Disclaimer: Naruto... Is not mine. But Hinata's, his wife. Lol.

This is an Edit! I went back and added more to the story. It suddenly became a Soulmate fic! All thanks to the comment given by Artist-Kun. Now this chapter has a purpose...

But I don't know if I should continue this. I'm thinking of taking this concept and making a new fic, this time centered on the Inuzuka. Maybe as Hana's twin or something.

I'm three years old and there's a war going on. I might not have been on missions, nor was I even a ninja, but I knew. I knew that I was born into a war torn era, that I might die next.

That I might die in an enemy attack. That the village itself may become a battleground. That I might be the target of an assassination at any minute. It's not like I didn't know that my parents were vital to the mission, but they were and sometimes I miss them.

Sometimes... when they're not home... I would look at the moon and wonder if they're still alive. I would pray to the Gods for their safe passage home, and I would thank them for every sacred moment I share with my family.

I would train when my parents weren't home, like a good little boy. To please them... and maybe to appease the gods that were watching. But sometimes I wonder... what it was that I really trained for.

Was this really alright?

Was becoming a ninja, something I really wanted to do?

What was the true price of a life?

But it was all I knew. It was all my parents' knew; it was their livelihood. It was the reason the village existed, or so the history books that intrigue me say. What did it all mean?

To be Shinobi? Was it to endure like what my traditional language arts tutor has taught me? Or was the meaning something else...?

Adults reassure me. My Genin babysitters would tell me that I would one day day understand... But what if I didn't? What if I grew up never knowing?

But sometimes... My parents were home, and the life I lived with them was truly bliss. Mommy would laugh... Daddy would smile... They would both play with me, and I would get this feeling in my chest... That it was going to be alright. Because my family was whole.

And I would then go on to ignore the cries of the many who didn't have such luxuries.

I am three years old, born into a war torn era. And my name is...

Uchiha Itachi.

Rampant thoughts ran through his head as a child gazed up at the moon.

Moon watching was something that Itachi did, even if looking at the full moon always made Itachi feel melancholy. Right now however, Itachi wanted nothing to do, but to clear his muddy thoughts. The back porch was the best spot to do both, Itachi found.

The young child was someone that already understood his place in the world, except for when it came to one thing.

Itachi glared up at the moon - absentmindedly tugging at the collar of his long-collared shirt.

What lay underneath bothered him some. The tattoo that wasn't really, that inked his skin and marred it.

It always bothered him, the birthmark nestled on his color bone, because it didn't really suit him.

Okay - maybe it did. Tri-colored hanami dango were his favorite, after all. It was just embarrassing to have his favorite food for all to see. Well... If it were somewhere more obvious than under his shirt..

Thank the gods for small mercies, right?

He should've already loved what his Mark stood for. The popular belief was that a person's Soul Mark would lead them to their Soulmate.

Itachi couldn't really bring himself to feel anything, but ambivalent about that.

How could something so small, and insignificant bind him so completely- so soulfully to another?

If it weren't for the words stained into his skin; it could have been nothing more than a slightly unnatural birthmark. But when he thought about it, that was what Soul Marks were - birthmarks that were a little different from regular ones. A little strange, but it wasn't something that could be construed as something malicious, right?

Marks were nothing but ordinary birthmarks, really. Birthmarks that apparently lead one to their significant other.

Ten - Kawa - Ai

Those were the words that were supposed to help him in finding his Soulmate. But what could it mean?

Was it someone named Tenkawa Ai? Aikawa Ten?

Would he meet them at a river? At Ten? And they would fall in love?

Maybe he should leave all of this be for now.. If it was meant to be than it would.. be.

Author's Note: I bet you guys didn't expect this kind of perspective so early on huh?

Should I continue with this story though. Please review if you think so. I would really like some criticisms.