Her silver hair swayed in the cool breeze, her fragrance filling the air with the aroma of expensive perfume. Despite all of this, the inevitable uneasiness ensued the girl's feelings. She looked again at the eyes of her carrier, or more correctly termed, her savior. He had done it again, for the second time. How foolish of her to think that the copy-ninja would save her, he had not a pair of red eyes. She looked at his face; it had not changed much since their last meeting. He still had that gentle yet deadly look. Well, she was the only one who had noticed that trait in her ex-boyfriend, no one bothered to give the man a second look after that incident.

The past started haunting her again, their accusing eyes, the uneasy atmosphere, the confined space where they held the trials appeared before her eyes, and most of all, those things that made her feel the way she felt before floated across her mind.

She suddenly felt guilty; it had only been a few years since she left the kazekage. She saw him some days after her recuperation from the hospital. They went out for a while but it had not been the time for such things.She had been sent on a mission concerning information only the kazekage could provide, though she'd rather ask him how he felt about her. She felt something for the young man. He was lonely and so was she. They were perfect for each other. They could provide each other the care and love both needed for they both knew how each other really feels, given that they both experienced it. But the wheels of time did not turn in their favor and that was that.

Now, she was carried by her past that once promised her eternity with a future of eternal happiness. She would have gladly accepted if not for the looming fall of her hometown, konohagakure. She looked at him intently. He was determined to save her, again. He never tired of saving her over and over again. He had always been her savior, her comfort when everything turned against her and she for him. They helped each other out when there was trouble. She turned her eyes again and closed her eyes. She knew she was safe. The girl snuggled into these comforting arms and decided to rest for a while.

"What are you doing here?" The famed Akatsuki inquired, looking through her beautiful eyes. 'She stayed beautiful as ever. Maybe I made a wrong choice. I should have…'

The fire's warmth shook away the coldness of the night. The tree leaves rustling to the gentle rhythm of the evening breeze. Night birds hooting and cooing, the insect orchestra was playing its nightly piece, and the flame crackled to the music of the night. She had always liked the night. At times she would stay awake just to listen to it. But now was the time to answer questions the former pair waited to ask. She looked at his beautiful opals, looking at her with surprise, happiness, curiosity, and sadness. She never thought she'd find those mix of emotions in his eyes.

"I had planned on seeing someone on the village. How about you? On the hunt for Naruto again?" She sat from the Uchiha's lap, rolling her eyes to the patrolling sameheda owner.

A nod was his only reply. Then, silence. The two looked at each other for the longest time, reminiscing every curve of the other's body, memorizing the outlines of the once loved citizens of hidden leaf. The famed mass murderer reached out and touched the face of the coveted singer-ninja, the love he was never meant to have. 'Maybe now things will change for the better. Will she accept if I ask? Knowing her, she would not. Her principles are too strong.'

Asuka closed her eyes and let out a silenced moan. She had longed for this moment in a very long time. To feel him again and to feel his touch, it was torture that it was not meant to be. It was a fate worse than hell. She'd rather go to hell than live through a life that had never wanted her to be happy. She touched his hand and felt its sinewy firmness. It was firm yet gentle. 'I'd give anything to be with him again. This encounter is still too painful.' A tear escaped the singer's longing eyes.

"I thought I was over you." She muttered, her voice shaking. Her comprehension failed to grasp the purpose of their parting. Fate played the cruelest of jokes and she knew first hand.

Itachi wiped her tear off, fighting hard the instinct to hold her in his arms and kiss her with all his heart, just to make her sadness go away. She was so fragile yet sturdy. She was understanding yet she upheld her principles with no second thought, fighting for what she believes is right no matter the consequences.

"I thought so too love but I was wrong. I never got over you. I'm still hoping Asu-chan." He muttered in voice barely above whisper. 'First encounter and endearments already? Maybe I just missed her too much or I am going out of my mind.' He let the singer feel his arms. It was sweet torture to let her hold him like this. He gasped as she cried and went into him crying. He held her close and closed his eyes.

"I'm here now, don't worry." But he knew no amount of words could appease her for the fact remains that this is only temporary.

Kisame patrolled, heightening his already honed senses to the highest level possible. Danger has a way of getting into the two of them, and it was even more precarious now that Itachi is in this state. 'I have to separate the two of them. Danger is on a higher level if those two combine.' But that was not the thing that really worried the sharkman. He frowned as he looked at the two, hugging each other. Asuka was the person that threatened to make the Uchiha leave Akatsuki. He had to prevent it from happening. He had to.

What's gonna happen now? Watch out for next chapter.