My mom always said that I inherited very powerful eyes from her and my dad. I didn't really think she actually meant "powerful" I thought she might have meant that I had a really good eyesight (which I dont, as I have glasses).

But to be honest though, I miss her, a lot. She was pretty cool. I mean she raised me up on her own, do you know how hard that is? She really worked hard for just for me. There wasn't a single unfulfilled wish I had thanks to not like we were poor or anything just that, she came from a small village with nothing but me and memories of my dad and she was only 18. She worked hard and became an author.

To me she was like a best friend rather than a mom; she would understand me perfectly and always knew what I wanted before me even telling her. She was my pretty much my hero.

Every time I would ask her about her side of the family she would just poke her finger on my fore head and smile. I used to find that really annoying , but now I really miss her doing that.

My mother, Hikari Uchiha died last week. They never told me how she died, all they did tell me was that she was buried next to my dad in her hometown and they gave me a letter she left for me .She left alot of money but that had no value to I wanted right now was to sit in her lap as she would tell me amazing ninja stories or talk about Darwin's theory of evolution. Right now if my mom were alive, she would be kicking my butt in video games.

My mom had natural brown hair people would often mistake it for black. She also had black eyes and Indian brown skin. I on the other hand have fair skin and brown hair. People often say my face is a lot like her. People also say I act a lot like my mom, but I dont really mind because after all she is my idol.

-Hiro's P.O.V-

I looked at the envelope embedded in my hands. It looked old, as if my mom had expected something like this to one swift motion I opened the envelope and took out the letter.

'Dear Hiro,' it read. ' If your reading this, than it may probably mean that i'm dead. Ok, ok I know this letter should be serious but its not like I ever was serious?(except the time you tried to throw my phone out the window). Anyways before I tell you anything I want you to know that me and your dad loved you very much and no matter what happens keep moving forward. Dont try to escape the past like I did. Now that I am gone, your life will be taking a few turns and may become quiet dangerous, but dont loose hope. Trust your friends and watch your back. And make sure you dont forget to visit my grave before and after every mission! I may be dead but i'm still your mother and I have the right to know if your safe or not!

Enjoy your new life!

Love,

Mom'

...

I stared at the letter in awe. What the hell did my mother mean? Missions, dangerous, turns! She told me to visit her grave, how the hell am I supposed to do that if I dont know where the hell her hometown is!

I kept staring at the letter until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked around hoping it was my mother and all of this was just some big misunderstanding or a joke but to my disappointment it was some weird looking dude. Half his face was covered with raven black bangs, leaving only one eye visable. He was wearing some sort of cloak or cape.

"Who the hell are you and why the hell are you in my house?" I politely asked. Ok, I know it was not that polite, but what am I supposed to say when there is a stranger in my house. 'Join me for tea?!' Without even giving a reply he snatched the letter from my hand and hit me on the neck and all I could see was black.

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