Hikari sat on the chair waiting, hoping to get something out of the bar tender. "Why do you wanna know about them kid?"

"Kid? Excuse me but you don't look that old either." Hikari eyed the boy in front of her. He was no older than seventeen give or take a few years.

"It's really my business, you don't ask the questions here I do," Hikari said.

"Well what do you want to know?"

"Why are the Heiki's family documents here?"

"This is neutral territory. It would be wise of any clan to hide their secrets here."

"If so, then there has to be someone guarding these documents or at least hidden away. That means that there must be Heiki's here," Hikari deduced.

He only nodded. "During the second shinobi war, Kirigakure dispatched a lot of Heiki's who basically had affairs with locals. Males and females alike." He cleaned a glass. "Since they're from Amegakure they couldn't go to Kirigakure with their lovers. The kids grew up here since Kirigakure-"

"Doesn't allow outsiders," Hikari finished. He simply nodded. "You know for someone who claims to be one of them, you don't seem to know a lot about your own family's history."

"It's complicated. So do tell where are they hidden?"

"Take this." He gave her a piece of paper. "Go to this address, you'll find what you need there. Good luck getting past that crazy old lady." He smiled.

Hikari gave him his money. "H-hey!"

"You were annoying," she said turning to face him from the doorway a smirk etched onto her face.

"Old lady, huh?" Hikari said glancing at the building in front of her. She was soaked from head to toe the rain pounding heavily on her head and shoulders.

It was a typical house in Kirigakure. Steel with a thick coat of paint. Hikari knocked on the door gently and waited.

"Get out!" Hikari was startled by the shreik that came out once the door opened.

"Wha-"

"No one is allowed here get out."

"Excuse me?!"

"I said get out, girl."

Hikari sighed. "Okay listen granny, I'm here to learn about my heritage, so if you would be so kind-"

"Heritage? Oh are you claiming to be a Heiki?"

"As a matter of fact yes, now if you will excuse me." She stepped closer to the door but she blocked her path.

Hikari tilted left and right only to be blocked by her dozens of times.

Hikari pinched the bridge of her nose. "I really don't have time for this."

"I'll let you through only if you prove it." The old lady crossed her arms.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Forge a weapon. Right here."

Hikari facepalmed. Of course, this was the only way to prove it. One little problem was that she couldn't remember anything, and especially not how to forge weapons. "Okay, listen. I'm Hikari Heiki. I lost my memories, and that's why I'm here."

"Hikari Heiki? Hah, she died when se was ten! There's no way you could be her." Hikari inhaled deeply.

"Right. Then how about my katana? Only a Heiki could ever forge a katana this white and never gets it dirty." Hikari gave her Mangetsu.

"True, but that could also mean you requested it from one. Not enough."

Hikari groaned. Suddenly an idea popped into her head. "I- It's warm! No katana should be warm!"

The lady unsheathed Mangetsu and felt it. "Yes, but that isn't enough proof either."

"Right." Hikari face palmed. "Mangetsu help."

"Can't help you there, honey."

Hikari huffed in annoyance. "I really can't remember how. Please, I beg you. Let me study my family lineage to at least get a glimpse of who I am." The old lady's hard gaze never faltered.

"Only Heiki's can read this paper, because of their blood, their gekki genkai runs in their blood cells. If you can read this, then I'll let you in."

Hikari perked up. "I will be able to read it! I am a Heiki." She stressed.

"Wait here!" She slammed the door. Hikari sweat dropped. "Ah wait, Mangetsu!" She shreiked when she didn't feel his weight on her hip as usual.

"I'll give it back to you if you prove you're a Heiki!" Hikari blinked. Well shit.

Hikari sat on the porch nodding off.

"Here it is brat!" Hikari jumped up in an attention pose. She relaxed and reached for the paper.

The characters didn't look familiar but she could read them easily.

Hikari deadpanned at the words in front of her. 'Y'ain't a Heiki, sucker.'

Hikari's jaw dropped. Seriously?

"Well kid? What does it say?"

"'Y-y'ain't a Heiki, sucker'."

"Wait really?" Hikari nodded.

"Excuse me for a second. Yukine!"

"Yes?"

"What did you write on the paper?"

"'Y'ain't a Heiki, sucker'." Came the reply.

