A/N: I'm doing 100 quick drabbles for ItaNatsu, and I don't believe any will be connected. They're just random little stories based on prompts.
This is a modern day AU setting, as I think most of them will be. I still have to learn Naruto, even though brainstorming with my best friend has helped immensely.
Also, these will be done depending on what prompt I feel like writing, so no orderly-ness here!
Prompt: Cold.
It's obvious winter is beginning his descent on earth, as the winds become colder and fine trickle of snow begins to litter the grounds. Natsuko grumbles to herself; she hates this godforsaken season, mostly due to the fact she has a terrible tolerance anything cold.
She lounges on the couch and watches a soap opera simply to pass the time. Itachi told her, about a week ago, he would be gone for a while. How long is a while?, she had asked. In response, he simply gave her a small smile and said, I'll be back as soon as I can.
Natsuko's been a bit lonely since the man left, if she's being a hundred percent honest with herself. They were together through every waking moment since they were both children, and to have such a core part of yourself ripped away... it was heartbreaking, almost.
The young woman knows her love will return to her. That's the main thing supporting her through these times when she curls in what feels like thousands of blankets to find some shred of perceived warmth. She also embraces the pillows Itachi used, breathing in his scent and trying her best to fight away the tears.
It's only a while, she thinks. A while isn't forever.
-v-
She's sleeping when she hears something. Rubbing her eyes, Natsuko fumbles around for a flashlight or something to give off a light source. However, instead of reaching something cold, her fingers touch warm skin.
"Eek!" she screeches, jolting away from whatever she touched. She feels herself falling off the bed, but not before a strong arm grips and holds her where she is.
"Silly girl," a familiar voice chides; so familiar Natsuko almost bursts out sobbing when she realizes who it belongs to. She lunges herself at her lover, uncaring she's wearing a thin shirt and underwear. (They've had sex, after all, so it's nothing Itachi wouldn't have seen before.)
He chuckles, deep in his throat, and grasps her tight in his hold, bestowing a kiss upon her lemon-green hair. "I'm home, Natsu."