It was already early morning, quite cold since it was winter and the village was still far away. You decided to go out and find supplies for your small shop in your home village when you crossed paths with him, the much-reviled and feared Itachi Uchiha, who wiped out his entire clan except for his brother and himself... and also a regular customer of your shop. When the Akatsuki held their covert meetings, he always came to buy a lunchbox, which you made by hand. Although he was quite reserved, serious, and quiet, that was a weakness of his.

You swallowed hard and, smiling, greeted him calmly. You knew Sasuke, his brother... but Itachi was something else entirely; he was taller, stronger, more mature... he had distinctive lines and those reddish eyes. You couldn't help but think he was handsome.

"Good evening... or should I say good morning, miss. What are you doing here in this dangerous area so early?" Itachi asked, offering his reserved greeting and adjusting his cloak to better ward off the cold. His hair was longer and tied back in a low ponytail, and his Akatsuki headband was loose; he seemed carefree in that regard. How serious and quiet he was... too bad that was your type.