed before heading to the bathroom door, “let’s just go get fucked.”

Both Sai and Naruto gave a stiff laugh and shook their heads at their friend’s double meaning, before following Gaara back into the noisy club.

…

Sai had been right. It only taken a little over an hour before they’d lost Gaara and then three hours later, Naruto had lost track of Sai. The blonde was okay with it though, because by then he’d practically melted into the atmosphere. Sure the environment was stuffy and smelt like cigarettes, but for the most part Naruto was having a good time. He’d meant a lot of interesting people, danced with just about everyone who asked him. There’d been a couple of girls and a handful of guys had invited him to have a good time with them, but he’d kindly refused. After the way his last relationship ended, he wasn’t looking to start anything serious, and one-nightstands had never been his thing. Rather he was just there to relax and enjoy himself. And he was doing both.

As of the moment, it was a little after two o’clock and Naruto found himself sitting at the bar, nursing a rather strong drink. He didn’t know what the hell was in it, but after the first few sips the burn in the back of throat had died down, and he’d actually started to enjoy it. Just about to head out on the dance floor again, he was shocked when the pink haired girl from the bathroom approached him again.

“Hey.” she smiled, sitting down next to him.

Naruto arched a brow and returned her greeting. “Hey.”

“Look, I want to apologize for earlier. I’m sure that I startled you. I’m sorry.” Reaching out she offered her hand in a friendly gesture. “I’m Sakura by the way.”

“Naruto." the blonde answered, reaching out to shake the extended extremity. “It’s nice to meet you and don’t worry about before, it’s cool.”

Sakura flashed another one of her sexy smiles. She was so proud of how everything was working out despite the complications. After leaving the bathroom, she’d e-mailed the blonde’s picture to Itachi but her boss either didn’t have his cell phone on, or he’d left it in the limo, because he wasn’t answering. Having called the limo directly, she’d only gotten Jūgo, who’d claimed to have dropped Itachi off in town. Knowing that this blonde was a killer deal to earn kiss up points to Itachi –which in turn would earn her time with Sasuke– the pink haired woman had decided to take matters into her own hands. Even if Itachi wasn’t going to show up at the club tonight –or maybe he was already there and she just hadn’t seen him– she was going to get at least a number and maybe an address from this Naruto person, because he was definitely a trump card. Plus, there was the fact that once Itachi had seen the picture that she’d sent him, he’d probably dock her a whole month’s pay if she let the blonde get away.

“So Naruto, what do you do for a living?” It was a cliché line, but she just didn’t want to come out and demand a phone number. No, she had to be discreet in the matter.

“Ah, I’m an artist.”

“Really? That’s neat.” Sakura vaguely recalled that Sasuke liked art and wondered if the blonde was any good. She was definitely going to have to get an address. That way, after Itachi did his vampire thing, she could sneak into his house and maybe swipe some awesome artwork to impress her beloved.

“I guess. I’m in a rough patch right now though. No inspiration.”

The girl frowned. “Are you kidding? There’s like a shit-load of hot people here tonight. I’m sure you could find someone that would model for you.”

Taking another slip of his drink, Naruto turned in his seat to face the crowd, his peripherally vision still allowing him to see the girl. “First off, I favor scenery.” He explained. “Secondly, no one here has the right kind of …" Naruto’s voice drifted for a moment, trying to find the right word, but coming up empty handed. “They’re just wrong… I mean, I can draw them, but I wanna express them. I thought that maybe at first it was just me. But yesterday, I was staring at my canvas and I thought, maybe it’s them.”

“Who?” Sakura asked, slightly confused as to what the man was talking about.

“My muse; what I’m looking at. Like take you for example. You’re a pretty girl, but I don’t feel any inspiration when I look at you. It’s like… maybe it’s too simple. Maybe I need to stop looking at the smaller picture and start looking at the bigger one—draw something impossible.”

The girl snorted. “Do you know how stupid that sounds? If you drew something impossible, then it wouldn’t be impossible.”

Naruto shook his head. “Whatever.” He knew she didn’t get it, that she didn’t understand what he was trying to say. “Look it was nice talking with you Sakura, but I’m going to go try and find my friends.” Without another word he slid off the bar stood and slipped out into the crowd.

“What…wait?” Sakura called, following the blonde out on to the dance floor. She couldn’t let him get away yet, she still needed his number, or at very least, his last name. She didn’t get why he was in such a rush to leave anyway. “I’m sorry if I said something wrong.”

Turing around, blue eyes looked into her green and Naruto frowned. “No it’s not like that.” he explained.

“Oh, well then do you want to dance. I meant what I said before, you know. You really are hot.”

Soft lips curled back into a brilliant smile and the boy gave a stiff chuckle before tipping his head to the side. “I’m not interested in you Sakura. You’re wasting your time.” With that he turned around and walked away, leaving a very shocked girl to watch him recede into the swaying crowd.

…

It was a little past three as Naruto sat on the floor; slumped up against the slightly dirt bathroom wall, waiting for his other two friends to show up. He distinctively recalled that Sai had said, ‘no later than three.’ But he also figured that by now both of his friends were too wasted to know what time it was. Naruto was okay with that though. Not much that he could do anyway. There were still way too many people out on the dance floor to go out and look for them, and since the bathrooms were sound proof, it wasn’t like the noise was disturbing him.

Closing his blue eyes, the blonde let the exhausted feeling that was lingering over his body slowly fade way as he drifted off to sleep. Maybe a minute had passed, possibly even an hour, but before Naruto knew it he was being rudely awakened as the bathroom door slammed shut. Expecting to see one of his friends, he opened his eyes, but was greeted with a sight that seemed too surreal to be true.

Before him was a figure that looked to be the embodiment of death. Pale skin that was stroked back flawlessly –too pale and too perfect to belong to anything human– was presented on the tall, handsome figure that was standing only a few feet away. Long black threads that reminded Naruto of a raven’s feathers or maybe the endless abyss of night, hung in strands that flowed over broad shoulders and ended near the man’s waist. The figure was dressed in a Hellraiser cut vest, and black leather pants that were so tight that they made Naruto’s look loose. Boots fitted the man’s feet and a silver cross was visibly draped around his pale neck.

Naruto swallowed hard and tried to stand up, but found that every muscle in his body felt like jello and every nerve was fried. He was trapped there; sitting against the wall, watching as the figure with the long dark hair swayed slightly, the man face bent downward, hiding his eyes.

“Are—“he began. But the second that he spoke, the man lifted his head. Pools of red –eyes the color of blood– melted into blue and time simply seemed to stop…

Despite the fear that was coursing through his veins, Naruto’s mind could only focus on one thing: that this was it; that this was the inspiration that he wanted to express. Eyes that had no soul—no life, and yet Naruto was sure that he could paint a portrait that would reflect those traits. He was positive that he could find life in something that seemed so dead. And then, just as that realization struck him, he watched the man before him collapse to floor.

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