A/N: I have read a bit of Naruto, watched very little, and it isn't really my cup of tea. It is perfectly enjoyable, I suppose, but I'm not a Narutard. So, don't expect more. This is, and shall remain, a one-shot. I don't know enough about the characters to write a whole story. I like this pairing, mainly because this is the one my Narutard friend extolls upon, and decided to write this as a gift for her. Winter Yuy, this is for you. For better and more plentiful Naruto work, read her stories. Read, and please review with a signed review or an e-mail, and I will reply.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, nor do I desire to.

Cursed Love
--L'Ange de Morte

The door silently slides open, and a young man slips quietly into the room. It is obvious that he is awaited, as the petite woman on the bed holds up her arms to him, silently welcoming him into her bed.

He slides the door closed just as quietly, and rushes to the bed. He holds the woman close for a second, then bends her into a passionate kiss. She wraps her arms around him tightly, pulling him close. Quickly, they both disrobe, revealing matching ivory skin.

The full moon shines in through the solitary small window, high on the wall above her bed, making their white eyes glisten as they stare at each other, mesmerized by this first glimpse of the other. The girl makes a soundless gasp and leans forward, clutching tightly to the male as if he is her last lifeline. He holds her tightly for a second, then eases her gently to the bed, and covers her body with his own.

As the moon shines on their intertwined pale bodies, there is only once a moment of colour other than black and white. A few red spots, a silent gasp, all quickly forgotten in the passion of the moment.

Before the moon has a chance to fade away from their encounter, it is quickly over. A final kiss, a last caress, and the man slips out the door once more. As the girl watches him leave, a single tear trickles from her crystal eyes, knowing that this was a moment stolen in time, that it might never come again.

For after all, their love is cursed.