Updating a chapter is a scary experience. I worry that you all won't like the new chapter. Hence, I treat review readings like walking on a beach filled with hidden landmines. Any second and I might be blown up into pieces of flesh and blood. Either that or I take a step and find diamonds (good reviews) which just makes my day.

Oh my! For a minute I read 'Reviving Clans' as 'Reviving Clams' I panicked for a second thinking that I spelt it wrong for months. (Story Summary: Hari Potter is obsessed with keeping clams as pets. During her travels, she comes across a rare super clam dying on the road. She performs CPR on it but it is still dying so she gives it a kiss of true love and it turns into: Itachi Uchiha. Her clam prince. Crack! Soulmate AU involving clamxhuman)

I should seriously go to bed.

Chapter 5

Hari decided to start building the convenience store in Sunagakure, the hidden village in the sand. Having had their Kazekage abducted in their own village, the Suna shinobi had raised security measures. She had to go through interrogations and mind checks aside from the legal work and forms she had to submit for checking. It would have taken months if not for the spells she used to nudge the officers to speed up the process.

Hari stepped back to admire her store, Lifesaver. It was vastly different from the round gourd shaped structures in Suna. It was rectangle in shape for one. She entered through the automatic sliding door and the smell of air conditioner hits her nose, the change in temperature bringing goose bumps over her skin. She used magic to prevent too much UV rays from entering the store and to filter out the sand.

Her store was bright, new and shiny. The furniture, walls and ceiling were painted glossy white to create the illusion of a larger space. Household items, snacks and various products you usually find in a convenience store were stocked on shelves. She lifted a bag of chips inspecting the transfiguration work done on the packaging. She had the elves buy packs of goods in bulk from the muggle world and then change the labelling to her own. Probably plagiarizing the brands but it's not like they would come to the Shinobi world anytime soon.

The food that you needed to consume within the day, those were the things that she made with the help of a house elf or two. She stopped at the hot food stand, inspecting the herbal eggs, soup, croquettes and all the other fried oily goodness. She had infused most of the food with chakra replenishing potions. The shinobi would appreciate it. She also sold some common muggle medicine and her homemade potions. She had improved the taste of the potions and created different variations. Herbal tea, tablet, or just the concoction itself.

She took a sit on a tall stool, sipping on hot chocolate watching as the crowd begin to arrive. Her house elves begin to work busily behind the counters, sporting bright grins on their human masks. It was barely two days since the opening of her store and her sales were sky rocketing. The shinobi loved the concept and civilians benefited greatly from it too. Though…Hari drummed her fingers on the tall table. Gaara had not stepped into the store at all. She thinks that she saw his siblings but there were too many customers so Hari wasn't too sure.

The whole purpose of creating this store aside from generating cash was so that she could easily visit Gaara and Naruto. Sure she could warp into Gaara's room but his security would probably kill her immediately. Trust her. She tried, but he had guards everywhere! Hence, she created the convenience store, hoping that he would stop by. She had even created a food stand that only sold gizzards and salted beef tongue because she knew he loved it. Hari is shaken from her thoughts by an approaching shinobi going too close to her comfort zone.

"Hey, you're really hot." He whistles appreciatively. "Come with me and I'll treat you to lunch." The sandy haired male clicks his tongue and shoots her a wink. Another guy trying to flirt with her. That was kind of a really bad way to try to get a girl though. Hari shot him an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, no thank you." She shook her head, inching away from him. But he persists, stepping closer to her.

"Aw come on don't be such a spoil sport." He flirts, with what he seemed to think was a sexy voice but it sounded like a dying frog compared to her Itachi. Hari pursed her lips, and he seemed to take that as confirmation. He gives her a lecherous grin and leans in, completely invading her personal space.

"I believe that she told you no." The rough raspy voice trailed from behind them. Hari's heart fluttered at the sound, her eyes widening a fraction. It's him! It really is him! Gaara stood behind them looking like a sexy gothic punk doll. His wide unblinking turquoise eyes with their incredibly light coloured pupils seemed to unnerve the man. He stutters and bows before turning to leave quickly. Hari watched him go before her eyes swivelled back to the hot piece of meat before her.

