Nebula's Echo (a Naruto Fanfic)

Epilogue

Sasuke was sitting on a wooden chair by a olden japanese mansion, his silky black locks swaying in the wind. The cold and powerful Uchiha's presence emitted a certain dark and chilly aura, but when one looked into the seasoned killer's eyes, one could see only an endless gentleness. Reflecting in those dark onyx orbs was the silhouette of a woman.

She was standing a ways away, her arms spread out as she enjoyed the breeze. Black hair like ink and shadows billowed in the wind, dancing like dark wisps of the night. Her slender figure was beautiful and her pale skin shone in the light of the setting sun. Her back was turned towards the young man that was gazing at her with endless affection.

Endless love.

Sasuke couldn't stop his mind from reminiscing. He remembered a time, when that beautiful and luscious hair like liquid darkness had been as blinding and white as the moon and stars. A time when the gorgeous young woman was but a girl, slightly smaller, seemingly even more fragile than her now delicate self. He remembered a time when the flaming purple eyes that were now facing away from him were a pale, gentle color, sweet and cute in their innocence and light.

That had been the first love of his life. The girl that was so light, so innocent, and so sweet. The funny, the mysterious and the sweet little Cei.

It hadn't even been that long ago...eleven years. Sasuke's lips curled into a faint smile.

That was his first love, and he would eternally treasure her. But now, he had found the one that was truly precious, the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life loving.

She was different than she had been all those years ago, deeper, darker, stronger. He was glad he had touched beneath the surface, uncovered beyond the illusion that had been her, at the start. Maybe he should have been sad, or even angry, that his first love was but a lie. An illusion.

But he regretted nothing.

He loved her. Her dark as ink hair, that reflected the depth and darkness of her soul. The tattoos running across her body, like traces of her being ran across his. And the flaming purple eyes, so much more true, so much more alive than that beautiful, yet shallow pale purple of their childhood.

Sasuke knew, he had never stopped loving her. She was the one for him, then and now.

She was his childhood love, his best friend, his bijuu, his other half. His love for life. His.

Looking at the slender beauty's back, his lips curled mischievously as his eyes flashed in anticipatory greed. Deep red swirled in his eyes, revealing the red gaze of the Uchiha bloodline. His smile deepened as the red swirled again, letting a new, intricate pattern surface. Looking at her back with a victorious grin, Sasuke's low and deep voice called softly.

"Ceiren."

Immediately, the girl whipped around. The features beautiful enough to make angels weep were lit up, and the flaming eyes burned like purple pits of hell in their excitement. Ceiren seemed curious, but then gave Sasuke a completely confused look when she noticed the Sharingan.

What...?

The raven haired Uchiha saw her utterly confused look and his small victorious smile spread, almost gloating.

For once, Ren was actually being slow!

He allowed himself to feel a moment of satisfaction for finally leaving his birdie cutlet at a loss, after years of being lectured in his mind. It also gave him satisfaction, knowing that she hadn't expected this, or no, more accurately, she hadn't even thought of it.