**Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or the quote below. I just own Sintary ^^

"'I'd said it before and meant it: Alive or undead, the love of my life was a badass."

- Rose Hathaway; Richelle Mead, Blood Promise

'Those words couldn't be truer, except my lover isn't undead,' a prideful smirk played on the kunoichi's lips as she watched her man gracefully backflip over his enemies as he launched a spiral of kunai at the ninja, knocking them all down.

She bit her lip behind her mask before she was met with her own group of ninja.

"Maybe you should stop paying attention to your boyfriend," She heard a voice from behind her. "You wouldn't currently be dead."

The kunoichi slowly tilted her head to the side, not moving an inch. "Who says I can't do both?" She asked calmly.

"Because you can't see the attacks before they come." He said placing a kunai at her neck.

"If you hadn't talked so much, you wouldn't be dead." The kunoichi said coldly.

Before the man could reply, he felt his heart pulsing within him once and that was it. He fell to the ground with a silent scream. The kunoichi slowly turned around and stepped passed him without much of a glance.

"You're gonna regret that, you bitch," hissed one of his comrades as they all circled her.

She sighed boredly, placing a hand on her hip. "I just killed your comrade without looking at him. You really want to take me on?" She asked

"You can't take down 7 shinobi all on your own." He said just sounding pissed as he drew his sword.

The kunoichi raised her hand slightly, and one by one the circle began to fall. The ninja who had spoken to her looked around, panic filling his eyes as his jaw clenched and he swallowed.

"Who the fuck are you?" He barked trying to appear angry.

"Well, since you're gonna die, I guess I'll tell you." She said coyly. "My name's Sintary." She said

The shinobi gripped his katana. "You're going to be the one dead Sintary!" He yelled and charged forward.

The shinobi didn't make it far; and his katana ended up in his own chest. He looked up at the masked ninja in front of him. It wasn't the female—Sintary—she was behind this nin. It had been her partner who had just appeared in front of her and in a flash, the katana was in the enemy's chest. He gurgled up blood and coughed before falling to the ground. The specks of blood landing on the simple mask of the killer.

"I had him," the female, Sintary said annoyed.

"You were taking too long," her partner replied drying looking back at her.

"We are two days ahead of schedule, captain," she said crossing her arms. "I had some time to dwell in the fight. These ninja were nothing anyway." She sighed.

"If you hadn't killed the strong one so quickly you might have had an enjoyable battle –if you can even have one," he replied distastefully.

"He was breathing down my neck. I needed to get rid of him." Sintary replied to her captain.

He scanned the area, searching for anymore. "We're in the clear. Let's head out. The building shouldn't be much farther now."

His partner nodded and followed his lead into the trees.

The two-man team arrived at their destination at dusk that day. They were tracking down a wealthy man who had been making side money selling village's secrets. Their mission was to take him down in as close to a natural way as possible. The only ones who could get that close to the guards and whores. The guards had been groomed and hand-picked by the man himself. They were also all ninja, so they would notice if someone took their comrade's place. That left the concubines.

"I hate these missions," Sintary mumbled as they stopped by a large river.

"Every kunoichi loathes these missions," her teammate said looking her over.

"Shut up." Sintary said slipping off her mask to reveal her icy blue eyes and creamy pale face that seemed to glow in the remaining rays of the sun. "Where's the scroll that has all my stuff?" She asked

Her partner pulled out the scroll from his back pocket and gave it to his partner. She performed the necessary hand signs before pulling out the kimono she had been given. Sintary began stripping off her ANBU gear, and then shredded her long, black ANBU under armor. She slid on the bright pink and green kimono before lifting up at hair.

Sintary looked back at her partner who had his arms crossed his chest and was leaning up against the tree with one leg bent resting on the tree. "Can you tie my obi?" She asked. "I know you know how to tie one." She said when he tilted his mask forward – she knew from his body language what kind of look he was giving her as he pushed off the tree and walked over to her. "Your family's too proper for you not to learn how to tie these. Your younger brother, on the other hand, may just get away without learning until he's like 20."

"My little brother will get away with just about anything," her partner said as he finished tying her obi.

Sintary turned around, releasing her hair as she bent down to grab some makeup and a mirror. "Hold the mirror please," she said as she started applying some makeup to enhance her natural features. After applying the eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow, and blush, Sintary looked at herself in the mirror. "I look ridiculous." Sintary muttered shaking her head.

Her partner gently lifted her chin up to meet where his eyes would be under the mask. "You look beautiful," he told her softly.

Sintary felt her cold exterior shake loose hearing him say that. "Lift up your mask, please, I want your face to be the last I see, and your touch being the last I feel…" She started rambling as she felt her anxiety and insecurity rising.

"Sintary," he said with a bit of sharpness in his gentle voice. "Calm down. You will be able to do this mission, and you will come back fine." He said her firmly.

"Please, your mask," Sintary begged knowing she was being weak, but it always calmed her down to see the confidence in his eyes.

She heard him sigh quietly, but he obliged. He slowly slipped up his simple ANBU mask. Sintary watched little by little as his tanned face slowly appeared. His strong jaw, soft lips… and then his long lashes that surrounded his glorious eyes. His bloodline active announcing his heritage and clan. Red eyes that struck many down with just a look. God, she loved those red eyes; but she also loved his dark, charcoal eyes.

There, before her stood Konoha's prodigy child. Captain of the ANBU at only a young age of 13.

Itachi Uchiha.

Sintary wouldn't have it any other way. Itachi and her had been best friends, always competing to best each other. It was only natural that they drifted closer and became more personal.

Sintary tilted her head up slightly and gently kissed his soft lips. "I'll be back by morning…" she whispered against his lips before disappearing, only leaving a bunch of small leaves where she stood.

Hi everyone! I'm back! I just finished this idea in an RP and thought it would make a great short story. I hope you guys enjoy it!