Silver Lilly

By: rose-thorns-and-white-lilies

Disclaimer: I only own the plot line of this story and my original characters.

Chapter One

The sunlight flooded into the room. And, a woman who appeared to be around the age of 20 pulled the covers up higher. Only her jet black hair and the tips of her pale fingers were visible.

The man who had let the evil light into the room spoke, "Katana it is time to awaken." The woman emitted a nose that a lot like a, "Five more minutes Itachi-kun." Itachi shook is head; his black hair shook with it. His dark eyes studied the sleeping woman. "Katana this is childish, it is time to wake up."

Katana huffed and threw the covers off revealing cat like features complemented by deep purple eyes. "Itachi, if you plan to keep me up all night, you'd best let me sleep in," she snarled. "Katana, ninja must be able to work long days with little sleep."

"O don't give me that crap, you high horsed jerk! If you intended to fool around all night you'd best let me sleep in, because it's your fault I only got 30 minutes of sleep." "I got 15 minutes, but I am still prepared to work," he fired back it her, his face still emotionless. "You had a six hour nap earlier in the day I didn't. And, secondly you did not only have 15 minutes of sleep. You were asleep right before I was."

"I was meditating," he said flatly.

"You meditated after….," he cut her off before she could finish her sentence.

"No."

"You just said you did."

"I lied."

"Then what were you doing for 15 minutes, hmmm?"

"That is none of your business, now get dressed."

"It is dam well my business! What were you doing Itachi," her voice was cracking and her eyes were welling up with tears.

Her tears cut him like a knife. "Dam her for this, she is making me soft." She stood attempting to get a better look into his eyes. "Answer me Itachi," her words were firm and demanding. "I was merely watching over you," he said defiantly.

His words nearly knocked her off her feet. Her eyes softened, that was his way of saying he thought she was beautiful and that he loved her. "Well okay then," she tip toed and kissed his forehead, "I'll be getting dressed."

Itachi sat down on her bed, his eyes following her every movement. When she was finished he smiled. It was her smile. "Itachi, you're smiling again you know." "Yes I know."

Katana walked over to him and crawled into his lap, "How come you're a different person when you're with me?"

"Because, I don't want you to fear me," he said kissing her jaw line.

"But I'd never be afraid of you."

"Katana, I'm 24 and I've killed entire villages, I've slaughter my entire clan, you're a fool not too my love," he whispered into her neck.

"I know what you've done, but I've done horrible things too, I've seen horrible things," she said, "besides you didn't have any other choice when it came to killing your clan." She pulled his head to her. He planted a kiss on her collar bone before muttering, "You know not what you speak of my love."

"I do Itachi; I know you killed your clan because you were chosen to by your clan to commit the deed. I know you did it to force your brother to train harder. I know your brother was marked for death, because of his tied to one the guardians of balance. I know your clan elected death to force the protection of the Hokage on him. I know what happened my love."

He pushed her away, "How do you know this?" "I am a guardian Itachi, and you are just like your brother marked to love one of us." He stopped breathing. "You mean, you are telling me that I am the protector of your heart?" "Yes," she said smiling.

He coughed and stared at her, "I was chosen to slaughter my clan so I too could find a guardian and love her."

"I know it is a horrible thing, but you must understand we never wished your clan dead," her eyes flew to the floor.

He stood forcing her off of his lap, "It is a horrible thing," his voice was iced over. Katana turned and fled. She had never once felt this much pain, not when she watched her mother die. Not even when she watched her baby sisters handed off. No she had never felt this much pain.

She got as far as the door of the secondary room, before he caught her. She didn't struggle, she didn't look up. She just stood there limp in his arms, head bowed in shame. "You ran from me." This made her head snap up. "What?" "You ran from me," he repeated. "O yes." "Why," his voice sounded sad to her. "I don't know instinct told me to flee." "I work so hard for you not to fear me Katana," he pulled her closer, "don't fear me. Please don't fear me." She nodded numbly. "Good, now perhaps we should return to bed?"

"I thought we had things to do, seeing as how you woke me up."

"We did…"

"Well then shouldn't we do them?"

"We should but we're not."

"Why not?"

"Because I am not in the mood."

"O and what if I am?"

