Eyes of Fire part II.

"How ironic," Life mused. "I am in love with death." He frowned watching her tears fall down her pale cheeks. The butterflies flitted around her and for a moment he saw her world flicker, it turned into his, barren and chaotic, before changing back to its beauty.

Death looked toward the sky, the tomoe's in his red eyes spinning before he looked to her. He hated to see her cry, it made him want to wipe her tears away but they both knew he couldn't. Frowning at the horrible timing he sighed and stood, making her look up at him with wide eyes.

"I have to go." Her face twisted into anger and she sighed before buring in her face in her hands. He looked down at her one more time before flicking out of existence in their realm.

It was another job, a teenage child had gone through the window of a car that had wrapped around a pole. The teenager was in critical condition while on a stretcher as the doctors tried to revive him. The doctor turned the defibrillator on, and yelled out a 'clear!' before he placed them on the boys chest. The body convulsed upwards but the heart monitor still gave them the high pitch of a flat-line.

Death watched in the corner, unseen to the human eye, his arm stretched out holding the rod of his scythe where the blade was placed precariously over the boys body. The blade was an inch away from his skin, and the boy still was flat-lining.

"Come," Death spoke and he saw the boys' soul beginning to peal out of his body, retracting his scythe he sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

This job never got easier.

The soul sat up, rubbing his eyes before he saw death in the corner. His eyes widened and he himself sighed and closed his eyes, shaking his head. Death rose a brow, knowing the boy felt guilty for doing such a thing to himself, but decided to say nothing. He wasn't there to console him, just to take him to Eden, the place souls resided in their own little splice of afterlife.

Death held out his hands before a flash of white flickered into his vision and he saw Life pushing the boys' soul slowly into his body.

"What are you doing here?" He hissed and she looked at him, calm radiating off her.

"My job." Life clipped back, her pink brow rose before she turned to the boy smiling serenely. "Consider yourself lucky, you've been chosen to live." She kissed the boys' forehead, and Death felt jealously wash over him. Stepping back into a corner parallel to Death's she smiled wide as the boy took a gasp of air, surprising all the doctors around him.

Death watched, eyes narrowed as Life seeped through the window and floated outside in mid-air. He followed and towered over her, black wings sprouting from his back shrouded them together. She stared up at him wide eyed, as his black eyes turned red.

"I'm here because i was called to revive him at the last second." Life spoke and watched in horror as his hand reached up to her cheek. Closing her eyes tightly she waited for their world to fall away, waited to loose him forever, but all she felt was the slight pressure of a palm on her cheek. Life stared up at him wide eyed and lifted her own trembling hand to his own face.

Cold skin met her warm hand and she gave him a shaky laugh. For once the corners of his mouth quirked up and she laughed again, running her hands through his hair. She ran her hands over his neck, his horns, over his shoulders and onto his chest. Death simply held her cheek, before running his thumb over her lips.

Green eyes stared up at his red ones and she leaned into him as his lips landed upon hers...

..and the world went white.

Waking up back in their realm was not his intention, he doubted it was even hers as well, but they were in a different place. It was bright white and he saw nothing but white walls and white floors. He rubbed his hands over his face before looking to his left and seeing Life, sprawled out and unconscious. He reached out, cradling her in his lap, as he simply stared.

She'd always been beautiful to him, beautiful and untouchable, but now they were together in some odd place and surprisingly he didn't mind it. As long as they were together, finally together where they could hold hands or something, it didn't matter to him.

Her eye lids fluttered open and she stared up at him, smiling wide.

"Death." She spoke, reaching up to him, his hand grasped hers and she sat up, leaning against him. "Where...?" He shrugged and looked up to see to figures now in front of them. Wide red and green eyes watched as both of their predecessors came into their view.

Mito, Life's mother, stood there watching them with an eerily calm expression, but Life was terrified of it. How could her mother be here when she'd faded into nothing when Life took her place?

Death stared at his own predecessor with the same amount of horror. Madara, he'd once been named, stood next to Mito looking at him with a blank expression as well. Death had forgotten how intimidating his predecessor was; his horns curled back in an odd shape, while his wings looked torn from battle, not whole like Itachi's.

"W-what are you two doing here?" Mito gave Life a warm smile and Life shuddered. Death's grip on the woman he loved tightened and they stood. Life's own hand tightened on the black shirt he wore, and he glared at the two.