Gaara looked healthier, less pale compared to the first time she saw him. She pleasantly noted that he had kept the glass orb on his person, and she feels the thrum of her magic on his skin. He watched her, his eyes instinctively shifting over her body. Her smile widened as his eyes flickered over her chest and he blushed. The pink tint on his cheek barely noticeable. He avoided her eyes, seeming to be internally beating himself for that.

"Hello. We've met, but I'm not sure if you remember." Hari greeted him, a blush crawling up her cheeks at his unwavering gaze. She had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"I remember." He answered, blinking owlishly at her. Hari thought he would forget about the whole thing actually, but that's great if he remembers.

"I'm Harumi Lily Potter-Black-Slytherin. Your-"

"Sabaku."

"Sorry?"

"Potter-Black Slytherin-Sabaku." He stated with a poker face. So he knew? Wow. This felt like a marriage proposal. Heat crawled up her face and she flushed squirming under his heated gaze. Was he trying to see through her clothes or something? What's with that look? Did she have something on her face?

"I like you." He shook her out of her thoughts with his words. It's a confession now? Her cheeks were catching fire. "Will you sleep with me?" Huhhhhhhh? Hari gaped at him, her eyebrows raising higher than usual. So fast? A marriage proposal, a confession and now he's asking for sex? Really, she's thankful that she did not need to explain everything a third time but isn't this going a little too fast? Hari was hyperventilating and panicking internally. He seemed to be waiting for an answer.

"NOW?" Hari's eyes were about to pop out of their socket.

"Please sleep with me." He gave her the puppy eyes. Oh no. Not that. His eyes were large and watery turquoise framed by those thick red lashes. She just wanted to hug him tight and protect him from anything that could harm his beautiful body.

"You idiot!" His sister, Temari, hissed at him, her head pocking out from behind a shelf. Now that Hari thought of it, most of the customers seemed to be gone, save for some shinobi. Did they plan this? She was going to lose customers at this rate. "That means you want to have sex! You dumbass!" Temari whispered loudly. She was blushing from embarrassment and looked absolutely horrified. Gaara blinked, his lips pursed mouthing a silent 'oh'. Hari heaved a sigh of relief. Merlin. Could he stop misleading her?

"But, I don't mind." He turned to her, smiling brightly a cute pink blush staining his pale cheeks. For a moment Hari can almost hear the angels singing by the sheer blinding beauty of his smile. So cute! Then she remembered what they were talking about and his answer. Her mind drifted off to more R rated images involving Gaara in various interesting positions. NO! She swallowed thickly. Was this a test of wills? The sound of his sister slapping her face in a face palm could be heard and his brother was cackling from somewhere two aisles behind them.

"Oh. You don't want to?" Gaara pouted, his rosy bottom lip trembled slightly. Huh now what! Wait what! WHAT IS WITH HIM! Hari felt like she was riding a roller coaster. An emotional roller coaster. AH. AH. AH. AHHHHHHHHHH. She mentally slapped herself. She needed to get her act up and pull up her big girl pants. She will not be beaten by her fiancée!

"O-Of course I do!" She stuttered, avoiding his gaze desperately. He smiled. Was he doing this on purpose? He stepped closer and took her hand. Hari twitched feeling the rush of magic and pleasure that thrummed through her skin. How warm and fuzzy. What was he doing now?

"I want two." He told her in a serious voice.

"Two what?" Now what?

"Two children." Oh wow. Nice. Hari swallowed thickly. "I will do my very best." Gaara told her a small frown on his face. Even when he frowns he looks cute. Was it the eyelashes or those round circles around his big eyes that made him look so adorable? "Will you do your best too?"

"A-AH Um YEAH," Hari could practically feel the smoke escaping her eardrums. Her brain was on fire and nothing could save it. She could practically see her cells screaming for a fire fighter. Her heart hammered away in her chest too fast to be healthy. She was not used to this level of pervert. This was uncharted waters. Overhead, Kankuro was full out laughing. Gaara glanced at her quietly, seemingly waiting for something.

