A/N: This chapter is rather dialogue heavy, so I hope that's okay! It's also a shorter chapter than what I normally post, but I think that can be forgiven. c: Since I find reading and writing about people training (since it can get really repetitive really fast), expect there to be a time skip between their training and their departure! Thanks so much for reading!

She took a deep breath, trying to delay the explanation. A comforting look from her cousin encouraged her to begin.

"My family, like many others, have a kekkei genkai. Ours work via our eyes, so it is a dōjutsu. Unlike many others, it is a rather passive power." She paused to take a look at her mentor, only receiving a nod in return to continue. "However, it is a very profitable power as well. Many nations and people of wealth ask for our assistance.

"It's activated when we stare into reflective surfaces. Mirrors, glass, water. Sometimes even another person's eyes if you're skilled enough and can focus long enough, it's rarely been done like that before. We go into a trance like state, our eyes gloss over and the irises become a deep purple." Her right hand absentmindedly brushed the skin under her right eye, thinking of how it was the wrong shade now. "We see things, sometimes we hear things, sometimes both. It's all circumstantial, it's different for each user. We can see the past," she paused to swallow, "and we can see the future.

"The past is easier to see, since they are events that have already happened. Historians often like to come to us for help, while others believe us to be fakes, only out to get their money. The future… is difficult to say the least. It drains us the most, and we only see one of many different possibilities. It also drains our energy much faster. It's difficult for us…"

Kameko looked up to see all eyes on her. Oh how she hated to be stared at, but it couldn't be helped. Not right now at least.

"That's… amazing! I had no idea. I mean, of course we knew that your bloodline had power, but we never imagined something like this." Temari propped her chin in her hand, trying to absorb everything she had heard so far.

"I would call it useful over powerful," Kameko added.

"Okay, but that doesn't tell us much about your situation…" Kankuro's question died off, leaving the sentence up in the air.

She nodded, she knew she hadn't fully explained yet. "There is an exception to what we can and can't witness. While it isn't impossible, it changes the viewer's life." She gulped. "We are warned against witnessing a person's death. While the prediction is on average eighty percent correct, it has negative repercussions." Her eyes trailed back down to the table, wanting to avoid contact.

"The seer can no longer dream. When they try to use their power, all they can see now is death, nothing else. And their irises… become this." Kameko gestured to her own eyes. "The mismatched colors, one the original pure red, the other a corrupt purple. Nothing like the amethyst color that presides when we see." She could feel the heat coming to her face, water forming in the corners of her eyes.

Now they knew. She had witnessed something she was not meant to, done what was frowned upon in her country. She didn't expect strangers to fully understand why she felt so embarrassed, so disgraced by this fact.

Kameko was ready to leave. She looked to Isao for permission, hoping he would be sympathetic. She was sadly mistaken when he shook his head. She knew she had to stay, answer their questions. How could she face her people with her head held high when she couldn't even make eye contact with these people?

"Whose death did you see?" She had expected the question, and wasn't even surprised that it was Gaara who asked. He seemed to be the least affected by her confession, not seeming to have really cared.

She swallowed the tears back, refusing to let them spill. Her face still red, she made eye contact with him, making sure not to falter with her gaze.

"I saw my own death," she said flatly. "And if I'm correct, I won't live past 20. As I said before, the chances of the prediction being true is rather high." A sardonic smile came to her face, as it always did when she discussed this. Without waiting for the inevitable 'why', she went on to explain her reasoning behind such a stupid act.

"I was twelve and I was just learning how to actually use my abilities. My teachers had bragged about what a fast learner I was, how well I did at divining," she paused and shot a look at Isao. Was that regret showing through his eyes? "I don't blame them, they were right. I was a fast learner. But I was also a cocky one. They didn't even think to see if I would try something so reckless. It was near dawn, I decided that would be the best time since there wouldn't be much interfering with the pond outside in the courtyard. It took a lot of time and energy, but I saw it." She finally looked away, her voice was beginning to strain.

"It burned, seeing it. Physically that is. I could feel my eyes burning, but it was too late to stop what I had started. Isao sensei and my mother could hear me screaming and came running to find me. They knew what I had done before I could even get the chance to explain."

Silence filled the table, quite the contrast to the boisterous noise surrounding them. Kameko could feel their eyes on her, could feel the sympathy.

"I don't want your pity though," she sighed and stood from the table. "I don't regret it, now I can be prepared. I won't waste my time while I'm alive. I can achieve things I wouldn't have even begun to think about if I hadn't known."

"Kameko?" Jun started to stand, intending to follow her. She held up a hand.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm very tired now and I would like to go lie down. Thank you for the meal." With that said, she bowed to her dinner guests and left the restaurant.

As most nights, Kameko couldn't recall when she fell asleep, and she didn't dream again that night. She had lied when she said she didn't regret it. She missed dreaming.

Kameko avoided going to the festival on the last day. She didn't want to interact with people more than she had to before her training with Lady Tsunade would begin. So when Jun invited her to go out with him and a few of the locals, she politely refused.

The three of them were standing in the lobby of the Hokage's building, waiting to be seen by Lady Tsunade. Today they would begin their training. They were told that the girl named Sakura that Kameko had met two days ago would be joining them, as she was apprenticing under the Hokage. Isao saw no issue with it, since it wouldn't interfere with their schedule.

For the next six months, Konoha would be their home. For the next six months, she didn't have to focus on anything but adapting her skills, learning how to be a proper leader, and being able to keep a steady mind.

For the next six months, she could pretend that she would live much longer than was expected.