"I guess it happened as you predicted Mito." Madara spoke and she looked at him, tilting her head and raising her brow.

"I am never wrong Madara, you should know that by now." The man rolled his eyes and grunted.

"You knew this would happen?" Death asked, furious. The two looked at him and Life, staring with such intensity that Death had to will himself not to look away.

"Yes," Mito spoke looking at Life. "You two were destined to break the rules from the beginning."

"Then why do this?!" Life yelled, her own anger flaring. Mito frowned at her daughter and sighed warily.

"You two are not normal souls." Life's eyes widened.

"I'm a soul?" She whispered and Death glanced at her before staring at Mito. The woman nodded and the pinkette stared at the floor.

"How are we not normal?" Death demanded and Madara narrowed his eyes at him.

"Decade after decade you two would meet, in some way, whether it be a glance or a formal meeting." Madara stated, crossing his arms over his chest. Life looked up at them, regaining what little confidence she had left.

"It usually started with a touch, whether it be accidental or purposely." -Life and Death glanced at their intertwined hands.- "And then both of you would be ripped apart so quickly it damaged you both." Mito finished and Madara glanced at her.

"We could never intervene just watch as you two would suffer and ultimately die in some way." Life flinched and Death's hold tightened on her.

"Fate is a fickle bitch." Mito chimed and her gaze softened on them. "So the last time both of you passed we decided to intervene then, see if we could get you two to stay together even after you met." She tilted her head. "We made a deal Fate that if you two could take our place for a certain amount of time without touching, that he would grant your souls the ability to stay with each other throughout your different lifetimes."

"...Did we do it?" Itachi whispered, so quietly that they had to strain to hear the words. Mito frowned and Madara's feature's stayed blank and in that moment Life cried, her hands running over Death. "Change it!" He yelled startling them all. "Convince him, you must do something!" He yelled but the two Elders stayed silent as he turned to Life, the one person he'd always loved, and placed his hands on her face softly. She stared up at him, with wide green orbs, and pulled him towards her kissing him fiercely.

Wind roared around them and suddenly a force began to rip them apart in opposite directions. Life screamed, grasping onto his hands so tightly it hurt. They didn't care though, no amount of pain could compare to them losing each other once more.

"I'll find you!" He screamed over the roaring wind. "I swear I'll find you Sakura!" She smiled then, through the tears.

"I won't stop looking for you Itachi!" She screamed. "I love you!" Their fingers were slipping apart, holding on barely.

"And i you." Their hands were ripped apart from each other and they disappeared into nothingness.

"Will you really change nothing Tobirama?" Red eyes glanced at Mito as he watched the scene of them being ripped apart. They disappeared and he sighed, turning away from the original Death and Life.

"Maybe." Madara grunted and Mito scowled, before Tobirama laughed and they both looked at him with raised brows. "You know," He began to fade. "They both passed, right?"

Present Day.

A woman with waist long pink hair ran through the campus of Konoha University, her first three classes of the day had finished and now she ran through the courtyard to make it to her fourth that was located across the campus. Scowling she dodged through the crowds, side-stepped Lee who tried asking her out for the millionth time, and jumped over Naruto who was crying over his split ramen.

Grinning in triumph she glanced back briefly before turning to look straight again only run into something solid. Her papers went flying as well as her books as she tumbled to the ground with a squeal.

"Ouch~!" She groaned sitting up and rubbing her shoulder. "I've been doing this all year and this happens to me now." Green eyes searched for the culprit and she was surprised to see an outstretched hand held in front of her. Lookng up further she saw a man, a bit older from her own 19 year old self. His hair was dark and fell between his shoulder blades in a low pony-tail, black eyes stared at her with slight concern, while pale skin reflected starkly against his own black coat.

Taking his hand, he helped her stand and she smoothed back her hair before he crouched down and picked up her fallen books.

"I'm so sorry." She mumbled taking the books from him and he shook his head, before smirking slightly.

"Its fine," He shrugged and a wave of deja-vu swept over her. "I see you do that everyday i guess i should've watched where i was going." The woman blushed and she sighed before holding out her hand.

"I'm Sakura, Sakura Haruno." His hand took hers and the world around her twisted as her eyes widened.

"Itachi Uchi...ha..."

Their eyes met and they knew.

ta-daa! :D

i finally got it done (: please excuse the miss-spells i wrote this very late at night.