It all started on a rainy day.

The sky was a cloudy and gray; the streets slick with fresh rain, and if you ran upon them, you most surely would slip. Take child Daichi Kimura, for instance, who did that such thing and cracked open his head. Ah, what a terrible scare it gave his parents. Even now, if you look closely enough, you can still see the small white scar on his skull.

But I'm getting off topic, my apologies.

A woman, cloaked in darkness, scurries across the streets, a bundle of blankets pressed to her chest. Warm sweat mixed with cold rain drips down her face. Her breath is hoarse and tired. Yet, she does not stop. She does not stop for a while; until she has made it to her destination.

The destination she is to approach is a place many people of Konoha are familiar with. I am sure even you have heard of it. It is the area in which the Uchiha clan lived — or had lived, if you are speaking in present terms. Such a tragedy.

She rushes through the residential area, her bright green eyes flickering at each house, searching for the correct one. She comes to stop at a cream house, only two from the end. She carefully steps up to the porch. She does not take off her shoes. She would not be staying long.

She knocks, or rather, bangs desperately on the door. She is wet, she is cold, and the bundle in her arms is starting to cry out. She does not have much time.

To her great delight, the door slides open. A woman stands behind it; dark hair, dark eyes, and fair skin. Kana Uchiha, is her name. Remember it. It will be important later.

The cloaked woman bows, and as she does, the hood of her clock is removed. Ink black hair tumbles free, and a delicate face is revealed. Kana returns the bow. She knows that woman well. She would sacrifice her life for that woman, if she had to. Luckily, that thought never came into reality.

At least, not in that way.

The cloaked woman unwraps the blanket. A pink faced, sobbing baby is unveiled. Kana's face softens. The woman motions for her to take the child. Kana hesitates, and the mother shakes her head. A wordless conversation is said through only their eyes. Take her, the wind whispers. Take her, please.

Kana gives in. She pulls the child into her chest, and its crying lightens to a whimper. She smiles.

When she glances up, the woman is already gone.