Itachi made sure that no one was following him when he left the Akatsuki base. Espeically since he ws on his way to see ________. He had paid extra attention to making sure ,Kisame of all of them, wasn't following him. He didn't want her to get hurt. He easily found his way to a familar part of Konaha's forest. A sudden movement had him paused, and a kunai at his throat.
"What's this? A class S criminal caught of his gaurd." her sweet yet deadly voice filled the air.
"_______." he turned to face her, taking joy in the smirk on her face.
"Itachi." she grinned, dropping the weapon to wrap her arms around him, in a tight hug.
Looking up she noticed something wrong with the male, his eyes...he didn't seemed as focused. She raised her hands to gently caress the skin of his face.
"You're loosing your sight...aren't you?" her voice was thick with grief and he knew better than to lie to his lover at this point.
It was a soft nod but one that forced her to fight tears from springing up in her eyes. She didn't say anything simply lowered her head into his cloak. It didn't surprise her in the least, she knew what the price for Mangekyo Sharingan. That didn't mean it didn't hurt any less when he confirmed her fears. He pressed his noes into H/C her hair, taking in the familar scent that always seemed to calm him. Naruto had seen it first hand, how easily she could still the quite fury beneath his skin. They'd been fighting and she stood in the way of him, attack the criminal. Itachi was a bit aggitated at it as well, yet she turned and ran a delicate stroke down his face, that frustration vanished. Naruto later drilled her for answers she avoided, he still protected her like a sister though and for that she was greatful.
"Sasuke will be coming for you...soon." she clutched him closer to herself.
"Y-yes." he answered, the crack in his voice striking a string on her heart.
She said nothing as they stood there. The reality of her not ever seeing him again was sinking in. He felt hot tears on his shoulder and simply held her. His thoughts trailed back to when he had asked her to belong to him and she eagerly agreed. That's right, she was his wife. Though as secret as it was it still held gravity in the air, she was HIS and his alone. It was nice and wonderful to him.
"Hey, Ita. I know that you may think this is a bit un timely..." she whispered into his jacket.
He pulled back to see new tears falling down her face, but her voice never waivered.
"You're going to be a father." she smile, tears still running freely down her cheeks.
His eye widened for a moment before pulling her into a close hug, " T-that's wonderful, ________."
She griped him to her despratly, 'please let him stay, if just to see his child born. please...'
Please...let him stay...