Planes took off and landed as usual, even though the weather was bad by Tokyo standards. A cool wind and light drizzle dripped from the glass walls of the private airport building.

Itachi watched puddles forming on the asphalt road and sipped thoughtfully from his brown cigarette.

"Is the flight delayed?" Mumbles worried Heero mutters to himself. When it comes to his precious daughter, he quickly transforms from a strict businessman to an endlessly grumbling Hen Hen Hen.

“We should have sent the company’s private jet to pick her up.” Itachi shrugs and turns his gaze to his friend. The last time he saw you was when you were around 16 years old. Itachi remembered you as a funny little girl with bright eyes and a bubbly personality.

“As if that rascal ever listened to her father.” Hiro was about to say something else, but the operator's voice announced the arrival of the correct flight.

Itachi followed him quietly, mindlessly rummaging through his phone and checking his email. Once they picked you up from the airport, he had to hurry to get to the board meeting on time.

"Daughter." Hiro cooed and you weren't visible at all behind his broad figure, just a slender hand with a delicate bracelet gently gripping the handle of a dark blue suitcase.

You finally peeked out from behind your father's silhouette and Itachi immediately recognized the same cocky gleam in her eyes. However, his own gaze studied you with some interest. Of course you would have changed and were no longer the ridiculous teenager he remembered you as, and yet such a change made his heart beat faster.

"Welcome back, Naruko." Itachi finally said, clearing his throat and holding out his hand.