He lifted an eyebrow, "Are you?" "No not really but I figured I should ask." "Well then, shall we get some more sleep?" "Mmmm sleep," she moaned. "Is that a yes?" "Yes." He nods and heads toward the room. "Hey Itachi carry me." "What?" "Carry me." "Katana you are perfectly able to walk yourself." "But Itachi I twisted my ankle."

"When did you twist your ankle," he questioned brows raised. "When you caught me." "Are you saying it's my fault?" "Depends, if I said yes would you carry me?" He scoffed at her and lifted her to his chest. "Thank you Itachi," she said grinning up at him. He grunted. "That's Itachi for your welcome. Isn't it," she asked. "Yes."

He dropped her down on the bed. "OWW! Itachi that was crude." Still glaring at him Katana bit back the urge to slap him. A second ago he was sweet and loving now he was a jerk.

Noting her distain toward him he asked, "What's wrong?" He waited for her reply has he slide off her shoes, cloak, weapons pouch, and her sword. "Nothing," she sighed. "Something must be wrong, or you would not me angry with me," he said while lifting her into his lap. "It's nothing," she muttered into the junction between his chin and neck. He pulled back the blanket and moved to place her down on bed once more. "I didn't mean to drop you so roughly if that's what you upset about." He pulled the covers up to her shoulders and kissed her forehead. "No it's ok," she mumbled as the effects of sleep washed over her. "Good, I have certain matters to attend to, I shall return later." "Mkay." He kissed her forehead once more and left the room.

Four hours later

Katana awoke with a smile. She smiled and looked around for Itachi. Only to realize he wasn't there. "Itachi," she called out. Her only response was silence. She stood and gathered her cloak around her.

She opened the door searching for Itachi. Part of her was saying he was still out on his errands. The other part was saying something was horribly wrong. Her front door opened and she spun around ready to take on the unknown attacker.

"Are you going to attack me as well?"

"ITACHI!"

He was covered in blood, his cloak was torn, and he had bruises on his eye and cheek bone. She ran to him, her eyes wide. "Who did this to you?" "Leader." "Why would he do this?" "Because of you." "What….," her lips trembled. "He found out what you are and he wished to kill you, I killed him first," he didn't look at her. "YOU IDIOT! Why would you do such a stupid thing? Have you lost your mind? The whole organization will be after you now," she yelled. "Would you rather they hunt you?" "Yes actually," she snapped, "argh just lay down on the couch so I can clean your wounds."

He shot a steely glare at her. "Itachi lay down, NOW!" He didn't budge. "Itachi for god's sake let me clean your wounds!"

"Don't you ever say that again," he said harshly.

"Then don't go off fighting people!"

"That's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean."

"Don't ever say you'd rather you be hunted."

Her eyes softened, "I've been hunted since birth, now please let me help you."

He laid down on the couch and allowed her to remove everything, save his boxers. She cleaned, stitched, and bandaged his open wounds. Rubbing balm on his bruises she said, "I'm sorry." "For what?" "For all the pain you suffered for me." "Hn, foolish girl, I'd do this over and over again." "I wish you wouldn't." "I wish for you to be unharmed, but you are." "I am not!" "You're ankle." "O well, that doesn't count." "He would have killed you if you fought him on that ankle." She closed the balm jar and looked him in the eye, "You don't know what I can do." "Katana I know you are a strong fighter, but you are injured." "I am also a Dragiran princess. I am also a guardian of balance. I could have destroyed him with a snap of my fingers. You underestimate me my love."

She held his face in her hands and turned him toward her, "I could have defended myself and you wouldn't be in pain." She kissed his forehead, nose, and then lips. "Don't you ever worry me like that again." She kissed his lips once more. His hands entangled themselves in her hair, he pulled her closer. His tongue begged for entrance, she allowed. Their tongues danced around before she broke for air. "I love you," she breathed. He smiled and nodded, his eyes saying I love you too. "Rest up my love, tomorrow we must leave to Konoha." "They will kill me upon entrance," he said. "Not if you are with me, my sister and aunt will give us safe passage to the Hokage where we will tell them everything about your clan's murder." "Will they believe us?" "You village is riddled with Guards of balance." He nodded unsure, "they may kill you for protecting me." "My sister will never allow it. Now sleep." "But how can I sleep alone?" Katana sighed and curled up next to him. "Will you rest now?" He buried his face in the crook of her neck and spooned her, "Yes."