[A/N]: Hey guys! Sorry to bother you all with an Author's Note right away, but I just need to claify a few things before you guys read. THERE MAY CONATIN SPOILERS HERE. I WILL USUALLY BASE MY STORY ON BOTH THE ANIME AND MANGA OF NARUTO SO BEWARE. Also this is my first Fanfiction, so reviews would be awesome, and depending on reviews, I may or may not finish this story. It's not supposed to be a one shot, but I don't know. This is actually an excerpt of the later chapters of this story. Anyways, enjoy! (:

Lost&Found

I don't remember. I don't remember anything, but I think it's finally okay. I've found someone that'll always stay with me, and he'll help me through the past, present, and future. To think I thought he was the enemy the whole time...such brash thoughts I had when I first met him again for the first time.

His raven hair wasn't tied in its usual ponytail; it lay loosely around him in a soft, swirling motion. I could see him breathing rhythmically; though, his back was facing me. In and out, in and out, in and out. The bed was warm and inviting with his already resting body next to mine. I gave into my temptation and wove my fingers into his hair, gently gliding the silky strands through my fingers. Such delicate pieces of soft hair. I continued to weave my fingers in his hair, matching his set breathing rhythm.

This wasn't home, but as long as he was with me, anywhere could be home, even this moderate little hotel room. I never realized how strong my feelings for this man was until today, when he saved me. I scoffed. I'm too arrogant for my liking. Of course, it was my arrogance that got me into trouble earlier today. I thought I could beat two teams of highly skilled ANBU. Stupid me. Itachi had to use Sasano on them. I thought I could take all of them down. Foolish, really. I didn't even know he was there. The methodical and strategic man that jumped out in front of me today wasn't the Itachi that I knew. This one was rash, irrational, and desperate. Was this truly the man that I knew before I lost my memories, like he claimed? He's so cold, and stoic...how could I have ever even think of sharing a part of me with him?

My fingers stopped twirling his hair, when he stirred. I stood very still that suddenly the silence became deafening until I barely hear a mutter, "Don't stop. It's soothing." Itachi. He was awake. I still didn't move. I didn't expect him to wake up, especially when I was sorting out my emotions. The air around us seemed to vibrate, yet no one moved. We were like enemies weighing each other out, neither one of us dared to draw a single breath. I don't know how long we were like that, but the silence and air was getting too uncomfortable for me to bear. I shifted my weight and decided to get up from the edge of the bed, where I was sitting. I walked over to the lonely window and blankly stared into the night sky.

I could hear him moving too. I resisted the temptation to turn around and go back next to him. "You should be resting your body," I said softly. Even though the silence was bothering me, it felt eerie to talk loudly. He didn't respond back as usual. I didn't know what to say either, so I let the silence drag on.

There was some shifting on the bed behind me. Itachi was probably trying to get comfortable so he could get more rest...the vibrating air was getting to me, so I decided to open the window. It creaked, and protested a bit, but I got it wide open and a light, cool breeze flew through the window. It was refreshing. Sounds of music, laughter, and games floated into the room. It was almost midnight and still a festival was going on in this village. I could smell freshly made dango and red bean buns. I spotted children in little masks chasing each other with balloons in their tiny hands. A couple was broken up by the group of children running. The woman in the couple started to yell at them. I smiled to myself. Suddenly, there was a light dizziness coming over me. I already knew what was going to happen, and I braced myself for it.

I saw a man and a woman. They were young; 18, maybe. They were walking together in a buzzing town. The way the pair walked didn't say that they were a couple, but they were very close to each other. The woman was talking to him quite avidly. The man's expression wasn't a bored one, but a slightly amused one. A child rudely pushed their way into them, and the man abruptly snatched the child's wrist. It was a little boy. He looked to be no more than 7 years old. I couldn't hear anything, but from what I could see the boy, brave but frightened, shouted at the man. The man grabbed the little pouch with flowers on it from his hand. The surprised expression on the woman's face confirmed my thoughts. The boy was pick-pocketing. The little girl behind him looked extremely shy and scared. The woman laughed, and said a few words to the man. He looked a bit skeptical, but let the boy go. She looked at the little boy and girl, and said something to them. Both of the beamed and bowed their heads repeatedly to the older pair, as if thanking them. Unexpectedly the boy hugged the woman and ran off with the flower pouch. The man gave her a confused expression, but shook his head, softly smiling to himself.

I could start to hear the music again. A voice calm, yet worried reached me. "Naomi!" I blinked several times, and shook my head. I regretted it instantly. I could feel the blood pounding in my head. I looked up and my eyes had to focus a bit before I could see. "I'm okay." I said.

"Another flashback?" Itachi asked.

"Ugn, yeah." I placed my cold hand onto my forehead to ease the pounding.

"Anything new?" Once he saw that I was okay, he started to distance himself from me again. He moved back to the bed, repositioning some of the pillows.

When I didn't answer right away he glanced up at me. I looked back at him, trying to figure him out. His face right now gave away nothing. He looked like a cold hearted man with no soul, no purpose, no life. He was just an empty shell. My mind flashed the picture of the man and woman standing so closely together. One talking, the other listening with amusement. What was I to him before?

"Naomi."

What am I to him now?

[A/N]: THANK YOU FOR READING! :3 REMEMBER, this is only a PROLOGUE! So if I decide to continue with this story, Itachi will not be there in the beginning.

Explanations:

1) The italicized part is Naomi having flashbacks. Sometimes the flashbacks are triggered by things she sees, hears, or even smells. So there will be random flashbacks where sometimes it won't make any sense, but, for an example, the smell of fresh red bean buns may trigger her memory of her childhood at home or something of that sort. Just like when you smell a particular smell your mind shifts to that distinctive memory.

2) All of the settings and Naomi's background/appearance will be revealed in the next chapter.

Thank you again! Please review! Ja ne!~