Theme: #2 Along a Moonlit Bay

It was summer in Konoha. To make it worse it was night, there was no breeze, and it still was as hot as day. But in daylight Ino had duties in working at the family shop and her ninja missions. That was why Ino was out of Konoha and standing beside a bay.

The bay was lighted by the full moon. It made it so the blond could see everything clearly.

"Here goes..."

Ino jumped. As she hit the icy waters she could feel the heat from the night air leave and the cold slowly freeze her.

The blond surfaced and swam around. Her teeth were chattering. She felt like she was being watched.

Ino dived again. Since the moonlight only covered the top of the water she thought she could sneak up on her opponent.

She felt someone grab her arms and pull her above the water. Ino came up struggling.

"H- Hey! Let me GO!"

"I need some information."

The velvety voice made Ino think of Sasuke. She said his name out loud, but didn't look up to see the face.

The man answered, "I am not my foolish brother."

Ino gasped and looked up. Realizing her mistake too late.

Never look into the Sharigan eyes.

"You are a trained spy from Konoha, " He went on, "You know much about Orochimaru. . . From your recent missions."

"No!" The blonde made a pathetic attempt to lie.

"You do. You will tell me."

The man lowered her until her feet touched the top of the moonlit water. She remembered his name. Uchiha Itachi.

"Your arms are still on me." Ino was scared out of her mind. She didn't know how she even managed to squeak out that one setence.

He didn't talk. Just leaned down with his unemotional eyes. It confused Ino and scared her even more when he kissed her.

"You will tell me." His eyes seemed to know everything. Her lonliness and her hunger for love. The kiss was a strange way on torture, but it calmed Ino.

Itachi closed his eyes momentarily and Ino started to struggle. . . Or notice she was struggling. . . but he noticed that and opened them again. Making her stand still again.

He kissed her again. Ino thought maybe he was lonely too, but she didn't trust her own thoughts. The blond still felt herself kiss back, with a passion she never knew she had in her.

She was being used... and loving it.