Hello! I hope you'll like this chapter!

Disclaimer: I own the OCs in this fic, the rest is Masashi Kishomoto's. Sorry for any spelling mistakes or any OCCness.

Smut in the chapter, you are warned!

Character age:

Akane, Itachi: 24

Naruto, Sasuke: 19

Shisui: 28

Kakashi: 33

"There's no damage showed in your scans…everything is fine physically speaking," Dai stated, yet his posture was stiff. "Aneki said she couldn't actually keep doing your job forever though, so you're gonna have to put up with your memory loss and getting back to duties."

"Of course, there's no reason I can't actually do them if I'm given the context," I agreed, knowing Itachi was tense next to me.

"And Haku knows everything you were working on before leaving. I can handle the hospital on my own for most of it." I nodded.

"I don't think staying home wondering about the past five years is going to do me any good anyway. My brain needs to function normally and go back to a routine if I want to remember things, right?"

"I can't agree more with that."

"Last time she remembered everything out of sudden," Itachi intervened, leaning against the wall and his arms crossed.

"Yeah, but we can't think the same is going to happen. It's seeing Sasuke that did it years ago, so I'm not sure what would right now. Anyway Uzu, you're free to go. Just stay away from the Land of Gods or whatever it's called."

"Trust me I will." I got up and I went to the door, Itachi grabbing my hand. "Thanks for the scan, Dai, have a good day!"

"Wait!" I looked at him above my shoulder and blinked at him. He glanced briefly at my hand in Itachi's and rubbed the back of his neck. "Never mind, see you later guys." Once outside the hospital, I glanced at the building with a frown.

"He was weird," Itachi stated, voicing my thoughts out loud.

"You guys are friends now?" He nodded.

"I like to think so at least," he added.

"Nee-chan!" We looked at Naruto running our way.

It was still strange to see him, or Itachi, in Kiri, and to see Kiri changed. It was not like before but was progressing well and most probably would be a little different from what I had known previously.

"Is everything okay then?" I nodded. "Good, we need to go see Ushio." I froze at that. It was not that Naru did not tell me about…how my father turned out, but still. Itachi felt it and squeezed my hand. I squeezed it back.

"To tell him about Masashi I guess?" He nodded.

"Mei-san said it would be good to break the news to him as he is planning on staying here for a few weeks. He's old, he needs rest before traveling again and from your family history…well, apparently Ushio does not like him very much."

"Yeah, it's better to break the news to him before he sees him randomly."

"Are you sure?" Itachi asked me quietly. I nodded.

"Yup! Dai said it, I need to go back to a regular life and family drama is a part of it."

"Oh, and Haku secured a room for you in the Mizukage Tower," Naruto continued for him. "He turned it into an office quickly. It's not the best, but he said you'd do with it as he accepted to leave the apartment."

"Yeah, I can't deny that," I agreed, elbowing Itachi in the ribs. "I hope you didn't develop too big of a taste for luxury in that big office of yours." He rolled his eyes.

"Shikamaru already sent a few things apparently that got here a few minutes ago. Sakura-chan said she'd fill in for him while you're here."

"And Sasuke?"

"With Min and Hyo. Hyo isn't sure if he wants to go back either, at least live on the Eastern Continent after everything."

"It's understandable," Itachi said, letting go of my hand. "I'll leave you two to your family business then." His eyes lingered on me for a second longer, as intense as they had been since I woke up and he left. I watched him leave quietly.

Itachi looked good from behind.

"Nee-chan, we have to go too." I looked back, noticing Naru was already leaving, his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, sorry!" I was by his side quickly and he glanced at me from the corner of his eyes.

"Is everything okay with Itachi?" I blushed and nodded.

"He's very patient and doesn't push me into anything. He…lets me decide of what I want to do and when I want to do it."

"Gross." I deadpanned at him. "But good. I mean, I wasn't expecting him to force you to do anything anyway, he's not like that."

"I did say I still wanted to be his girlfriend though, even if…"

"As I said, gross." I deadpanned at him, again, and he crossed his hands behind his head. "You're in love with him still?"

"Yes. The memories are gone but somehow, the feelings came back quickly." I sighed. "At least I feel connected to what I lost."

"What is lost can be found Nee-chan."

