Broken Skies, Silent Lullabies
The wind rushed through the lush meadows, creating a soft whispering call, and finding its way to the dark haired girl. Her eyes opened, and her deep chocolate brown pupils reflecting the cloudy sky. Glancing towards the direction of the wind, she stood from her lying position and gave a light smile.
Yuki was just your average girl. Slightly on the short side, just barely making five foot, and passing the chunin exams at the age of sixteen. She preferred a simple lifestyle, enjoyed D-ranked mission like pulling weeds, and happy to give the role of leader to somebody more… fitting.
Perhaps that's what attracted her to him. The child prodigy, the boy who was ANBU captain at the age of thirteen. Almost two years older than herself, Itachi Uchiha was always there, always ready. Ever since Academy days, he was always pleasing, always surpassing expectations. Yuki adored him. She idolized him. And then, she feel in love with him.
How? When? Why? Questions that no one would ever have the answers to, as is common with questions concerning love. True love. Yuki knew she crushed on Itachi. Itachi knew she crushed on him. All the girls crushed on him. But when was it truly that love become a role in their lives? After many encounters as peer tutor and student, talks about the weather, their casual friendship became a more, soon blossoming into dates to festivals and nights under starry skies. Who cares how? Now, it was just Yuki and Itachi watching at each other in the camouflage of the tall grass.
Yuki returned from the confines of her hazy memories and her smile grew bigger. Itachi was here. He came back just as he promised. More than half a decade she waiting, heart beating faster at the various signs of his presence throughout the years, and now, there he was, face to face. There to take her with him.
The boy who held the adoration of many was now a man whom many feared. But he hadn't changed at all. His casual shirt and pants were replaced with a black, black cape with deep red clouds seeming to float in the blackness, but he hadn't changed. Not really. Not even when people told her what they insisted was they truth, that Itachi was a murderer and a traitor. No matter how true it seemed, Itachi was always the boy who she sat with under the sky, the starry nights, and the cloudy days. The sun breaking apart the sky, separating it to two different puffs of water, drying them up into almost nonexistence. And the clouds joining together against all odds, surviving until the sun set and they could be together again, be whole again, until the sun rose, breaking the line between twilight and dawn.
And all that would be left in the field that coming dawn would be nothing but the gentle wind breezing through the grass, whistling the tune of two lovers who made it against all odds.