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Prologue

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I was only sixteen when I left my village… Things have not been the same since then. Though, everything is great now… But now, I recall the one person that started this whole situation and got me to where I am today, Sakura Haruno.

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It was a cold fall evening; I was at the training ground. Pounding out my anger from the man that gave me a gift that I could not even refuse… Though, there was my side and his side of the bargain.

"I will give you a mutated version of a Kekkei Genkai, if you allow me to place the Curse Mark on you. What do you say?" I could faintly remember him offer, those exotic golden eyes of his searching my soul for an answer.

I nodded my head in reply, "Fine… But you have to stay away from the guys."

"Fair enough," He hissed, and then everything went black for me.

"Sayuri," A familiar voice shouted from a distance I glanced over my shoulder to see a pink haired Kunoichi wielding emerald eyes racing towards me. A smiled plastered on her complexion, though her eyes soon descended to the Curse Mark on my bare neck.

"That again," She asked in a worried tone, everyone knew by now that my rage sparks whenever the blasted thing activates.

I took in a deep breath before answering. "No," I responded simply. "My mom will not cease hounding me about getting a boyfriend." I added, sitting on the log that laid on the grassy landscape.

Sakura came beside me and sat down. "Do you want a boyfriend?"

I was surprised at her offer to assist me. "Kind of…" I trailed off, not really thinking on how to finish the sentence.

She then began to add things to the subject. "Someone you can relate to, a soul mate, who would be able to accept you for you, and not what you possess. Someone like that,"

My snowy sapphire orbs fell to the ground, I smiled faintly. "Yeah, someone that is like that."

"So…" She began.

"What," I retorted, a little annoyed.

"So what… Take a stroll through the village and think about it. Okay,"

I smiled, before straightening up and pulling Sakura into an embrace. "Thanks Sakura,"

She smiled, returning the embrace. "Anytime,"

I stood up and walked away, heading to the village gate. When I took one step out of the village… I knew I would never come back.

"I'm sorry everyone, and thank you."

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"Get up, bitch!" The Jashin praiser screamed, yanking the covers off of my resting place and forcing me to wake up. I rubbed my tired eyes open and stared up at Hidan from my position on the cave floor.

I glared at him. "Really Hidan," I screeched, my eyes meeting with his own lavender ones. He smirked.

"Pein told me to get your fucking lazy ass out of bed!"

"… Thanks," I managed to force out.

Hidan breathed, "So, eighteen now, huh?"

"Yeah," I replied, getting to my feet and standing beside him.

"Been two years since you left the Leaf Village,"

"…Yep, and two years since Sharingan Eyes and I started dating,"

Hidan made a gagging sound. "I didn't need to FUCKING know that!"

I smiled, feeling victorious, though the sensation faded. "Sorry Hidan."

"Nah, its fine, come on… Deidara wanted to show you something."

I smiled; Deidara always knew how to make me ecstatic! "Yay," I cheered.

As Hidan and I stalked through the hallway, Tobi ran by trying to catch a clay butterfly. The only reason why I knew it was a clay butterfly… Is because it blew up in Tobi's masked face! I laughed.

"Deidara-Sempai," Tobi sobbed, tears falling from underneath his tangerine mask.

I saw Deidara sitting at the bulky table we had towards the kitchen, and he was laughing. "Priceless, un,"

I breathed, adjusting the headband that hanged from my neck. "Is that what you wanted to show me?"

The artist smiled, "Yep… very entertaining, hm."

"So true," I retorted, smiling before gazing at the closed entrance.

"If you are wondering," Sasori began, turning the corner from the hallway and coming into the living room. "Itachi and Kisame are out on a mission." He breathed, sitting on the couch and grabbing the nearest blanket, having it caped over his shoulders.

I stared oddly at the puppet master. Did he just read my mind or something?

All of us in the room watched as the boulder that served as our door moved to the side, revealing Kisame.

I waved at him. "Hi Kisame, how was the mission!"

He smiled, "Good, and Sayuri?"

I gazed at him. "What?"

He was silent for a moment. "Itachi would like to speak with you, and he wants you to bring a towel and one of the blankets, if you could?"

I smiled, "Okay!" I rushed into the bathroom, and grabbed the towel lying on the sink. When I came back to the living room, I took the blanket that was not claimed by anyone at the moment.

"He's outside standing on the water!" Kisame yelled, watching as I raced to the exit.

"Thanks," I shouted back, making my way towards the exit.

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It was nightfall when I walked outside, the trees in the distance seemed to blend in with the night sky. The water that stretched out before the base illuminated brightly in the moonlight above. I gazed out at the lake, before spotting a figure standing on the water. I raced over, the towel and blanket draped between my arms. I was only a few feet from Itachi, when he turned towards me… His hands wrapped around his waist, with blood prying from his fingers.

"Itachi," I practically screamed, running over to him. He dropped to his knees once I reached him, I handed him the towel… which he quickly had against his wound as of now. I placed my hand on his forehead; he was burning up and sweating from the wave of heat washing over him. I flung the blanket over my shoulder and brought my hands down to his wound, carefully removing the towel and allowing chakra to run through my shaking hands. I took in a deep breath and positioned my illuminating hands above his wound, sending the chakra in slowly, as to not hurt him. His shaded orbs watched me as I healed his injury.

"I'm sorry, Sayuri." He said through a wheeze, wincing in pain from the wound.

I gazed at him, searching his troubled ebony eyes for a sign. "It's alright, I'm just glad you're alive."

He breathed a sigh plagued with exhaustion and confliction. I was elated that the wound was finally healed. I took the blanket from my shoulder and had it caped over his shoulders, before taking him into my arms and walking back to the base.

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No one stared at me as I entered the base and moved the boulder back over the entrance-way. I walked through the hallway that led to the bedrooms and was accompanied by several lit torches. I pushed the door open to my room with my foot, and walked inside… Placing the Uchiha on my bed, sitting down next to him... Itachi stared at me from his position.

"Sayuri,"

My eyes descended to the Uchiha as his blood-stained hand seized my wrist. I brushed his hair out of his face and tucked in behind his ears with my free hand. I sighed, before lying down beside him.

"Yes, Itachi,"

He was silent, his eyes gazing into my own… and then I felt his lips brush against my own. I brought my free arm around his neck and pulling him closer, deepening it as much as possible… I was worried about him; I could feel the tears streaming from my closed eyes. I felt his lips leave mine for a second, his heated breath slamming against my complexion. I was panting as of now… I slowly opened my eyes, only to see him staring back.

Itachi smiled, his hand resting against my cheek.

"I love you, Sayuri." He whispered softly, before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

I felt his hand release my wrist. I brought my now freed hand to the back of his head, my fingers entangling with his soft, jet black hair… pulling him closer so his body was against mine.

"I love you too, Itachi." I whispered, before closing my own eyes and falling asleep as well.

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