We quietly reached a small cabin near the old Clan district. My father, after the war, was released from jail in Kiri. He was stuck in Kiri though and was not allowed to leave it or he'd be considered a criminal again. From what Haku told me as we were going home yesterday, he could live in relative freedom in the village in exchange of his talents to help the village thrive, which he apparently accepted easily. His cabin was not in the village though, as people wouldn't like that very much.

"It's empty," Naruto stated after knocking, peeking inside through the window. I tried to locate my father's chakra, but nothing.

"He's not here." Naruto pursed his lips.

"You told me he often was on his parents' graves before you left."

"There's a cemetery for the old clans now?" I wondered out loud.

"Yeah. I know where it is, come on."

"It sucks," I muttered as I followed him.

"What?"

"You know my own village better than I do." I shook my head under his gaze. "It's nothing, let's go."

My breath was caught in my throat when I recognized my father's back once in the cemetery. He was kneeling in front of two graves, his head low.

He heard us though as he stood up and turned around, raising a brow at us.

"You're still here Naruto?" My cousin nodded and walked up to him, not scared or tense as I stayed back. They exchanged a few words and my father's eyes found me, who had not moved from my spot. "It explains the tension and her nervousness." I frowned. "What did you need me for?"

"Your grandfather is in town." Dad furrowed his brows at Naruto.

"Repeat that?"

"We went to the Eastern Continent to get Nee-chan, there are a lot of Uzumakis still alive there, those who fled during the massacre and Masashi was part of them. He exiled himself until we found him with Haku."

"Huh."

"You're not even surprised he's still alive!?"

"Not really no. I never believed he died in the attack either, but never brought it up to my mother." He clenched and unclenched his fists by his sides. "So, he is in Kiri in all places?"

"He's not fond of it either, but he can't go to Konoha until proper rest."

"You bet. He's over a hundred that old…" My father exhaled slowly.

He did not like his grandfather.

"Did he say anything to you Akane?" I blinked, taken back at being talked to.

"He ignored me but did help in saving my life apparently."

"Well, at least he did something good," he muttered under his breath. "The ignoring part is not surprising. He dealt with me when he had to but never recognized me as his grandson. He slapped me the one time I called him 'grandpa'."

"And it's not even the lack of honorific or anything?" He shook his head.

"Straight-up resentment toward Mom's choice to leave Uzushio for Dad. As you have guessed by now, I'm not a big fan of him."

"Yeah well, we just told you so you wouldn't be surprised if you see him around."

"Thanks. Although you brought him back with you so…yeah." Without a word, I walked past them and looked down at the grave.

I grazed the letters of my grandmother's name with the tip of my fingers. She left her village because she was in love and her father disowned her. I knew it was the way of old times but still…and she was young too I think so…

It was a lot; thank God my grandfather was apparently so in love with her he supported her all the way.

I frowned, a flash of red hair and black eyes in my mind. She used to wear a red kimono.

My memory seemed to be able to be triggered, it was good.

We left the cemetery, and after finding Haku to ask him if I had discovered anything about my grandmother, I went back home. The few people I saw on the way would greet me calling me 'Mizukage-sama' and it did not make me want to have a walk or anything. I just spent the afternoon looking through my stuff, hoping something else would trigger my memory. Naruto left after lunch when I started to cover the floor of my living-room with everything I owned.

It was what Itachi came home to. I didn't respond when he said he was home and found me surrounded by my clothes, books, everything, in my room.

"Did you have the sudden urge to reorganize everything?"

"Not exactly." I looked at him above my shoulders, scrunching my nose to keep my glasses from sliding off. I was still not used to have glasses now, even if Sasuke didn't shy away from telling me the reason why. "My memories were triggered today." He raised a brow and leaned against the doorway, his arms and legs crossed.

"In what situation?"

"My father was at the cemetery and when I walked to my grandmother's grave, I just had a flash of her I think, red hair, black eyes, red kimono…then I went to Haku to ask him, and he told me I had…an encounter with her ghost and that it matched the description I gave of her." I ran a hand in my hair, staring harshly at the white-bladed katana I had. It used to be a nodachi apparently. "But…now I'm reassured I can remember so…it's good."

"Don't put pressure on yourself Akane."