"I'm waiting."

"For what?"

"Two kisses." He replied innocently. HE! HE DIDN'T MEAN-Hari mentally gasped in horror. HE THINKS BABIES WERE FORMED THROUGH KISSING? NO! Hari slammed her head into a wall in her mind. SHE WAS THE PERVERTED ONE ALL ALONG! MERLIN! Hari was horrified. She was mentally slapping herself. Gaara smiled bouncing lightly on his feet, and she could almost see twin racoon ears pop out from his hair. Almost.

"I'm joking." He smirks. She visibly deflates. She thought she would have to go through with the birds and the bees with Gaara! That was a horrifying thought! Hari could practically see her soul escaping her body, she didn't know why but she felt tired already.

Gaara chuckles, it was a beautiful sound that makes her feel rejuvenated…Just a little bit. He turns her hand over to press a kiss on the surface of her palm. Her breath hitched, watching the beautiful male being before her. His lips felt like the brush of butterfly wings on her skin. He glanced up at her from underneath long eyelashes, looking like an incubus after her soul.

"Of course I know how babies are not made that way," Gaara smiled, his eyes reflected the sunlight turning into a pretty apple green. "Although," a frowned showed on his face. "The books always just say that the sperm fertilizes the egg and a foetus is made. How do we do that?" He cocked his head to the side. Hari gave him the WHAT-THE-F*** face. He didn't know! How innocent was Gaara? Her face flickered through so many different emotions at that she was starting to get cheek muscle pains. What had he even been learning in Sex Education? HIS TEACHER WAS A FAILURE AT LIFE! Was this because he was a 'demon'? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THEY WERE SUCH ASSHOLES TO HER DARLING! Or…Did they have no sex education at all? The horror.

"You can teach me!" He beamed revealing pearly white teeth. "I'm a fast learner." Hari was at loss for words. This was horrifying. Could she ask Itachi to just help her? I mean he could even do hands on activities and…shows and tells. Right? On a second thought…She could see Itachi's brows twitching if she ever suggested that. He would probably just look at Gaara and say something like. 'You can just sit on the coach outside, leave it to me.' Then proceed to ravage her himself.

"A-Ah...Um," She swallowed. Man up Hari. Man up. Gaara will lose his manhood if she doesn't stop acting like this. "Your thing gets uh hard-"

"Thing?"

Hari swallowed nervously, "Dick." She whispered.

"Who's that?" Gaara asked. Hari wished the floor would just swallow her into darkness.

"Your male reproductive organ." There she said it.

"How?" He blinked. He doesn't even know this?

"Doesn't it happen to you in the morning?!" Hari gasped at him in horror. He hadn't hit puberty yet?

"I just wait for it to go down...So you mean we can only do it in the morning?" His eyes widened in a seemingly eureka moment. This was getting nowhere! She pulled his hand and stormed right to the section where his siblings were hiding. She swallowed staring at the two people who would become her in laws one day. They glanced up at her surprise, munching on a bag of potato chips. A stolen bag of potato chips. Evil siblings. They didn't hear what Gaara said did they?

"Please tell me you guys at least have sex education!" Hari pleaded, she would kowtow to them if she had to. They glanced at each other.

"Urgh…It's taught if you're in the seduction field of work. Your parents or your jonin sensei will teach you sometimes…" Kankuro replies slowly. His eyes widened in realization, then they shot to Gaara and back to her. "No…" He mumbled. He gets it. This is what happens when Gaara used to be the village's monster.

"YES! Help me please!" Hari begged. She couldn't do this. Sorry Gaara you need a fellow man to help you explain the nitty gritty details. Temari seemed to getting it as well by the rate her face was reddening.

"You're his wife! You're going to do it anyway! Just explain to him!" Kankuro told her. She grimaced. That won't work out so well.

"What do you want me to do? He!" She pulled him closer to hiss into his ear. "He doesn't even know how to wank!" Kankuro met her eye, he snorts.

