I think this is going to be a long story...if i'll find out that it takes too much of my time i'm going to shorten it, but i promise to make the ending.

Naruto characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto ( but you'll find others too...my OCC )

Poems are not mine - if i use them i will write them in poets native language and in my translation into English ( it's a hard thing to do, so please be indulgent - same goes for the language as English is not my native language ) and with the poets name.

"Krasná si, bistra hci planin,

Brdka v prirodni si lepôti,

Ko ti prozornih globocin

Nevihte témne srd ne moti,

Krasná si, hci planin!"

"You're splendour, daughter of highlands,

In nature beauty you're fair,

When lucid depth of yours

Is not disturbed by dark storm's wrath,

You're splendour, daughter of highlands!"

( Simon Gregorcic – Slovenian poet in his poem Soci )

It was a perfect late spring day in an idyllic village somewhere in the Alps. The truth was that this village has no longer been just a village but some sort of mondén resort for rich people and aristocrats from all over Europe.

On this particular day there has been a lot of that kind of people. At least he thought so.

Handsome young man took his sit in a café. He removed his hat and ordered macchiato. He liked Italian coffee. After first drink he slightly smiled. It tasted like heaven. With his eyes closed he light up a cigarette. Deep breathe in. The first smoke is the best one.

"He is a new around here, right?" a woman sitting next to his table said to her daughter. "We should definitely find out who he is and invite him to our party next weekend" daughter replied.

"Indeed, he looks wealthy" the elder said in a lowered tone. "And handsome too. Not to mention that he quite resembles certain someone. Don't you agree, my dear?"

Her daughter nodded and smiled in replay.

His newest dark suit was in latest fashion. Same went for his hat and cigarette box. The way he took his pose and the way he nodded in replies reviled a man of aristocratic class.

And indeed was he young and handsome. His raven black hair was a nice contrast to his skin, white and flawless. He was quite tall and nicely shaped

But describing only his appearance would do him injustice, so let's take a look in his past and personality.

He was born on a cold winter day in the year of 1896 to an old noble family. He was spoiled by everyone in his family till the age of 12 when his grandmother decided that he is old enough to become a man. He was sent on an endless journey trough Europe with his teacher.

First year they spent studying in Greece. He became familiar with old architecture and language. He knew all famous philosophers, studied their works and knew them by heart. In the afternoons he usually draw in Delphi or Acropolis. His teacher often took him to the theatre.

As the year went by they decided to move to Italy. Days were similar to those in Greece only that the "Ancient Greece" was replaced with "Ancient Rome".

After a year and a half he became all obsessed with Duke Valentino ( Caesare Borgia ) and he forced his teacher to take him on a trip throughout all parts of Italy that duke Valentino ever visited and passed.

After that he was all passionate about Alexander the Great and wanted to go to India. His teacher thought that it was to dangerous but a grandmother's letter came and she allowed them to go.

Years went by and his passion for Alexander was replaced by Charles the Great so they moved to France. Then came Alaric and they traveled throughout Germany and Scandinavia.

Somewhere in between he grew up. He was almost a man and he was allowed to go to the balls and house parties. He soon became the most wanted bachelor. Surely he didn't miss any of these events.

At one of the balls, which were held in the court of the Romanovs in Russia, he met his first love. That happened 2 years ago, one day after his 16th birthday.

That night he danced with every girl. Except one. She sat in the corner and was quiet almost all night. Late that night he approached her and asked her to dance with him.

He spent the next 6 months with her and only with her. He especially cherished the nights that were all theirs, when they were alone and were giving each other everything.

He thought he found himself a life – mate but after sweet 6 months his teacher decided that it was a time to go. At first he was very upset and Ekaterina cried a lot. But in the end they just shook hands and made a promise never to forget what they had.

He forgot it soon in the next town when he met another girl. As time passed by so did his lovers. He thought he loved everyone of them, of course.

Around his 18th birthday a letter came. That he should return the letter "said" and some other news he already forgot.

Anyhow, he decided that he wants to explore a little bit more and sent his teacher home alone.

So for the past few months he was traveling alone. He never stayed at the same town or village more than 2 weeks.

He was on his way from Rome to Vienna when the Alps and little villages caught his attention. He decided to stay for a while. Away from noisy towns, away from everything, just to relax and truly have some rest.

On this sunny day he sat in a café enjoying his macchiato and watching people went by.

At one moment people around him started to whisper, a lot. At first he didn't know what caught everyone's attention, but after a brief moment the object of whispering went by his table. Young couple. His eyes focused on the tinny girl in pretty peach – coloured dress. "Must be the latest fashion from Paris", he thought. "I've never seen a girl with pink hair in my life. Tinny girl, but nicely shaped. Her long hair. Her long pink hair. And those eyes. I won't ever forget those two emeralds...her pure white skin...she must be, no, she is something special"...