"I want to remember, that's all!" I replied, raising my voice without thinking. "I want to remember how we came to be in a relationship, the time I spent training Sasuke, how Naruto became the man he is now, and all of this from my own point of view! I…" I bit the inside of my cheek, raising my head to look at the ceiling. "I want to remember my life and I don't know why it's not as quick as before."

"Dai said you didn't find a possible trigger for it," he replied calmly, not changing his behavior despite my outburst. "And knowing what occurred these past five years, maybe it is better to remember things here and there at first." I pursed my lips. I could be very patient on some things, but I wanted my memories back now. "Don't rush things."

"Hum." I heard him sigh slightly at my response and I looked at him above my shoulder. "Can Sasuke stay once you guys leave?" He raised a brow.

"Are you asking or is he asking?"

"You know the answer already." He looked through the window.

"What are his arguments?" he asked me stiffly. Itachi and Sasuke did seem to be at odd with each other. Itachi didn't talk about it, but Sasuke did briefly, saying Fugaku-san's death split them apart the hard way. He didn't get into details though.

"You'd be at ease if he were to stay knowing my 'condition' as he put it." Itachi scoffed, shaking his head.

"Unbelievable."

"I don't mind him staying, and I can allow him to anyway, but I reminded him you could tell him to go home. Although, I think I should add he said he was planning on going home for Christmas if not earlier." Itachi's eyes found mine, surprised and…relieved.

"Did he really say he'd go home?" I nodded. He thought about it for a few seconds. "I guess it should be fine then. I'll talk to him tomorrow; I know when we're leaving anyway."

"Really? When?"

"In three days." I widened my eyes in shock. "I know, it's earlier than even I expected but Shikamaru sent some concerning information that Mei-san confirmed so I have to go back."

"Is it that ba…" I slapped a hand on my forehead. "Shit, Naruto is nineteen?" Itachi nodded. "It's the moon, isn't it?"

"It is."

"The situation is bad, you've got to go back," I agreed under my breath. But shouldn't I…also participate in this instead of sensei? It was…

"For now, just listen to the Fifth's advice." It really was as if he could read my thoughts. "I brought sushi for dinner."

"What time is it?"

"Almost time to eat," he said, leaving the room. I looked at the mess the room was and sighed, knowing deep down Itachi was right. I cleaned the mess I did and went to the kitchen.

I stared at Itachi, who was getting the table ready for dinner after cleaning the living-room enough so that we could at least sit in the couch without troubles. I clenched my toes, wanting to hug him after not having seen him in several hours, the stress he was under visible from the stiffness of his body. But I didn't and we ate quietly instead, Itach asking me what I had done once we were over with my father. He smiled softly when I explained why I didn't spend time outside.

"Do you want to use the bathroom first?" I rolled my eyes and took what he had in his hands to put them in the sink.

"Just go, I'll do the dishes." He smirked.

"Yes Ma'am." I blushed a little.

When Itachi exited the bathroom, shirtless and drying his hair, not really seeing me, I was more than happy. He didn't pay attention to me or the blush on my cheeks and the obvious interests in my eyes at seeing him shirtless, staring at his muscled back as he went in the bedroom.

I took a cold shower. He was more…thick I guess, than before because he was healthy and didn't have to fight his disease with the little strength food gave him…and he had a healthier, more stable lifestyle overall and I could see it in his body…he was still lean, but not as much and maybe even more muscular a little.

I hit my forehead against the wall of my shower when I wondered how it was in his pants. I mean…we were dating so it wasn't as improper as if he was still with Izumi but…

When did they break up again?

I slipped on some deep blue shorts with a camisole the same color and froze when I was outside of the bedroom. Wasn't it too revealing? I mean, I knew he had seen me with less and most probably sexier attires as I'd put the effort into it, Itachi would have funny reactions to me in sexy things and this Itachi was the same, I just knew it, but...maybe not now?

I took a deep breath and entered the bedroom. He wouldn't do anything I wouldn't want; I knew it so….

I blushed a little and the appreciative and interested glint in his dark eyes as they followed me until I joined him in bed.

"I'm sorry if my staring made you uncomfortable."

"Not at all."

"Akane."

"Hum?"

"You're on the edge of the bed, clearly I made you uncomfortable." I pursed my lips. "I can go back on the floor if you prefer, it's no issue at all." I shook my head.