"It's not funny!" Hari wailed pitifully. Kankuro is barely able to keep in his laughter. He clearly did not plan to help her. Hari glanced at his sister who was shaking her head frantically. Hari groaned she stormed back to Gaara. He glanced up at her in surprise, peering at her with wide turquoise orbs. She waved her fingers spelling privacy and muffling charms, blurring them out from the watchful eyes of other people.

Without a second thought, Hari pressed her lips to Gaara's. He inhaled sharply, surprised by the sudden attack. Soft and warm. There was a bitter sweet tang to his lips, which reminded her of herbal flower tea. The magic was working its way through their veins, getting their hearts accelerating with pleasure, but Hari had kind of built a resistance to it. Kind of.

Hari gently moulded her lips to his, sucking on his lips changing the pale pink to a rosier colour. He gasped surprised by the feeling, allowing her access to his tongue which she gave small tentative licks to. The magic was cosy and warm, and made her feel toasty. However, the pleasure and happiness that came with it remained relentless. It roared through their veins at her touch, flowing under her touch. Gaara's fingers wrapped around her hips, clenching tightly at the unknown feeling of intense pleasure.

She let him get used to it. He explored, carefully winding his tongue over hers, before letting go to press a kiss to her lips. She let him play around on his own, before she attacked. Hari grinded her tongue on the roof of his mouth, the erogenous zone, painting it in slow lazy erotic circles which his brain could easily link to a certain organ of his. Pleasure shoots through her veins, probably escalating into a high for Gaara.

He let out a strangled moan, too stunned by the sudden action to fight back. She could feel his arousal twitching crazily against her body, his fingers clawing into her hips. At least he's not backing out…Hari sped up the process, sensually kissing his lips, going with the rhythm of his increasing pants. Gaara was panting, whining lowly in his throat. Hari smirked, watching those beautiful eyes dilating at the sight of her. Mmhmm. Hot boy in her grasp.

They broke apart, and he greedily gulps air like a dying man. Sweat beads on his forehead and his cheeks are crimson in colour contrasting vividly with his pale white skin. She moved her hips slowly grinding against the male organ that strained in his pants. Gaara's eyes squeezed shut, his mouth opens in a silent scream. He comes apart, exploding in pleasure. She continues her ministration, letting him ride it out and he seemed barely able to take it letting out tiny cute little moans. He has his arms wrapped around her, in a close embrace to steady his trembling legs.

Hari spells his pants clean and glanced up at him, watching as his breathing slows. He was slightly taller than him, all her fiancées were. They would probably grow even taller too. He swallows and glanced down at her. She wondered what her innocent fiancée was going to say after having had his first intense, hard core make out session. Maybe she should have gone easy on him. He'll probably be unused to it…

"Can we do that again?" He asked, his eyes practically sparkling. Hari blinked. That wasn't the answer she was expecting… Well, she shouldn't have expected any less from a teenage pubescent male.

"No, you've got to earn it this time." She replied, unable to resist tapping him on the nose. She turns, dispelling the privacy charm. Hari glanced up to see a whole group of shinobi standing outside with their weapons raised. She blinked. They disappeared in a flash vanishing behind plant pots and shelves. His security huh?

She glanced through her magazine corner, picking out a few of the rated books. Gaara stood beside her curiously watching her as she picked out every single racy, sexual book she could find. Hari cleared her throat, her cheeks turning pink. For some reason, Hari felt a little embarrassed. She turned and placed the stack of books in his arms.

"I want you to read every romantic and pornographic story you can find. Unless, you happen to have better educational books you can read them too." Hari told him, her cheeks burning at her demand. She never expected to ever ask a boy to read porn. Normally they would find it themselves.

"I'm 16."

"You're a Kazekage and a ninja! That's automatically an adult!"

"Oh." Gaara nods. Hari coughed, steeling herself.

"If you don't do it…I'm not going to kiss you again anytime soon!" Hari warned him. Gaara's eyes widened in horror. Oh yes. She has him wrapped around her pinkie finger.

"I'll be back in a week. You better get your homework done." Before he can even protest, she disappears in a swirl of black mist and emerald green.

