"Hinata!"

His orange head shot up from the tall grass, looking back towards town and his house where Sugawara stood, his long cloak swishing in the gentle wind and a kind smile on his face.

Hinata grabbed the basket of herbs he had been collecting and made his way back to Suga. He skillfully avoided the holes and old stumps that littered the ground; he often worked and played out in this field while Suga worked with patients.

When Hinata arrived at his side, Suga looked up at the sky. "It's going to rain soon," he said. Hinata looked up as well and saw only blue sky, but Suga always knew things were coming before they happened. "Now, let's see how you did."

"I got a whole basket full, Suga-san!" Hinata exclaimed, showing Suga the contents of his basket. Suga picked up one of the plants and inspected it for a moment.

"These are perfect, Hinata, and you got so many we'll be able to make lots of medicine! Bring them inside and then come help me close up so we're ready for the storm." Hinata bounded into the house, eager to help.

He and Suga brought in the freshly washed bandages that had been hanging outside to dry, then started stacking newly cut wood next to the door and putting out rain barrels. Other townsfolk saw them working and, casting a wary glance to the sky, started to move their more important items into the safety of their homes and stores. Suga's Sight was well known in town.

By the time they had finished cleaning up, it had started to drizzle with rain, and as Hinata got a fire going inside, the sky opened up and it became a torrential downpour. Suga hummed to himself as he chopped up the herbs Hinata had gotten and put them in the pot they had used for dinner to cook them down.

Hinata watched in awe as Suga worked, always mystified by the man. His ash blond hair caught the light in the house, making it shimmer and giving Suga an even more ethereal air than he usually carried.

Suga was the town's healer and seer, Hinata his apprentice in medicine. Suga had taken Hinata in after his parents and sister had been killed in a fire several years ago, and after answering Hinata's many questions about medicine, had taken him on as a student. Suga wasn't much older than Hinata's fourteen years; Hinata would guess his teacher was only nineteen or twenty, but Suga was wise far beyond his years, having been gifted with the Sight as a baby. Suga didn't talk about his past much, and Hinata had learned not to ask. Suga lost his cheerfulness when the subject was brought up, a dark look replacing his usual smile.

"Okay Hinata, do you want to cook these down and then crush them, or do you want to grind those dried herbs?" Suga asked, approaching with a pot of fresh herbs. Hinata opted for the pot, placing it over the fire. While Hinata waited for the water to boil the herbs, Suga gathered the bag of dried herbs and his mortar and pestle, settling down beside Hinata on the floor to work. Hinata offered to help while he waited, and they worked together in silence for a few minutes.

"Do you have anyone coming in today?" Hinata asked.

Suga hummed, thinking. "No one that I'm aware of, and if this rain keeps up like I'm expecting it to, it'll likely be a quiet night." Hinata nodded, a little saddened.

Most of Suga's patients were older people in the town, looking for medicine to ease general illnesses in their children or their own aches and pains. They were usually very kind, and informed Suga of their visit beforehand. Hinata enjoyed talking to them while he and Suga prepared what they needed.

Suga's other patients were usually more urgent; house calls due to injury or severe sickness. While they were exciting, Hinata hated those calls. Suga usually stiffened a few minutes before anyone arrived, muttering about a bad feeling and giving himself time to pack up some general necessities before someone came to confirm his suspicions and inform him what was wrong. Suga was different in those times. He was still very kind to everyone, especially children, but his focus shifted from making people happy to making them well again. It was only a slight change, but after working with Suga for so many years Hinata learned to tell the difference in Suga's intensity.

Hinata took the pot off of the fire and drained the water, letting the herbs cool for a few minutes before transferring a few into his clean mortar and beginning to mash them. This paste was Suga's favourite to prevent infection, and could be stored for months without losing its healing properties.

Suga instructed him to add a few things as he went, but otherwise they worked in silence. Hinata got lost in his own head, daydreaming. When the weather cleared up maybe some of his friends would want to play ball with him, or the littler ones would ask him to indulge in their fantasy games. While Suga worked him hard to teach him to become a healer, he also understood that Hinata was still young and wouldn't deny him the right to play with children his age.

Once Hinata finished, putting lids on the containers of medicine, he stood to wash out the pot and his mortar. Suga smiled at him as he walked past, nearly done with his work as well.

Hinata washed the items in the rain and made his way back inside, whistling as he went. He saw Suga standing up now, his mortar and pestle on the table with the now crushed herbs, but Suga's body was rigid.

"Suga-san," Hinata called cautiously, unsure of what was happening.

Suga turned at the sound of Hinata's voice, but it was not the Suga he usually knew. His eyes were clouded over and his movements sharp. He was trapped in a Vision.

"They're coming," Suga rasped, his voice not his own. "Danger; they seek you. They're coming."

Suga went limp.

Hinata ran to him, dropping the things he held in his hands as he went, and fell to his knees beside the man. Suga blinked up at him, exhausted, but gripped Hinata's hand.

"Warn them, warn the town," Suga whispered, still trying to recover from the vision.

Hinata didn't need to be told twice. He was on his feet and out the door in seconds, wrapping his cloak around his shoulders as he went. There was a bell in the middle of town that everyone could hear that usually signalled an announcement. In this situation and in this weather, however, Hinata hoped people would know it meant danger.

He was soaked through within moments of being outside. He banged on doors as he went, yelling, though he didn't know what to tell them other than that danger was approaching. Maybe they would arm themselves against the unknown threat, maybe they would leave town and seek safety.

They seek you. Had that meant Hinata? Suga? The townspeople in general? He didn't know, but he was unsettled.

He finally made it to the bell and tugged hard on the rope, making it ring out loudly. He continued to yell, needing everyone to understand. People looked out their doors at him, fear in their eyes. Some ran to tell others, others gathered their families close. The few men and women trained in combat appeared with their weapons, looking to him for answers. Hinata stuttered out a quick explanation.

"Sugawara-san, he had a Vision!" Hinata yelled over the continually ringing bell and the rain. "He said someone dangerous was coming, and they were seeking someone!"

A man nodded to the others, who spread out to deliver the message to everyone. He then approached Hinata.

"Thank you for warning us. Go back to Sugawara-san, he probably needs you right now," he said, placing a hand on Hinata's shoulder.

Hinata ran back to his and Suga's home, looking up at the sky frowning. It was too dark. It could only be seven or so at night, and with it being summer the days were much longer, so even with the rain the sky should be lighter. But the darkness was almost suffocating, making it feel like a late fall evening.

Suga was sitting up when Hinata got home. "The guards are out and warning people," Hinata told him, discarding his soaked cloak and moving to help Suga into a chair. While Suga was nearly completely unaffected physically by his general Sight, the feelings and thoughts crossing his mind all the time, he was weakened by the full Vision, and needed time to recover. Hinata had only seen Suga fall into a Vision once before, the day his family had died. Hinata had been doing errands in town, collecting some goods from Suga when it had happened. By the time he got to his home it had been too late.

"Hinata, quickly, my dagger..." Suga began, and Hinata immediately grabbed the weapon. Suga slid it into his robes, tucking it out of sight. "Grab a knife, hide it away, in your boot or something."

He did as he was told, looking around nervously.

There was a knock at the door. Hinata moved to answer it, assuming it was the guards here to update them. He started turning the handle, but Suga quickly turned to him, panic on his face.

"Hinata, no, wait!"

The door swung open, a tall man filling the frame. Hinata opened his mouth to ask who he was, but was knocked unconscious by a fist. Suga yelled his name as he blacked out.

Notes: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! More is soon to come. Reviews and such are always appreciated!
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