Author's note: I can't help, inspiration has struck!

Chapter 1 – Midori

"Goodness…."

It was yet another Faceless attack, it seems. At this point, every Hoshidan far and wide knew of the abominations Nohr's mages would send in to attack the country. With no real *soul* to speak of, they were immune to the Queen's relaxing barrier.

They were monsters, in every sense of the word. And now, another village fell.

"This looks bad."

The missing son to the Queen, Corrin, looked at his traveling companion, the calm and serious Kaze. The latter kept a neutral stare on the wreckage. He had to be ready for any orders his way.

"Shall we look for survivors…..milord?"

"Yeah, let's go! Gods…"

The manakete prince lifted up a few boards of rubble, wincing at the bloodied corpse that met his red eyes. He really wished someone strong, like his brother Ryoma or sister Hinoka…could be here for extra support. Luckily Kaze caught the hint and lowered the pile.

"Allow me, Lord Corrin."

Kaze dashed up the tree and landed on the highest branch, looking over the village. It was no bigger than the farm girl Mozu's, but the sight was still horrific to witness.

"Oh no….."

"What is it, Kaze?"

The green-haired ninja jumped down and dashed over to another rubble pile, and Corrin understood immediately. Two small feet – both bloodied – were sticking out.

"Don't tell me…."

Kaze lifted up some of the debris, and winced harder than Corrin did seconds earlier. A small girl, no older than 9 or 10, was unconscious. Her head had a nasty wound, and the blood was staining the hair she kept in two neat pigtails.

"….."

In the distance, his astute ears picked up the sound of his master emptying his breakfast onto the ground. Poor lad had spent most of his years locked up, away from the horrors.

Kaze removed his scarf and used it to wiped some of the blood. He picked the girl up – no lighter than a crate – and cradled her in his arms.

"….."

"K-Kaze…..we have to-"

"-I know, Lord Corrin."

He put a gloved hand to the girl's forehead, stroking it gently.

"I know."

"How is she?"

Yukimura, the country's tactician, grimaced slightly at the question.

"She's….stable, milord. Heaven help me, I think Princess Sakura almost had a heart attack treating the girl….she's younger than she is! Such savagery by those Nohrian demons…."

Corrin didn't have a reply, but Kaze merely crossed his arms. Unlike his twin, he had a more open mind about their rival country.

"Is….she conscious?"

And currently, he was just as worried about the girl as the prince.

"Not at the moment, but-"

"U-Um." Princess Sakura peeked out of the infirmary, eyes slightly bloodshot. "W-Would….you all like to….um well…..she's c-conscious…"

Kaze and Corrin ran into the room. The girl was sitting upright in her bed.

"Hello!"

And her smile seemed so earnest, so genuine. Wasn't she aware of where she was, and how she got there?

"H-Hello." Corrin said, Sakura hiding behind her brother. "I'm Prince Corrin of Hoshido….and this is my sister, Sakura."

"Oh the royal family!" The girl bowed her head. "What an honor!"

She seems so well-spoken and well-mannered….but she was in a horrible accident. Kaze thought. Something is amiss…

"Yeah." Corrin said. "Umm…..do you remember anything?"

The girl thought for a few minutes, while Sakura hastily adjusted her pillow.

"Well…..not really."

"What about your name?" Kaze asked softly. "We found you….outside of these walls."

"My….name?" The girl frowned, and it almost broke the hearts of the room's occuptants. "I…..don't have one of those. I…..who am I, again?"

Sakura gasped, and Kaze closed his eyes.

"…I see."

"We'll have to give her time." Corrin whispered. "Maybe she'll remember."

Hours turned into days, and the days turned into one week. Sadly….the girl was not remembering anything of her past life. Nothing about her family, nothing about her friends….did she really have anything before the attack?

"Hey! It's your move, Mr. Kaze."

Kaze was snapped out of his thoughts; the two were playing a game of shogi in what was now the girl's extended-stay-room. He wanted to help in her recovery. No, he needed to help her. With such an innocent soul….

"Okay, now it's your move." He smiled, after moving his piece. His eyes drifted to her nightstand. "Hmm…I see you've been sneaking books from the library?"

"I'm s-sorry!" The girl bowed her head. "But Mr. Yukimura said if I wanted to learn more about the herbs in the Mokushu region…."

"You certainly love reading about herbs."

"They're so fascinating, aren't they?" The girl smiled. "I….actually want to be a botanist when I get older."

"I think botanists need a proper name first."

Although Kaze's smile faded when he saw the girl wasn't smiling back. In fact, she looked almost contemplative.

"I'm sorry…..I forgot that-"

"No, you're right! If I can't remember anything….I need a new name!"

"…are you certain?"

"Yeah!" The girl said, moving her piece again. "I don't want to be known as the Nameless Botanist! You said your brother was named after your father, Mr. Kaze?"

She's so vibrant, even in these circumstances.

"….that's right. Saizo was named after Father, who got his name from his father. I think he would object if you called yourself the 6th Saizo."

The girl giggled.

"No, no….I want you to name me!"

Kaze almost dropped his piece.

"…..pardon?"

"Yeah. Lord Corrin said you were the one who found me. You brought me back to the castle and….well, you saved my life." The girl said, eyes filled with appreciation. "Thank you….Mr. Kaze."

"….."

The ninja set his piece down.

"I…..I'm not sure I feel comfortable with that, to be honest. You….your family…."

The girl hummed and moved her piece.

"You're right…..but I….can't remember anything. Just the things that I know, like herbs or studying. Maybe I was alone."

"…"

"….so how about it, Mr. Kaze? At least for now, so people can know who I am!"

Kaze couldn't help but crack a smile again.

"Well….if you insist. You….actually have the same hair color I do. So…..how about Midori? It means "green"."

Midori giggled.

"I love it!"

Now the week had turned into a month. Midori was well enough to walk around on her own, but her life's memories…..hadn't returned. Not that had stopped her enthusiasm or fondness for her new "father".

"Come, Midori. It's this way."

She staggered behind the ninja, carefully holding her books.

"C-Coming! I was just finishing this chapter…."

In her hand was also a four-leafed clover. The two were walking together through the forest, towards a very special site. The same site that Ryoma and a few soldiers spent cleaning up and making a proper memorial.

"….here it is."

Gravestones for the fallen. No debris was around, and Sakura and Azama had blessed the area with some holy water from the temple.

"….."

Midori and Kaze walked to the row of graves, and the girl held out the clover. She looked up.

"S-Should….I say something?"

"Only if you want to."

"…."

The girl didn't look very comfortable now. She did, however, set the clover on the middle grave, and bowed her head accordingly, Kaze following suit.

"….."

"Mr. Kaze?"

"Yes, Midori?"

"….."

"Are you okay, Midori?"

The girl was too busy burying her head into his scarf to really reply. All the same, Kaze closed his eyes and rubbed her moss-colored locks.

FIN

Author's notes: Hullo again. The idea for this fic is simple - drabble-esque alternate headcanons to explain 2nd gen units of Fire Emblem Fates. I'll be doing every child, trying to keep it at equal length. And they don't have to still be related to the 1st gen unit!

Kana and Shigure are last (I have a specific idea for them), so stay tuned to who's next.