"It's fine, I'm not…I'm uncomfortable, well was, but in a good way." He raised a brow.

"Oh," he said after a few seconds. "Well, it's…" He was at a loss for word. "Rest assured that I wouldn't put a hand on you if you didn't want me to, even if you were naked next to me." I nodded and covered myself up to my shoulders.

"And the same goes for me." He raised both brows and I put my hands on my face with a whine. "It did not…man…"

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you're trying to get in my pants after the way you checked me out earlier."

"You knew!?" He smirked.

"I know when I'm stared at, and I care about it if you're the one doing the staring."

"Smooth talker," I muttered under my breath. He chuckled at that and went back to the book he was reading.

I stole a glance at him, then his chest. He had put a shirt on. I pursed my lips and slowly, I crept to him, slipped under his left arm and rested my head on his chest, my arms on it as well.

"Making yourself comfortable?" I nodded, knowing he sported an amused smirk. "Did you want a hug earlier too?" I nodded more slowly. "You don't have to be shy about it, I'll enjoy not being the clingy one for once." I scoffed.

"Right, you being clingy." He didn't say anything, and I looked up with a frown. "Wait, really?" He nodded, now with a sheepish face.

"Is it that hard to fathom?"

"Well…you don't strike me as…you know, enjoying a lot of physical…"

"I don't, not really." I pursed my lips. "But I love being the center of your attention, physical or mental attention." I buried my burning face in his shirt.

"I hate you," I said, my voice muffled by the fabric against my mouth.

"You're doing a poor job at showing it." I hit him weakly on the chest.

He went back to reading and I started reading his book too. I didn't know the story, and I didn't really care because all I could think of was how warm and comforting Itachi was. I wouldn't be surprised if I were to doze off like this.

Eventually, I did. One minute I was reading, the next the lights were off, and I was in Itachi's arms, my face nestled in the crook of his neck. I couldn't help but shudder when Itachi shifted a little, feeling his knee between my legs pressing against my crotch. With the kind of thoughts I had had about him…it was sensitive, a little too much.

I squeaked when he moved again, one arm around my mid-section, the hand buried in my hair while the other was beneath the first one, his hand just above my butt. He pulled me closer to him, his chin on my head.

I was hot. This situation…and position…and each time he or I would move his knee would brush over…and my shorts were thin…

Oh god, I didn't want to get turned on by a sleeping Itachi!

"Don't be shy Akane…" I heard him whisper sleepily. I shot him a quick glance and, even in the darkness of the room, I could see the least innocent smirk of all on his lips.

Well, if he was having a dirty dream about me, then maybe I could ride his thi…

Oh god, Akane, no! No matter if Itachi was your boyfriend or not, don't do things to people in their sleep, without their consent!

I couldn't help myself but moan under my breath when he raised his knee before he moved his leg, his thigh now between my legs instead of his knee.

"Akane?" he called me sleepily. "Are you awake?"

"Yes," I replied quietly.

"You're tense."

"Huh."

"Is everything okay?"

"You're…" I bit my bottom lip, and he lifted my face up to him. His hand tensed on my cheek.

"Why are you…turned on?" It didn't take much to notice.

"Your leg Itachi, it's been moving back and forth in your sleep!" I whined weakly.

"Like that?" He did it again and I put my hand against my mouth. None of us said anything for a few seconds and I was too nervous to move a finger. "I can move away if you want to or…"

"Or…?" I felt him gulping.

"You could get your release the way you want to." I blushed a bright red, not that he could see it.

"I…I…are you…sure?"

"Absolutely. And whether you want me to actively take part of it is up to you."

"It's not fair to you." He sighed deeply in my hair, his hand rubbing my skin over my top on my lower back. "You said you wanted to…"

"I know, not seeing you for a long time and almost losing you forever does this to me, I want it even more than usual. But if you want some release without…I'm not an animal." I knew that. Without a word, I put my hand on his shoulders and put my forehead against his.

I started to go back and forth on his thigh, gasping at the delicious feeling that started to fill my entire body. Itachi's hand followed my rhythm, and he licked his lips. I closed my eyes, only focusing on what I was feeling. I could feel how Itachi was tensing more and more as I was pleasuring myself.

I stopped.

