Title: Memories

Pair: Itaoc (ItaYuki)

Commission (for):N/A

Theme: 3. sand

Genre: Romance

Rating: G

Warning: N/A

Summary: N/A

World: AU

Chapters: Dabble

Status: complete

Date started: 5-13-12

Date Finished: 5-13-12

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

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This is so cheesy –falls- would you goes like some Nacho's –holds up Nacho's. Anyway this is cheesy and I hate cheesy but this the best I could come up with I ItaYuki ;A; as most of you guessed an epilogue for Attraction can't be bought art/Attraction-Cant-Be-Bought-Chapter-One-329870290 read here. Miko why no finish it -.0 I will I will burn down the village if I don't finish it. I is Godzilla. –Itachi walks away with Yuki's soda-

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Yuki held the jar of sand glass to heart. She knew it was stupid to keep sand from her vacation but it was a memory really. She swirled the glass around and leaned back on the wall near the window overlooking the city of Tokyo. It was a beautiful night peaceful and breath taking.

She glanced in at the room she sat in and smiled placing her hand on her stomach. It was a purple room, decorated nicely with baby decoration. Stuffed animals corned nicely one side of the room, the other corner diapers, baby bottles and other things an expecting mother had and who could forget the crib.

Yuki smiled widen as she rubbed her stomach and stared at the small jar of sand it was small, just a slight bigger than her thumb with a small sand dove on top. She got it while she was with Itachi touring the beach of Tahiti. Her husband just chuckled a bit and created their memories of the trip.

The black sand on the bottom was the hard ship of the marriage when he use to ignore her, the gold part was present that they will have dark times but he always be there for her and the sand dove on the top Yuki found by breaking a sand dollar was just the hope for a better future.

"Looks like I got my wish," Yuki said smiling placing the jar of memoires, hopes and love on table. She stroked her belly and left the room to go great her husband.