"Looks like you pass! Welcome! Oh here is your Katana!" The old lady turned sweet in a split second. Hikari numbly reached for Mangetsu.

She was just a little shocked.

"Hi! I'm Yukine Heiki! Nice to meet ya!" Hikari blinked twice.

"H-Hikari."

"Right, right. Hikari Heiki died five years ago."

"Why do these people insist I died?"

"Because according to the world you did." Mangetsu answered her question.

Hikari sighed. "No honest."

"Come to think of it-" Yukine's bubbly personality was instantly gone. "Your katana, it's warm, it contains a soul doesn't it."

Hikari stared at him wearily. "Yes."

"Only one of the seven sword's forgers could have done that, but they died a long time ago. The only person who was recently able to reforge one was Hikari Heiki after it was destroyed in the second shinobi war. The Samehada. This katana, however, was forged around last year wasn't it?"

Hikari nodded. "Unless Kirigakure found someone else, it must mean that Hikari Heiki forged it, but she supposedly died five years ago. It must mean she's still alive." Yukine eyed Hikari suspiciously. Hikari only eyed him back wondering what he was thinking.

"If you are the forger of this sword it means you can talk to the soul inside of it. You can also allow it to speak to others if you so wish."

Hikari glanced at Mangetsu and back at Yukine.

"Tell me, Hikari Heiki. Can you let me speak with that soul? The soul you supposedly trapped in there."

Hikari clutched the handle of her pure white katana. "Mangetsu."

"It's simple really, Hikari. Just imagine you are having a conversation with both of us at the same time."

"Like this?"

"Exactly! Hello Yukine!" If Mangetsu could wave he would wave at the young adult in front of him.

"H-hello. Wow! You really are her! This is amazing!" Yukine jumped around. Honestly, Hikari found herself laughing at his antics. For the first time in three years, Hikari laughed from the bottom of her heart.

"She's working so hard." Hana said from the door way looking at Hikari's form sleeping over the various books and documents. Yukine nodded at his mother's word. "Ne, okaa -san."

"Yes?"

"What do you think happened to her? Her laugh earlier, it sounded strained, like she forgot how to."

Hana's pink eyes glanced at her son. "I don't know, Yukine. I can only hope that it's over now."

Yukine frowned glancing at his distant relative. "Yeah."

"I'm beat," Hikari said glancing at Mangetsu.

"That's expected, you stayed up all night and even fell asleep on the books."

"I did?" She hung her head in shame.

"Oi, are you okay?"

"The poor books-"

"THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT?!" Hikari cried in disdain.

"Hey, Hikari! It's okay the books are fine you didn't drool on them okay?"

Hikari sniffled and wiped away her tears. "Really?"

"Yes!"

"Oh okay then!" She hopped back to the books.

"Seriously?" If Mangetsu could glare, and if looks could kill, Hikari would be six feet under by now.

Six months. It's been six whole months and yet Itachi still can't shake that look she sent him out of his mind. Why? He had seen many deaths. Killed his fair share of people, hell he even killed his own parents, sure he had cried, sure he had spent a fair amount of time trying to get over the incident. Even if he really hasn't, but these were his parents. Her? She was just a stranger so why? Why is it every time he closes his eyes he can still see those violet eyes staring back at him. Why can't he shake her off?

Damn it, damn it all to hell.

The fourteen year old looked at his partner.

"Say, Juzo -san.."

"Hm?"

"How do you know, if someone deserves to die?"

"Wa- wait, Yukine!" Hikari kicked all over in his hold. Yukine chuckled and continued pushing her onto the bed. Only one problem stood in his way, she wouldn't stop moving.

Pinning her to the bed underneath his weight, Yukine slowly reached to the bed side opening a package.

The plastic tearing forced Hikari to try and push him off her. Panic surging through her at the pain that was sure to come.

"I- I said wait! I'm not ready!"

"Like I said, you never will be."

"P-please."

"Stay still." He whispered gently.

Hikari shook her head. No way was she going to stay still! She tried wiggling away from him, but his weight overpowered her strength at the moment. "G-get off! Yukine, get off!" She breathed heavily.

Nothing could have prepared her for that pain penetrating through her body.

Hikari screamed. She felt like she was being ripped apart.

"Calm down, Hikari! I should be done soon."

Hikari just screamed more her eyes rolling back into her skull from pain.