"Akane?" I pressed my mouth firmly against his. He didn't respond at first, but it only lasted for a few second. His hand cradled my cheek and his tongue found mine, moving in sync knowingly with it.

It felt good. It felt so good and so right…Itachi was letting go of whatever frustration he had from not kissing me and I couldn't deny I felt the same way.

His other hand went to my butt hesitantly and when I moaned, fondled it softly. We broke the kiss, now out of air and Itachi went for another one. It wasn't before five minutes spent making out with each other did we stop, my forehead against his and panting.

"Your hand…"

"My hand?" I nodded.

"Can you…I want…"

"You want me to use my hand and my fingers on you sweetheart?" I blushed and nodded again, his warm breath hitting the bridge of my nose. "You're quite demanding in the middle of the night."

"If you don't want to it's fin…"

"I can use my tongue and my mouth as well." My heart missed a beat. "Would you like that?" I nodded shyly. He kissed my lips lovingly and turned me on my back, his lips not leaving mine. "Can I touch you?" he asked against my lips.

"Please," I almost begged.

"And turn on the lig…"

"Oh my God Itachi, yes!" I said, exasperated. He turned on the light on my nightstand. "Sorry but I'm…you…"

"I can't pleasure you if I'm not a hundred percent sure you're comfortable with me," he explained quietly.

"I am comfortable with you. I made the first move." I stole a kiss from him. "I'm not pressured or anything, I…I want this."

"Just promise me to tell me to stop if you want me to." I nodded. He kissed me again, his hands lingering on my breast, fondling them.

Even if it was over my clothes, it still lit my skin on fire. I knew, deep down, that I wouldn't feel like oral, nor his fingers, would be enough. I needed to have him entirely, to have, feel this connection with him. I wanted his hands all over my body, feel his skin against mine…

He removed my shorts and panties gently. I closed my legs as a reflex and he kissed my knee, his hands fondling my thighs.

"Your shirt." He blinked at me. "I'm half-naked, you're half-naked." He chuckled against my knee, sending shivers in my leg and directly up my thigh to an already sensitive area. He did remove his shirt though and I opened my legs, not feeling an ounce of shame at this.

His hands ran up and down my inner thighs, then his fingers traced my folds. I shuddered at this.

"You're already so wet…," he muttered under his breath.

"Itachi…" He looked at her. The dim light of the room was making her even more sensual. Her red cheeks, swollen lips and lust-filled eyes were cracking every boundary he erected when she woke up. The strap of her camisole had slipped from her shoulder to her arm, her right breast almost entirely visible. He gulped, his throat dry.

He had woken up from a very graphic dream with Akane only to see it come true, or partly true depending on where she wanted him to stop. He would be lying if he said he wanted her to tell him to stop because frankly, with her half-naked, her legs opened to him and the pleasure on her face, it was the last thing he wanted to do.

He didn't waste any more time and buried his face between her legs, Akane arching her back when his tongue got to work. Her fingers were in his hair in an instant when he inserted one, then two fingers inside of her, sucking on the bundle of nerves begging for his attention.

There was no moan though. He looked up and frowned. Akane had her eyes closed and was lost in pleasure, but she was biting on her top. He was happy with the sight of her breasts, but he wanted the moans.

He let go of one of her legs and yanked on her top.

"What…"

"I want your moans," he said darkly against her, his dark, lustful gaze on her.

"It's…" His fingers found her G-spot and she moaned, unprepared, before putting a hand on her mouth. "It's just really…"

"Don't hide your reactions from me Akane," he said softly. "I want all of them." He was getting drunk on her moans and pleas for more as well. "Please?"

"Alright." It was not helping the raging boner he now had, but he missed all of the sounds she made when they were making love.

Her moans got louder, and her breathing fastened, but he did not change his pace. Her apartment was soundproof, something they did after her father was dealt with, and he wanted her to focus on what she was feeling and not anything else.

"Itachi!" she moaned, louder as she came, squeezing his fingers. Her body spasmed from her orgasm as he kept licking. She tasted as sweet as he remembered. He showered her flesh with kisses, tracing the contraceptive seal with his tongue.

Itachi straightened up, took a paper tissue on the nightstand, and sat on his heels, wiping his mouth, as she caught her breath.

"You know what to do with your tongue," Akane told him, peering at him through her lashes.

