'Cute.'

That is how she had described him.

Looking himself over in the mirror he attempted to try and see where this whole idea of him being 'cute' came from. He had long black hair tied up at the back, with shorter strands framing his alabaster coloured face. That seemed rather ordinary. Then there where the lines that began either side of the bridge of his nose, near each of his eyes which angled out to make his cheek bones look more defined. It also made him look tired, like he had bags under his eyes, that wasn't completely ordinary but it wasn't an unusual facial feature. There was nothing cute there. His lips were thin with very little colour to them, no rosebud shape or real plumpness to them, so his lips weren't what was deemed cute. They were plain, ordinary like most of him it seemed. The only extraordinary part of him was his eyes which were normally black, unless he activated his sharingan making his eyes red with three tomoe that were arranged in a circle, which he could make spin lazily to hypnotise, or better yet his mangekyou sharingan which resembled a black pinwheel in a sea of red. But those features made him look deadly, not cute. Those features were deadly.

Where the hell had this woman got the idea he was cute from?

"Itachi, I'm home!"
Her very voice made his heart leap.
She had invoked feelings within him he had never thought to have known, not in his tragedy filled life time. She was the light in his darkness, she was the only purity left in his tainted world.
Retreating from the bathroom he had been standing in, he moved down the small hall of his hut and into the kitchen where the woman who held his heart stood with a large paper bag of groceries.
"They ran out of whole milk, so I had to get skim. I hope you don't mind." She said cheerily as she set the bag down on the bench and began emptying its contents.
"You called me cute before you left." He said jumping straight to the point, leaning against the counter and regarding her with his pitch black eyes.
"Yeah, well you are." She replied as if it was common knowledge, her brown doe like eyes sparkling as she turned her gaze toward him briefly.
"I fail to see how." He said quietly, his face which was generally expressionless marred with a slight frown.
The dark haired woman put down the bunch of celery she was holding, placing it on the pale yellow bench top before walking over to Itachi and placing a hand on his cheek, her expression soft and her eyes full of love.

"When you eyes flash in brief anger when I call your shuriken ninja stars, I find that cute. When you check to see if the door is locked even after you see me do so before I go to bed, I find that cute. When you smile at me with the smile you reserve only for me, I find that incredibly cute. Even the way you flip your hair in the wind is adorably cute. Itachi there are so many things about you that are cute." She said her tone soft and sweet.

Itachi pulled her closer to him and hugged her tightly as he breathed in the scent of her hair, strawberries with a hint of vanilla. He thanked every god he knew for being given such an amazing woman to love, who in turn loved him as fiercely. Kagome was the greatest gift any ordinary or extraordinary man could ask for.