He would have dreamt about the girl for the next decade or so but his manners forced him to at least look at the direction of her partner and nod him. He looked at the man and the cup fell from his hands. Dark man turned around...

"Itachi..."

"Hn...on your way back home, Sasuke?" Itachi slowly answered.

"Itachi...how...what?"

"Stop babbling and close your mouth. You look stupid." voice low and somehow tender.

"Now, Sakura, don't look away. Let me introduce you to my younger brother who didn't bother to show at our wedding. This is Sasuke...and, Sasuke; this is Sakura, my wife."

Sasuke's mind stopped for a second. The word "wife" slowly crawled trough his brains reminding him of the grandmother's letter. Yes, indeed, there was a line or two about his older brother getting married and that he at least should come home for the wedding. In his mind he slapped himself hard for forgetting that sort of information. Even without the letter he should know that Itachi would marry any time soon. It was his responsibility as the eldest son, heir of almost the entire estate and property of the Uchiha family.

He gently pressed his lips on the offered hand. He just might've kissed it for too long as one of famous Itachi's "hn's" escaped from his brother's mouth. He removed his lips and took a breath. God, her hand was so soft and she smelled like cherry blossom.

"Shall we proceed?" Itachi's voice was somehow distant for him.

"Sasuke?"

"I beg pardon. Of course. I'm just so surprised to see you here of all places."

"I needed a rest. Here is a perfect place. We rented a villa near lake. Come. We shall talk at home."

"You two seems to be quite popular here..."

"Hn..."

"I mean...people were..."

"People talk too much. And since when do you give that triviality such an importance, Sasuke dear?"

"I just meant...well, never mind. How long have you been here?"

"Three weeks."

"And how much longer will you stay?"

"Where do you stay, Sasuke?"

"At the hotel. And you didn't answer my question."

"Hn..."

"Stop that."

"Hn...would you like to stay with us?"

"Well, I don't..."

"Then it's decided. I shall send someone to get your luggage."

"Ehm..."

"I always hated hotels. Why were you there?"

"I was..."

"Ah, forget it. We shall have our lunch soon. So please excuse. Sakura will join you soon. I'll be back till lunch so don't worry about me."

"Fine. I'll just wait here."

"Maid will bring you something to drink."

"Eh...Itachi. I'm glad that we finally met again. And thank you."

"Hn..."

His heart stopped as he watched her coming towards him. She was wearing light blue dress and her hair was falling on her back. She lightly tided them with a blue ribbon. Hair style casual for home but still decent enough for having a guest.

He felt relief when she spoke first.

"So you are My Lord's younger brother?"

"My Lord?"

Slight smile escaped her mouth. "That kind of habit stays for long, I'm afraid. At least it suits him just fine, don't you think?"

"Hn..."

She giggled again. "You even sound like him."

"So what brings you here,..., can I call you Sasuke?"

"Yes, Sasuke is just fine. I wanted to enjoy peace and quiet...I guess I was wrong. What do you think? Is there any place on Earth where we could enjoy perfect peace without people nagging, whispering and so on? I thought so long ago. But in all my life I couldn't find a place like that...and believe me I saw many. Then this little villages came out from nowhere and I thought I found it at last...I guess I was wrong again..."

"I believe there is. You just haven't found it yet. Anyhow it's lovely here and if you want some peace, My Lord should take you to the lake...although there are some, how do we say, promenaders...and on the other side of the mountains is a lovely valley...I believe it's called Soca valley...and this river, called Soca, is the most beautiful river on Earth, I dare say...it's difficult to describe her colour...hmmmm, green – blue, well, really astonishing, can't tell with simple words that our language knows..."

"Try in a different one, then."

"Ah, I think people from here would say "turkizna" which is referring to "turkiz" or "smaragd"...so we should say it has the colour of emerald...yes, that should be it."

"Hn...the same colour as your eyes, then..."

"Excuse me, did you say something?"

"No, nothing."

"..."

"Your tea, milord, milady."

"Thank you, Ivanka"

"This girl is from here, is it not?"

"Yes, I found her here. She is very nice and very reliable. I like her a lot."

"Hn,..."

"You know, her name would be translated as Johanna, Jeanne, Jane, Giovanna and so forth...it's a lovely name, don't you think?"

"Hn,...if I recall correctly it comes from the Hebrew word meaning "Yahweh is gracious"."

"Yes, I believe so..."

"..."

She took a tinny sip from her cup. He just watched in amaze. She really was beautiful.

"Sasuke?"

"Hn?"

"I believe lunch will be served soon. I know my husband said that he will be home by the time it's going to be served but I know him. I think we will just have to keep company to each other. I hope you don't mind dining with me?"

"Hn,...not at all."

"Shall we?"

He took her hand and put it on his elbow as they walked to the dining room.