Disclaimer: Naruto got owned by Kishi the Moto

Summary: Itachi needs a girlfriend to gain power and instantly meets a girl from his clan. Shuiro has no idea whats going on and enjoys his company. The last time though he left her kind of abruptly. What is he up to?

A/N: Here goes some romance - or as romantic as it can be with Itachi's character lol

It was late at night, when he returned from one of his missions. The emptiness that appeared every time when he killed, accompanied him. His whole body was filled up with it – made him feel like he was just a hollow shell. His hands were covered in blood - But not a single drop belonged to him.

He lifted his head and looked up to the lattice that was half hidden behind the blooming Sakura- tree. He recognised her hair on the edge of the top. She had been waiting for him – and fell asleep again. The gesture made something with the emptiness in him. Something moved within – but as always, he couldn't understand it and forgot about it for the moment.

Instead he thought of his goal, what he had to do for it and clenched determined his fists. He bended down, reached for a small stone and threw it at the top.

"AH!" He heard her damped voice. Her head moved up, their eyes met. "Itachi! You're here!" She stood up with still shaky legs from her nap and climbed down the lattice. Her steps got slower before she stopped in front of him. Her usual, small smile had a shy touch. In the light of the streetlamp he could see a rose shade on her cheeks. "How was your mission?"

He didn't answer, just looked impassive at her. For the first time the silence between them was filled with tension. She breathed in deeply and blinked, irritation coming up.

She wanted to start babbling, as he gripped her shoulders and pushed her back. In surprise she took the steps back until she hit the pillar of the lattice. She turned her head from the side back to him, having no idea what the heck was going on.

The same second he crashed his lips on her.

Her eyes widened.

It had absolutely nothing romantic. Quite the contrary: It hurt to be pressed against the wood like that, his grip on her shoulder hurt too. Even his lips felt hard and uncomfortable against hers – without any movement, just pressed together tightly. She got over her shock, laid her hands on his shoulders and pushed him gently away.

He reacted, moved his head back. His cat-like eyes starred at her in an incomprehensible way, took in every so tiny movement of her.

"Itachi…" She started quietly, lowered her head under his inquisitor-like glare. "You're hurting me…" It made him blink. His hand seemed to hold onto and push her all by itself. Quickly he removed it. She massaged the aching area, tried to understand, what was going on in him.

She decided to make a joke and asked with a small smile: "Was this supposed to be a kiss?"

The wrinkle between his eyes showed up. She had unsettled him. Once again.

"Yeah", He finally said in a harsh tune.

"Ähm… may I… show you something?" She asked shyly smiling and took one step to him. Still he starred at her, as if she was a foreign object that suddenly had started to move on his own.

Her left hand shook in slight nervousness, as she placed it on his blood covered shoulder. Her look wandered over his throat, his impassive face expression to his eyes. Even in those she couldn't figure out what was thinking or feeling.

Slowly she leaned forward, closed her eyes and touched his lips gently with hers. He'd winced back in the last moment, had risen his hands in an act of defence. Though he had stopped on half of the way and let his hands sink slowly again. She touched his right with her left hand, first just with the back - and eventually she linked her pinky with his thumb.

His eyes were half closed. He still didn't know what to do with this new feeling that had come up with her warm lips on his – with her nearness. She turned her head, kissed him again, leaned more into him. Their chests touched. Her pinky stroked softly over his thumb.

His lids closed completely.