This is Aki's POV. ;) Reviews, please?

I impatiently pulled his black cloak off of him—exposing his bare chest. He didn't mind, although he was only in his black training pants. I snuggled closer to his chest, feeling his warmth. "Don't leave me," I pleaded. "I won't," he assured as he gently stroked my hair. I looked up to meet his gaze. He gently kissed my forehead. His lips brushed lightly against my forehead down to my nose and to my lips. Our lips suddenly met in a fevered rush. His lips were gentle, and the kiss gradually intensified. He pulled away and we were both panting like crazy. I blinked, trying to calm my heart down. Before I could speak a word, he pulled me closer to his chest. "Oyasumi," he whispered. I sighed contentedly as I closed my eyes.

At morning, he was gone. It felt like a dream. Yes... it must be a dream. But it felt so real... I shook my head and rubbed my eyes. Sunlight crept in through the sheer curtains. I got up and took a cold shower. It was hard not to think about it. Every time I think about something else, he ends up creeping back into my mind. I dressed myself up and slipped on my Akatsuki cloak. "Aki? Are you there?" a voice boomed. "Y-yeah," I answered. "Come on," he replied. I quickly got my stuff and yanked the door open. Itachi studied my face carefully. "Did you sleep well? You don't look good," he commented. "I'm fine," I lied. We were already in the training grounds when Itachi suddenly stopped. "Damn, I forgot the box..." he muttered. "I'll get it for you. Where is it?" I offered. "It's in my room, near the laboratory," he answered. My muscles tensed, and I bolted through the corridors. I suddenly pulled to a stop as I neared the laboratory.

"You can't be serious!"

"I am, Konan."

"B-but how? And when?"

"That doesn't matter."

"Think of yourself, Nagato!"

"I am thinking of myself!"

"What would Yahiko say if he knew of this? If he was alive right now?"

[SFX: thud, crash of glass]

"Konan, you are not in my position. Do not drag Yahiko into this. All of these concern only me and Aki. And above all, never call me Nagato ever again."

My head was suddenly confused. Nagato? Yahiko? What do these names mean? And why are they arguing about me? I was suddenly frantic when I heard footsteps. I quickly rushed into Itachi's room, picking up the black box. I sped to the training grounds, where Itachi was waiting. "Shall we?" he asked. We proceeded with our training. Itachi was more careful, maybe because I didn't look well. I can't blame him. I was really pale and I didn't look relaxed, like I used to. I sighed in frustration. "Pass for today?" Itachi asked. I nodded weakly. I walked slowly to my favourite Sakura tree. I sat down. There was a breeze, followed by the rustling leaves. I closed my eyes, listening. "Tired?" My head snapped up. "Pein..." I whispered. Another breeze winded in, his hair fluttering in the wind. His hand gently caressed the side of my face as he sat down beside me. "What's wrong?" he asked. "N-nothing. I didn't sleep well last night," I stammered. "Last night.." he murmured. He rested his head against the tree trunk, his eyes focused on the clouds. "Last night wasn't a dream." He whispered. I sighed in relief. Somehow, I was glad that it wasn't just a dream. I lay my head on his shoulder, smiling.

If he was a dream, I would never want to wake up.