I know I really shouldn't be starting another story, but I just couldn't help it! My pen was begging me to let this one out, and during my Sociology class no less! I had to comply lest it kill me. :3

Anyways, I don't own Naruto, just this idea. Enjoy!

R&R!

They used to ask me about that photograph sitting in its gilded frame on my desk. It seemed that practically every client of mines would sit across from me, and when their eyes fell on the photo, they would remark at her beauty, their voices softened in awe. Certainty she must be some form of an etheral being; an angel perhaps? I would smile bitterly at that. If only they knew that behind her mask of beauty a demon lay.

I stare at the photograph, ignoring the half packed boxes lying around my office. It was the first shot I had ever taken of her. I sink dejectedly into my well-worn leather chair. I remember that day clearly. As if it had happened yesterday in fact.

It was cold outside; the cruel lady wind had taken to plucking at the blushing leaves around her as a form of amusement. The now browning leaves had fallen through her fingers to the ground, leaving their once beloved trees stretched naked to the public eye. This humiliation is a season with a beautiful name; Autumn.

I had been walking rather aimlessly through the park, snapping pictures here and there. Camera to my eye, I turned a slow 180 and stopped dead in my tracks. There in my camera's lens, I swore I saw an angel. For what else could she be?

The woman was graceful, delicate even with her flowing knee length blonde hair and fragile bone structure. I found it a bit odd that she seemed to be yelling up at the great Oak that she stood before. I chuckled to myself, realizing that she was yelling up at little boy who had climbed up in its branches.

The child jumped down, running with a sweet giggle towards the woman. "C'mon, Jun, let's go find Akane." She told him, as she made her way towards the playground. I watched her smile as he ran ahead of her.

I let my eyes follow the pair as they met up with another child. This one looked to be a bit younger than the boy. I could only assume that she was their mother. The girl-child began to cry, rubbing at her eyes. "Ne, Akane, lovely, what's wrong?" the woman asked, kneeling before her. Her smile was bright. "Something's in your eye?" the girl nodded, sniveling. I giggled.

That the children were twins, or close to it, was glaringly obvious even from even the distance that I stood observing; I noted that they shared the same bone structure and pale blonde hair. I was still too far away to see their eyes, but even I could tell that the three were extremely beautiful.

As the woman crouched in front of her children, laughing, I smiled, as they ran into her arms nearly knocking her backwards. I snapped the picture then. I giggled at their antics, and in an instant, stopped breathing as her smile slipped. Quickly she gathered her children and walked towards a dark SUV that sat idling near the park's entrance. A man stood waiting; he grabbed her arm roughly, pushing her into the car before climbing in himself.

I hated the fearful look that befell her face.

I shook my head, bringing myself out of the past. I glanced at the picture again, smiling bitterly. The joy was evident in their faces then. I was glad that someone could be so happy even if only for a moment, and some part of me was jealous, then angry because of the fear that blackened her.

Instead of intervening as I should have, I had turned and let it go. I would never see this woman again, I reasoned, but something kept nagging at me. I could only assume it was guilt, It wasn't till two months later that I walked into my office to find her waiting for me. I had gotten a second chance. This time I vowed to help her.