It has been several months now, that this illness took her over.
It was nothing more or less than a sickness, love disturbs your mind.
Love makes you do totally insane things, things you would never do if you weren't feeling those butterflies.
Love should be a crime.
But She was already an S-ranked criminal, breaking the law was her job.
So the whole making Love a crime wouldn't work for her anyway.


She sighs, she just could feel his hands on her shoulder, his gentle voice talking to her.
She smiled at the memories she had, memories she kept close and never wanted to forget.
memories that included Zetsu having a discussion with himself.
Zetsu giving her the first rose that grew in last spring.


How can she ever express what she feels inside, how can she ever tell him that..
Well, she smi
es to herself, that when he's around everything seems to be alright.
That when he is standing next to her she doesn't cares if it rains, or snows or hailed.
That when he is talking to her, that she will listen, always, like he listens to her.
How can she ever confess that she dreams about his touch, and his lips.
That she can stare in his golden eyes without notice it herself that she is staring,
'because in her mind only a few seconds goes by.
How can she tell him, that she wants to spend her life with him, that she can't life without him.
That she would die for him, but that she also wants to make a new life, a child, with him.


How would a child look from him? would it be black and white? would it have his beautifull eyes.
Or is a pairing between her and him not even possible..


She sighs again, resting her head in her hands, doubting and questioning in her mind,
not noticing the person that walks into the room.





He looked at her, her lips that didn't need any make up to be peach coloured and her hairs as white as just fasllen snow.
How do you tell a girl that you love her, when you are an S-ranked criminal with Cannaballistic features and a split personality?