Gaara frowned deep in thought. He glanced at the books in his hand pursing his lips. He slowly turns to Kankuro his cute disposure disappears revealing his authority. His eyes narrow and they flicker over to his siblings, cold and calculative. His voice is gratingly low.

"Kankuro, Temari, as lord Kazekage of the sand, I demand you to teach me about sex."

Desperate times calls for desperate measures.

-(X.X)-

Itachi was a melancholic young man, since young he had been exposed to the hardships of this world. His childhood was one of pain and sadness, of murder and blood. Sometimes, Itachi would wonder what would have happened if he had not killed his entire clan. Knowing his father, he would have been forced to marry someone against his will. Just like his engagement with Hari.

But, Hari was different. Itachi's heart fluttered at the thought of her. Even though they had only spent a month living together, he felt as if they had stayed together for years. She had squeezed herself into parts of his heart that not even his mother had managed to break through. Itachi did not want to admit it but he was truthfully, irrevocably in love with her.

What would life be like without Hari? The soul bond only worked its magic when his family passed away, when he became one of the last survivors of the Uchiha clan. In other words, if he had not killed his family, he would not have Hari. If he had to choose between his family or to find the one true love of his life. Which would he choose?

Itachi twisted the necklace in his palm, the cool metal felt good on his hot skin. The rings were reshaped to embed a ring of crystal in each piece of silver. The crystals held dense gold energy of his fiancée's magic and having it on made him feel safer. There was this unexplainable feeling of warmth and protection. Itachi idly stroked the area above his heart where her mark lay. It was prove that he was hers, just like how she had his mark of a crow.

But…She was not entirely his. His eyes narrowed, remembering the boy, Naruto. His younger brother's best friend. It displeased him that Naruto partially held claim to the heart of the love of his life. The kazekage of all people as well. Itachi hissed in displeasure. He was never one to share.

His heart felt heavy with the thought of his impending death. He had come to realise that between his family and his lover, he would choose Hari. Itachi chuckled, rubbing his face with his hands. He was a goner. He had fallen so deeply in love with her he could not fathom a life without her. Her face was burnt into his memories and it was those memories that would push him through to the end.

Itachi stumbled slightly, his illness causing him to feel dizzy. His lover, his wife, his queen. She would be angry that he did not see her before going to find Sasuke, but he knew that if he turned back now he would not be able to resist leaving her again. He just hoped that she could let go of him easily. A small smile grazed his lips. At the very least, that little bit of chakra he had placed in Naruto, would allow him to see her one last time.

And tell her how much he loves her just one last time.

Fighting Sasuke passed by like a blur to him, he pushed himself wanting to get rid of the monster that lied in his brother's veins. Only the sound of her laughter in his head and the memory of her eyes allowed for him to press through the pain. He acted, said many things he never meant. Many painful things to his brother. Hari would scold him for that.

It was painful. It was so painful. He wanted to give up. His lungs felt as if they were burning. Still, he pushed on, fighting his brother, successfully getting Orochimaru out of his body. God. His stupid brother. Who would even allow a foreign older male into your own body? He resisted the urge to chuckle, Hari would have found that funny. She would laugh and roll on the floor.

He froze, his lungs had finally given up on him. It hurts. The pain ripped through his body, it felt like someone had stabbed them with a scalding hot iron and was repeatedly stabbing him in the chest. His body jerked reflexively, and he could barely stop a tortured groan from escaping his lips. He pulled at his shirt, his face grimacing from the searing, blinding agony that ripped through his flesh causing his vision to blur and his body to weaken.

He could feel the blood, the familiar taste of iron escape from his throat and he vomits it out into his palm. A cascade of red liquid a shade too dark to be the colour of his fiancée's hair. He was dying. He inhaled, trying to get oxygen back into his lungs but the blood kept on coming and he coughed spitting it out. Help. It hurts. I'm scared. The child inside him whined weakly.

Itachi stepped towards his brother. Every step hurts, a jerk of his body sent a flare of pain through his system. Fire wrecked his body with each shuddering breath. Sasuke was staring up at him, his lips trembling in fear. Brat. Itachi barely managed to crack a smile, lightly tapping Sasuke on his forehead.

