"Why are you two bringing so little? Don't you need the ironing board?" Curious little Matsuri asked her mother who was packing clothes into her own sandy backpack by her bedside. She turned to see her youngest daughter peeking into the bedroom with a tear in her eye.

Her mother gave a short, happy laugh. "And why would I need the ironing board?" she asked her daughter in return as she beckoned her to sit on her lap.

"Because presentation is important. Isn't that what you said the other day?"

Another simple laugh escaped her pale lips. "Yes, you're right, but not that fancy of an outfit. You were going to a tea party so you had to dress nice.

"It was a fake one though."

She couldn't help but smile one more time. "Yes, it was indeed now, wasn't it?"

"Mmhm," the brown haired girl replied with a nod.

She hugged her mom. It would be a few weeks as they said before they'd return. "Come home quickly."

"I will."

"I'll miss you, mommy."

"I'll miss you too sweetie."

Hinata couldn't help but cry silently as she saw her sister and mother. She didn't really know exactly why, but she did know that she already had a bad feeling in her gut and she wished it was gone.

Only a few hours later, the two girls' parents were leaving. "Goodbye girls! Take good care of each other."

"We will, MaMa!" They cried out simultaneously, tears rolling down both of their faces. The two held hands to comfort each during their parents departure, and with the other hand they waved goodbye to their loving leaders, guides, supporters of life in the setting sun, an eerie sun it was too.

It took them both a long time to cease their waving and turn back inside. Almost forty minutes in fact. They decided they both were not hungry and so forth departed to their own rooms.

Hinata was just about to start continuing her individual study on medical ninjutsu when her sister came crashing into her room. "Hinata! Hinata!"

"You have my attention," she drearily replied while turning her position to the door. She had been in a very comfortable position that she nearly forgot her life, but now she had her legs hanging over the side of her bed.

"Mom forgot her necklace! I have to go give it to her before she's too far away!" And with that, Matsuri darted out of the elder sister's room and down the stairs. Hinata nearly jumped down the full length of stairway to catch up to her sister and was able to catch her right as she was in the doorway. "Matsuri, calm down!"

"But they're the ones Dad gave her!"

"I figured, but I was trying to say you shouldn't be going alone. Make sure someone is with you."

"But no one will."

"Have you already crossed me off your list?" Hinata replied in almost a playful manner.

"Well... ok. You do know jutsus anyway so you'll be my bodyguard!"

"Ok little princess." The comment made Matsuri smile at her sister which Hinata could not help but return.

The set out in about one minute after their discussion. As they ran passed the gates and through the chasm that led to and out of the village, many shinobi started alerting others of their leaving. Hinata saw this and did not understand why specifically, but she just kept sprinting alongside her sister.

They could both run quite fast and caught up to their walking parents in about twenty minutes. As they approached, Matsuri yelled, "MaMa!"

The mom turned around thinking she imagined her daughter yelling, but saw it unfortunately true that they both had come.

"What are you doing here?" She yelled back, although they were now only five feet away before they halted next to their parents.

"We b-brought you... you're... p-pearl... necklace," Matsuri panted, pulling the precious pearls out of her buttoned pocket where she had put it for safe keeping in her travel there. She was not used to this type of run as she only usually sprinted in minutes at a time.

"W-why... you girls!" She was speechless. Her spouse came to put a hand on her shoulder and smiled.

"You are such stubborn kids," still with a smile. "You two will be fine, brave shinobi indeed." He beckoned them into his arms and gave them a hug and kissed them on the forehead. Though it had only been nearly an hour, he missed the children already. Their playfulness, their laughter, their presence just made his last day better.

Mom joined the hug. She too was having the same feelings. The children she watched over were now staying at home alone for an extended period of time. 'They're growing up so fast...'

Something over-shadowed Hinata's eye. She looked up and saw flowers, white flowers. No, they were paper flowers, origami. "Ma, Ba, what is this origami?"

Everyone looked to see the flowers for four more seconds. Then all of a sudden, they refolded into kunai. The family all jumped away and weapons headed straight for Ma and Ba. The red kunai fell to the ground and Ma and Ba did too.

The siblings stood in shock, they're parents murdered right on sight.

"NOOOOOOO! MA! BA!" Hinata ran to her parents, their faces covered in deep cuts and blood, hardly even recognizable to her. "No! Just h-hang in there! I-I-I'll heal you!"

She started to use the jutsus she had been quietly studying for. 'I might be able to save someone. No, I won't loose my parents.'

She focused. She had not learned proper chakra control so concentrated her inner power into her hands and put them over her mom who was closest and who looked to be in not as bad of condition. A light greenish light grew under her hands, then flickered. It stayed on for only a moment more before it died. The spot where she put her hands over now seemed to look a hundred times worse now. Horrified. It had turned black.

"What did you just do?! Did you kill her?!" Matsuri saw.

"No, NO! I promise! I was trying to save them! I was trying to use ninjutsu..."

"To kill them right? You're the worst sister ever!" And she started running back to the village.

'No, no. I can't have killed them. I just can't!' She started crying, her tears falling on her mother's lifeless body.

"Hinata..." she heard someone whisper. She looked up and could barely see her father moving his head ever so slightly.

"What is it BaBa?"

"I-I...we... are s-sorry f-f-for not... t-telling you... the t-truth..."

"About what? You guys have always been so honest to me and I've been grateful."

She could vaguely tell by his expression that his seriousness was draining his life, and he only had a few seconds more to live. But it already made no sense. A truth she never found out?

"BaBa! Tell me!"

His voice was so quite, his lips barely moving. It looked like he was breathing his last breath into these two words.

She had slowly walked back to the village. The sand twirled and danced around her in joy while she trampled down its happiness in her footsteps and tears. She at last came to the chasm path that led to the inside of the city. Her parents had raised her here. She remembered the first day her parents brought her to the Academy. The happiness she found here and in their house...

Her sister was here. She'd have to face her, and explain that she wasn't a murderer of her own parents.

But what still haunted her was what this truth was. Could it really be so important and deep that it could change her whole life?

Your Birth.