"Yukine! Please, please just stop." She shook her head flailing.

She gripped the white bed sheets tightly. Spotting the blood that trickled down her thigh, staining the bed sheets underneath her.

Her legs darted towards his stomach but Yukine simply held it down by her thigh. His strong hold made her struggle even more, she tried pushing him off, her back arching. She wasn't sure from the pain or from trying to pry him off her. All she knew was she wanted him to stop.

"Just, hold on for God's sake! I can't take it out if you keep kicking me like that!"

Hikari bit her lips, tears leaking from her eyes.

"Okay, it's out now." Yukine panted sweat glistening his temple. Hikari covered her face with her hands her own breaths heavy.

"N-never again." She sobbed and Yukine simply put his hand on her upper thigh.

Hikari shuddered at the new pressure applied to the bullet wound on her leg. "I'm never letting you touch my guns again." She shivered.

Yukine shot her a dirty look and put slightly more pressure on the wound.

His touch was clinical. That of a professionally trained medic. Hikari bit back a groan of relief as she felt the cool healing chakra pass over her upper thigh.

"Ne, Yukine..."

He hummed in response glancing up at her. "What's for dinner? I want some daifuku for dessert."

Yukine sweat dropped. At least she wasn't mad at him. Although, he had a feeling that totally depended on whether he brought her daifuku for dessert tonight or not.

For the past six months, her stay in Amegakure had been great! The food is great, the people are great and most importantly she got a big brother. Yukine Heiki was the big brother she was sure she never had. Surely if she had one, Mangetsu wouldn't have hidden it from her. He told her all about her family that night one year ago. Why would he hide a brother?

She was comfortable around him. Perhaps a bit too comfortable. Often she'd walk around the house half naked. Her only excuse?

Heat.

While Yukine would look at her skeptically when she said she felt hot in a 24/7 rainy weather. He knew maybe it's because of the place she's lived in until now caused her to have thicker skin. A bit more immune to the cold. Maybe not to this extent, but how would he know?

"Yukine!"

"Hai, Hikari?"

"Can we go outside? Please?"

"But-"

"Yukine for God's sake! Its's been six months and yet you're always saying not to me going outside. 'You have to stay right here!' You always say. For me? Please?"

"Hikari.. What if he finds you? You said that person who attempted to kill you was supposedly coming here. What if he's still here?"

Yukine shot her a worried gaze. Hikari simply stared at the floor refusing to meet his eyes. He sighed before scooping her in his arms.

She was really short so hoisting her up was no problem. "If something happens to you, I don't know what I'd do."

He kissed her hair lightly, letting the kiss linger for a few minutes.

His strong arms held her and Hikari suddenly felt so, warm. Almost like how she had felt when she saw Mangetsu after all these years. Hikari squeezed his shirt.

Yukine set her down shortly after he lifted his lips from her hair.

"...fine, maybe we can go every once in a while."

Hikari held his gaze, before her face broke off into a sweet grin. "Yes!" She clapped and jumped uo to her room to get ready.

Fully clothed, Hikari dashed into Yukine, giving him her biggest hug ever.

Yukine was startled his hands quickly working to cup her lower back. "Hikari!" He shreiked. He never thought she'd go as far as jump on him.

Her skin felt cold against his hands. He held her body to him carefully.

"I never said anything about going out today." He walked over to the couch.

"Oh c'mon! It's my birthday tomorrow." She pouted nuzzling her cold nose into the crook of his neck.

Yukine shreiked at the cold sensation on his pulse point.

"Exactly, tomorrow! So we'll do that tomorrow not today!"

"No!" The sixteen year old whined looking at the eighteen, soon to be nineteen, year old who held her. "Fine!"

How could he resist, those piercing yet gentle eyes. "Yay!" She jumped in his hold. "Hey wait, Hikari you'll-"

He was cut off by a loud thud as he stared at the heap on the floor that he calls his sister. "-fall." He was only a few steps away from the couch too. Just her luck. He burst out in laughter at the sight of her.

Hikari rubbed her sore bum and shifted her gaze up at her brother. She looked at him through her thick eyelashes and reached for her trusted katana. That just happened to be conveniently placed next to the couch, an arm's reach away.

Unsheathing Mangetsu, Hikari chased Yukine around the house.

It was his fault for dropping her, anyway.