I am in the process of moving and since I write old school with pen and paper... well I packed all my writing away. So going threw writers withdrawal I came up with this. Hope you like it.

SIDEBAR: This is my first submitted story EVER, so please be kind.

Chapter 1: The Cold and Hard Truth

"I am so very sorry Kakashi-sensei."

"So you've said." The elite hummed in his usual bored tone. What was not usual was the subtle tension in his body as he read his usual book.

"I really didn't mean to -"

"Iruka sensei, don't" The Icha Icha novel closed with a snap. "It only makes things worse."

Kakashi had no reason to except Iruka's apology, no matter how heart felt. He had "killed" him. Nodding sadly, Iruka wandered over to the hospital window of their adjoining room. He suddenly felt homesick staring down at his home. Despite the fact that he was still in Konoha, he felt removed, alienated. And he had managed to subjected one of the most powerful ninja in Konoha to join in this misery with him. He felt sick again but from something else entirely.

He could feel Kakashi watching him, analyzing his movements. Dissecting his every motion via that brilliant brain of his.

"Mah Sensei, look I -" Weather the Copy ninja was about to apologize or not, Iruka would never know because it was at that moment the Hokage briskly entered, Shizune on her heels.

"Well brat you really managed to step in it this time." She growled. "And you! Back in bed. Its hard enough keeping him bed ridden I don't need that shit from you too."

Iruka didn't need to be told twice, he scurried over to his bed with as much professionalism as any scurrying chuunin could manage.

Pulling his bed sheets around him Iruka looked up in horror to see all three ninja smiling at his nervousness. His trade mark blush colored his face as quick as striking a match. Through the heat of his burning embarrassment he shyly returned their smiles.

Deciding to be merciful, Lady Tsunade went straight to business. "Well we've managed to make some progress in understanding the jutsu you were hit with Sensei. It appears to be a odd version of an old bloodline limit thought to be extinct." The Sannin folded her arms across her impressive chest. "One of the more bizarre facets of this kekkei genkai is its actually contagious. Which is what happened to you." She said turning to Kakashi. "It works by killing the host and making subtle changes in the body in order to function exclusively by the bloodline limit. Which requires-"

"Blood." Kakashi finished for her.

Tsunade nodded in silent confirmation. "From now on you will both require the ingestion of blood in order to continue to maintain health. We have made arrangements to have the hospital blood bank set aside a small daily supply for you, anonymously of course. At least until we figure out more about how this thing works." She mumbled the last bit more to herself knowing full well everyone in the room could hear her.

"How long will we remain quarantined?" Kakashi asked and Iruka, who had begun to wilt under the weight of the revelation, perked up.

"Well from everything we have gathered the jutsu is spread threw being bitten by someone infected. And as long as you are kept fed." unconsciously she turned to Iruka. "You wont have the desire to bite someone."

To his credit the young chuunin did such a good job hiding his guilt only two of the three caught on. But all three clearly observed his awkward trepidation when he asked...

"Will I be able to teach again?"

When Tsunade spoke, her ruff feminine voice was gentle, ominous, truthful. "I have no idea Iruka-kun."

He couldn't help but pick up on the fact that for once he was called by his name not his title. For some reason this realization stung far deeper than actually being told his position was uncertain had.

Well what do you think about chapter one? I have never even attempted to write a vampire flick before. but I have read some and came to the conclusion that being a vampire could be explained as a literal kekkei genkai.