"I know your body." She chuckled weakly and sat, looking at him up and down. She placed her finger on his chest and glid it down slowly, shivers following her trail down to the bulge in his boxers. She sensually moved her finger around on it, making him look at the wall behind her.

Without a word, she lowered his underwear, her hand going up and down his shaft as she was kissing his jawline.

"Would you make love to me?" she whispered in his ear. The shyness there was in her for the past few days seemed to have vanished after she climaxed.

"I'd love to," he replied. If she did not have her hand around him, he would already be inside of her.

He found himself on his back, Akane half on him, her soft lips on his neck or chest as her hand kept going.

"Akane," he grunted, wanted more than a hand job, even if he was enjoying her touch. It was the first time in weeks she was touching him, and he was not ashamed to admit he was touch starved. How could he not when Akane was his girlfriend?

He really had to put a ring on her finger at some point. Building a life together and staying boyfriend and girlfriend didn't sit right with him, at all, and the way Samuru disregarded their relationship so easily…

That man almost took everything from him. In the back of his mind, when they started kissing, the thought that Samuru had been the last man to touch her lips and not him made him mad, the need to reclaim them strong in him.

"You're not enjoying it." He blinked and looked at Akane. The confidence that seemed to have gained her was gone. She was nervous now.

"I am enjoying it very much," he denied. She didn't seem to believe him.

"You were frowning."

"I was thinking of something else." She retreated her hand, Itachi cursing himself for saying that. "No, it's…that man tried to marry you and would kiss you and I saw it so…I thought about this when we kissed and then it went too far, it has nothing to do with me enjoying what you're doing or not." He swapped their position, pampering her face with kisses. "I love your touch."

"Really?" He raised a brow at the uncertainty on her face. "My instincts tell me I know what to do but I can't help it and fear I'm not doing everything right."

"Don't overthink it please." He kissed her forehead. "Trust me when I say you don't need to do much to turn me on and pleasuring me." She blushed a little but was content with the information.

"You're tough competition." He chuckled. "Well, I guess now you're on top we're going to the next step."

He settled between her legs and ran his tip over her entrance, making her shiver. Slowly, he entered her until he was fully in.

"Welcome home." He blinked, like her. "Huh? Sorry, it just came ou…" He kissed her, his heart beating wildly.

It was good.

He set a slow but deep pace, leaning on one of his hands as the other was on her thigh, raising her leg against him. Akane had one hand on the nape of his neck, the other on his chest, his eyes drinking in the sight of her lost in pleasure thanks to him.

It was sweet, gentle yet passionate, because even if she didn't remember, he wanted her to know he loved and worshipped every inch of her. He couldn't get enough of her sweet touch on his skin, or her lips against his, the taste of her skin and the sweet moans coming from her.

"You feel so good sweetheart, so perfect for me…" he whispered lustfully in her ear.

"Itachi…" she moaned looking away, the back of her hand hiding her mouth.

He knew he was too intense sometimes and that she struggled to match it, but he couldn't help it. He wanted everything she was giving him and not shy away from it.

She came shortly before him, Itachi kissing and swallowing her moan like she did with his. It was not enough as he was soon sitting, Akane on him, her arms around his shoulders as he was making her go up and down on him. His lips would be busy with her nipples, her lips or leaving love bites.

She didn't know how much pride he would take from pleasuring her in bed. It was the only thing he could do kind of normally before and now, it was the one thing he knew he never messed up. He wanted to keep it this way.

He had to put a ring on her finger. Akane had been the promise of a future he was not allowed to dream of once upon a time, the small bubble they had being the only thing he could have. Now he had a chance to have the future he had wanted for so long, that he had wanted so much, he refused to let it go.

"Itachi!" She came again, squeezing him as he came deep inside of her. After a few seconds, she cupped his face and kissed him with trembling lips. "I love you, just so you know. Memories or no memories…my feelings didn't change. I love you."

"I love you too sweetheart, so much," he replied in a heartbeat, welcoming her lips lovingly.

Akane had his future and sanity in the palm of her hands, had had them for years, and he doubted she truly ever realized that. When they went back to bed, cleaned from their activities, he hugged her as she lay on his bare chest, sighing happily. Her face was in the crook of his neck, a soft smile on her face.

For the first time in weeks, he fell asleep with a small smile on his lips.

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