"Forgive me, Sasuke." He said softly, a smile on his lips, watching Sasuke fondly. "This will be the last time."

Sasuke stared at him, with a look of confusion. His eyes trained onto his older brother's face. Itachi's vision was getting blurrier by the second and he could barely stand. No. A different kind of pain clawed at his heart. A pain for his lover and for what she would have to go through with a life without him. Harumi. Harumi. Harumi. He didn't want to die. Why did he only realise it when he was about to lose everything?

"Please. Take care…Of your sister-in-law for me. " Itachi coughed, swallowing the blood thickly. A shame that they never did get married. The pervert in him was also sad that they never made love too. Itachi could not bring himself to do so. It would be torturous for her if he died when she was with child. A sharp pain tore at his heart and his body finally gave up. Itachi fell forward, his head slamming against the cool concrete wall. He welcomed the darkness and the end of the pain, he was dreaming.

Dreaming of his brother sitting at their table, the one at their home in the Uchiha compound, eating tomatoes with his best friend Naruto, fighting as usual. Gaara stood at a corner sipping on a mug of tea trying to be the peacemaker. Teenagers.

His sub consciousness took a step towards the familiar kitchen. Instead of his mother, Harumi stood behind the stove. She was glowing and the sunlight was splayed over her angelic face. She turned and smiled at him, her body heavy with child. Dream Hari took his hand, pressing it to her swollen belly.

"Say hello to Daddy."

If this was meant to be heaven…It felt like hell.

-(._.)-

Hari should have known. Itachi was acting fishy these days, but she brushed it off as problems with his mission. Her wrist stung with a pain she never wanted to experience again. Oh no. Shit. Hari glanced at her watch, watching as Itachi's gemstone cracked further, shattering slightly at the edges, slowly but steadily disappearing before her eyes. Oh my god. Itachi… She closed her eyes tightly, he had the necklace which means she could find him. Hari furrowed her brows, reaching out to her magic searching for that spark of red, that red that represented her Itachi. In that darkness, a small shimmer of light blinked and flickered.

There! Hari willed her magic to bring her there, teleporting herself to the area in a swirl of black mist. She closed her eyes, letting the silky cold magic of death engulf her, carrying her to Itachi. Hari's eyes snapped open and she glanced around. That area…Was utterly destroyed. Debris was strewn all over the ground. Huge cracks tore through the earth, and the trees were crushed into smithereens. It looked like someone dropped a few bombs on a building. What kind of fight was this?

She scanned the area. Where was he? Her eyes zeroed in to a particular spot where a large Uchiha clan symbol stood. There! She warped into that area, appearing beside Itachi. She gasped. Her Itachi was so battered and bruised, her heart clenched in horror. Thick red blood strewn all over his body, streaks of dried blood on his skin. No. No. No. Tears obscured her eyes, welling up and spilling out. His eyes stared blankly back at her. Those orbs, no longer looking at her. No longer seeing her as his only one in the world. She loved him so much. So much. But he was…Dead. Dead. DEAD.

"No!" She sobbed hysterically. "You can't die yet you stupid stupid stupid! STUPID." She cried, rubbing the tears and the rain from her eyes. The necklace she had given him, infused with her magic was a dead grey colour. It would heal him when he was closest to death. This meant that he had used it up while fighting. She should have given him more magic. More. More. More. The piercing shards of cold water stabbed into her skin, bringing goose bumps. It reminds her of their water balloon fights, of their dates, of his smiles, his laughter, and their arguments...She remembered that one time after their biggest fight he had come back home drunk.

"How much do you love me?" Hari giggled, brushing back his sweaty bangs. She could never stay angry with him could she?

"I love you this much!" He spread his arms wide, his eyes barely open. Drunkard. He pressed sloppy kisses to her cheeks and she laughed as they tumbled in a heap onto the sofa. "Marry me please?" He whined, looking at her with large onyx eyes. "Please? Please? Please?" He was acting like a kid. How cute. This was so unlike his character.

