"You may now kiss the bride."

Itachi delicately lifted her veil revealing her sharp, blonde bob. How far they had come, from arguing with each other from that time they had a similar assignment to now, secretly getting married. She knew what she was getting into, not only was Itachi from another village, he would also soon be branded a criminal. But that was love, she supposed, raising herself on tiptoes so he could kiss her, painful, difficult and utterly worth it.

"You better come back to me alive." She told him fiercely.

"Always, Samui." Itachi smiled, kissing his bride.