It was raining. It rarely rained in this part of fire country as a lone woman walked outside the place she had called home for only a few years. Out in the middle of now where, she had come from Yukigakure to be with him. The one she had fallen in love with though they had never shown it publicly. They even had a son on the way. A little one named for his father's best friend. To honor him. He had only seen her pregnant with their son once but she understood. He was an infamous shinobi in many lands plus one that was needed in his home of Konoha. She had given up most of her life as a shinobi, content to treat the sick and wounded that came to her door as she was considered a medical jutsu prodigy.
A look of fear suddenly filler her features. Something was wrong. The sense of fear filling every inch of her. She was normally so in tune with her feelings but this was one she never wanted to feel. The feeling of loss. Her eyes gazed out into the field as she looked across the way to the wooded area. A streak of lightening crossed the sky as she saw a figure suddenly appear on the other side of the field. Her eyes grew wide, recognizing him immediately. Her heart sunk, her hands grew clammy as she saw him lift his hand as if saying goodbye. She tossed the blanket from her that covered the silk kimono that donned her slightly pale flesh, racing to him.
He became clearer the closer she got to him, praying her eyes were deceiving her. That he was truly there. Her breath was heavy as she panted, her heart raced. His features were one she had rarely seen. The look of serenity and peace. The soft whisper of the word 'no' escaped her lips as she lost her footing in the mud, causing her to crash on hands and knees, protecting her swollen abdomen. She wasted no time in standing, knowing she had to get to him. Hold him. Know that everything was ok. Before she could reach him, a bright bolt of lightening cracked once more, the vision of him gone in that moment.
Stopping half way across the field, she fell to her knees once more, the tears streaking down her cheeks. Her fingers dug into the dirt as the feeling of loss overcame her. It was an omen… A vision. Her love was not on this earth anymore. Her head lifted as the water poured harder onto her body, her wet cerulean hair clinging to her body. The soft sounds of her cries filling the air before a scream filled in the night. A cry for her fallen lover.