"Of course I will. As long as you stay alive for me."

"I promise!" He laughed, giggling childishly in her arms.

He broke his promise. He didn't remember much of that night but he broke it. Hari's mind was like a broken record, repeating the words over and over again. He broke it. He broke it. He-Stop. She reminded herself desperately. Revive him. She pressed her hands onto his chest. Magic. She formed the image of the bright crackle of energy. Electricity

She zapped his heart, trying to restart it. His body spasmed violently. Once more. His body was like a sack of meat, jerking upwards only to flail and return back to its dead position. She tried again, and again, and again. But his dead eyes gaze back at her flatly. His body refused to fight. It refused to come back to her. His soul had already passed, even her magic…Hari chocked back a sob. She did not want to see it anymore. Those eyes. She closed his eyes with a brush of her hand.

"I don't want you to die." She warbled, her shoulders heaving. They had so many things left to do. He had to meet Teddy. Meet the Weasleys. He had to put a ring on her finger. He had to marry her. They were going to have a child together. They were going to grow old together. Her mind was screaming in denial. Her heart felt as if it were broken into two, torn and ripped apart. A part of her felt missing, the pain pulsated in her heart, and travelled to her throat. She swallowed. No. Stop it. Tears were flowing from her eyes, she was crying so hard it was almost too hard to breath.

She numbly moved over to where Sasuke lay. He was unconscious, his body injured. She let her magic wash over his body. He would be fine. He would be okay. He would heal. He would get well. But not Itachi. Not her Itachi. What can she do? There must be something. He is not dead! HE IS NOT DEAD! What can she do-

Suddenly, she remembered. It's funny how during the most crucial times you tend to forget the most important things.

"DEATH!" She screamed, her voice was raw with anguish and power. Her skin was radiating magic in waves, angry, sorrowful waves. Lightning flashed across tumultuous clouds, a clap of green. The dark entity appeared beside her, his misty robe tickling at her skin. He looked menacing, having forgone his usual dark cloak he wore in her world. He floated behind her, his white robes draped over his shoulder. His shaggy mane of hair was on full display, the horns on his head even more prominent than usual. His eyes were filled with pity. "Save him. Please." She pleaded.

"Fate…Is not done with him." He rumbles. "However, this defies the balance of life."

"Anything! I will do anything! Just please." Hari held Itachi's body tightly to hers. She was never letting him go. "Please." She begged.

Death reached towards her, revealing a pale bony lavender hand. A ruby red ball of fire formed on his palm. Hari watched entranced by the colour. It was a beautiful soul, not soiled by the colours of evil. It stretched towards her, wanting to touch her.

"But, you have given me Voldemort's soul and for that I will repay the debt." Death hissed. Hari took the glowing orb from Death, clasping it tightly to her chest. It clung to her, comforting her, assuring her. It was warm, and the magic that enveloped it brought happiness that waved through her veins. Her soul was rejoicing, urging her to hold to it tightly. This was Itachi's soul. Death bowed and disappeared in a flurry of white. That was surprisingly easy. Hari sighed, gently stroking the soul.

Hari gently placed the fiery soul over Itachi's heart. Breath. She let her magic engulf his soul, leading it back into his body. Breathe for me. Please. Her magic travelled over his skin, giving it a golden glow. It healed his body, creating new eyes which countered his curse. She lay her head over his chest, listening. His heart started again with a loud thud and he took a sharp intake of air. Itachi. Itachi. Itachi. She laughed. She felt so relieved. He was alive. He was alive. She pressed a kiss to his lips, memorizing the feeling of his warm skin. Itachi you stupid asshole. Hari would one day die of a heart attack because of her suicidal husbands. Mark her words.

My good friend is as innocent as Gaara. He was talking about it during lunch about two years ago, curiously wondering why his-cough-thing wouldn't go down. I wanted to tell him but as the famous quiet, shy and innocent girl in the class. I kept my mouth shut…I'm definitely a closet pervert aren't I?

This chapter feels like a filler. It's a stepping stone for me to get rid of Itachi's suicidal tendencies. I'll see you all soon!

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