A/N: For those who followed my little stories you know that I had this fan fic up before, with the OC under a different name (Ami). It's completely revised. The second chapter will basically be the same with the exception of the name change. So if it sounds familiar when you read it, that's why. Enjoy the first chapter guys, I hope it makes you feel thingz.

My hands felt as empty as her eyes looked. Like I had a life in my hands, and like water it slipped right through.

If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, then it's a goddamn duck. Ha. That's a quote I'll never forget... It looked like he was in distress, he spoke like he was in distress, and I treated it nonchalantly. I ignored all those signs, all those overt signs. I paid no attention to them and in turn, the only life I ever knew became but a terrible nightmare for me to relive. I was alone again. I would have given anything to not be alone again. When Marion Uchiha found and adopted me, I felt as happy as a kid that got a shiny new toy. No, happier. I had a family again, a mom who loved me unconditionally. It was funny, actually, because in some strange way Marion and I looked alike even though she wasn't my birth mother. When I saw Itachi again that was the very first thing he told me, that I look even more like her now. Our hair and eyes were our standout features. We both had long black hair that fell neatly down our backs, and pale eyes- mine grey and hers blue. Everyone found it weird that she had blue eyes, for all the fact that a vast majority, if not all, Uchiha had dark eyes. I looked different in my entirety, with my tan skin and pale grey eyes, and when I was 8 and first became part of the Uchiha village I apparently had some strange way of speaking. People said I had an undistinguishable accent. As I grew older my vernacular altered, and I ended up speaking in a crude and inappropriate manner just like Marion. Nobody seemed to mind it when she did it though, because she was very charismatic and overall just the most lovable woman. I miss her so badly.

I told myself that once I found out who her killer was that I'd never forgive him. I still don't know if I do but he's surely lying in my bed right now. He's fast asleep (so peacefully too, he looks beautiful) in all his naked glory from our adult activities when the night was still young. It's 1 am. I've been awake for two hours now, completely restless. I blame my conscience; it's weighing heavy on my body now. How could I make love to a cold-blooded killer? Was my self control and pride overestimated? Fuck. I'd think so. I look over at him. He's lying on his back with one arm wrapped around me, the other resting on his stomach. I lightly run my fingers across his muscular stomach, slipping my hand underneath his and hold my breath hoping he won't wake up… He doesn't. His body is still the slightest bit of sticky from the sweat. I lean up, careful not to ruin his slumber, and kiss his perfectly chiseled jaw. Something stirs inside of me, and I think it's the taste of his skin, the feel of it. It's intoxicating and titillating. Is this what made me forget for that hour of salacious love the horrible sin he committed so many years ago? I thought I was better than this, but I guess you just don't know anyone like you think you do, yourself included.

A deep breath is drawn from his lips, and slowly an eye opens and peeks down at me. "Sorry," I whisper. "I wasn't trying to wake you."

Itachi closes his eyes again but smirks slightly. "What's on your mind, Seiko?"

What's on my mind, is that something he really wants to know? "Just internally wrestling with myself."

"Me too."

"Oh, about?"

"..."

I rub his chest in attempt to comfort him. "Too hard to talk about?"

"I just think I could see where we would be if I never had to do what I did. We'd probably be married by now, and you would be pregnant with my child, happily in love...can you see it?"

I try to control my mouth, prone to stuttering due to my shock from his response. I consider, though, what he just said. The thought makes my heart ache. "I can. It sucks to just say "I wish" instead of "I'm glad this happened." Are you ever going to be able to tell me why you did it? I think it would make it easier on my conscience, and make it easier for me to love you and mend your heart. I know how everyone back in Konaha reacts when your name is mentioned, and it hurts me. I know it hurts you too. I just wish they could see you like this. You're not bad at all."

Itachi turns over until his body is on top of mine, his arms snaking around my body and holding me in a vice like grip. His mouth hovers over mine and I bite my lip. He's got me again. Easily. "Seiko. You don't know how badly I had to hear that. What did I do in my lifetime to deserve you back?"

He has me back? That means I've forgiven him? Like hell I have! He took from me the only person that ever loved me. My own mother. I can't for- oh... Oh no. His mouth abruptly finds its way to my neck, stealing the breath right from me. For the briefest moment I forget about the hurt he's caused me. I chastise myself for not being stronger, but I can't help it. We're both so fucked up, and all we have left is each other. It's literally the most fatal type of all attractions.