Two days later the battles between the Clans started again for the first time in fifteen years. Izuna watched his mother die on the battle field. His Sharingan was activated, as was his brother's. I saw her die. I wanted nothing more than to comfort my friend but I couldn't. Not here. Not on the battle field where everyone could see we were traitors.
I found my Uchiha rival that day. Misako Uchiha. Uchiha's are good at Genjutsu. But she and I knew we were each others match the second we saw each other on the battle field. We were each others opposites. She had soft facial features while mine were sharp and defined. She had blond hair; I had brown. She surprisingly had light grey eyes mine are dark brown, almost black. She wore her hair down; I had mine up. She had her Sharingan on her side while I relied on talent alone.
But... The entire time I heard her thoughts. She didn't want to fight. She was forced to fight like I was. That was one thing we had in common. She hated blood shed. The sight of it made her sick. She wasn't meant for the Shinobi life style. She was a citizen. But the Uchiha's wouldn't hear of it. She was forced to fight. Well we weren't completely alike... It's not that I like fighting, I just don't mind it. I don't like the sight of blood, I just don't mind it.
After my first battle something strange happened. I began to see things. Don't ask me how but I knew what everyone was going to do in battle before it happened. I knew who would die... I was always sure to leave a note on their armor saying 'I love you' to who ever would die. So I had no regrets. My Clan caught onto this. It got to the point when people saw the note they ran to their families to say good bye. But they never tried to defy death. They knew they would die and accepted it. The never knew it was me who did this. No one but Hashirama and Tobirama anyway.
My visits to the peach tree became less and less frequent as time went on. It was impossible for us to meet all the time with the battles becoming more and more frequent. But I knew when he would chance sneaking to the peach tree, so when he did I was there waiting.
I was sixteen by the time the fighting slowly ceased. Someone appeared in my dreams. An old woman, she was blind in one of her purple eyes. She said nothing but handed me a scroll. When I woke the scroll was in my hand, I didn't open it. I just put it under my pillow.
Later that day I stood under the peach tree, it's sweet fruit were just ripe. Izuna would come today. Even though we barely saw each other the feelings Izuna and I had for each other were beyond the crush stage. I knew this would happen... I loved him...
I smiled as I saw him coming. The second he landed in front of me I embraced him. He was surprised for a moment then wrapped his arms around my waist.
"How are you my Blossom?" He whispered in my ear.
"Fine now that you're hear." I said back.
He looked down as I looked up. Our lips brushed against each others. We both blushed but said 'the Hell with it'. He kissed me and I kissed him.
I had found my rival but did not hate. In fact I held pitty for the my rival. If if were up to her she'd spend her days weaving and sewing. Not hacking and slashing. I now loved what had been a childhood crush. I have killed but still not hated. I knew not what that scroll contained but it would keep me away from my love for three years. I would learn why I could see peoples deaths. I would learn how to see more than that. I would learn why I was so good at Genjutsu. I would learn the secrets of the Jikan No Mirage.