Two years. It had been two long years since she had last seen her partner. She did her missions as she was told, she did whatever chores or other idiotic requests the village set to her, but her true mission still wasn't completed. He promised... he was so late... Was he even still alive? He had to be, or else she would have felt it. She had heard the rumors. Madara was dead. Why, then, didn't he come back? Was he captured somewhere, awaiting execution? No, he wouldn't let that happen.

She fidgeted with her headband briefly before rising from her chair, still looking out the window. Even though she had been here for two years, few people knew anything about her except that she would always look out the window when it rained. Today was no exception, though today she had one more desire. She edged out of her small apartment, skirting the halls out to the exit, feeling the cold, clear rain fall upon her skin. Though the sky was an angry gray and the rain pelted her harshly, she walked out along the lengthy rope bridge into the forest, not caring that she was already soaked to the bone. Short, scraggly trees surrounded the rocky land, not nearly as tall as the enormous trees back home. Yes, that was still her home. It would always be her home.

With a sigh, she collapsed in the middle of the woods, laying on her back as the icy rain fell down on her. She stretched out her hands, feeling the wet drops one by one, her lips cold as more fell upon them. For just a moment it was like he was here with her again, the rain falling down all around them, eclipsed by the warmth of his body. Her lips parted slightly, remembering. It felt so real, it even felt like the rain had stopped where his body would be, the heat felt real. Then, suddenly, warm lips found her own, kissing her gently. She knew it. He was here. When he let up, her eyes opened slowly, meeting gray rings looking down at her with unguarded love.

"Found you."

She smiled, her hand meeting his cheek briefly. "...found me." Her hand went to his neck, pulling him down to lay on top, kissing him without reserve. His hand tangled with her free one, desperate to feel her touch again, missing her warmth after so long. He couldn't stop roaming her body with his hands, kissing her lips with full abandon, revering her form like never before. Hell, he never expected to live through these two years. Though he regretted it, he finally let loose for air, caught in her gaze. She smiled, finger tracing his lip absently. "You're late."

He touched his forehead to hers briefly. "I am, but Madara was a bit too stubborn. You've heard the rumors months ago, I'm sure. That was only a front, we worked together to fake his death so we could fight one on one without the interference from other villages. I only took so long because I wanted to make sure... I wanted to know he was dead, by my own hands. I wanted... to keep you safe."

Her fingers went through his dark hair, brushing it out of his entrancing eyes. "There's no need for that anymore. We have what we need now."

His eyes were searching, questioning. "But what now? What about our plans, our dreams? What will we do?"

She responded quietly, pulling him down to lay on her chest. "If what we desire would end up with one of us dead, I would sooner forget those plans and dreams. We must make new plans, come up with our new desires."

"...I want nothing else than this."

Her lips quirked in a small smile, fingers running through his hair idly. "Nothing else than this is what we have now. Let us finally be content with only this."

He nodded, twining his fingers around hers tighter. "I am content."

A/N: I've been stressing on this page over and over trying to come up with an ending but then I realized that I simply HAD to stop because this IS a good ending, despite only typing barely two pages. Sorry if you expected more, but I find this ending to be more suited to my intentions for this fic.