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Hisaki.

Hisaki Uchiha. She was the only child of Junri and Ryuuhi Uchiha. She might have been great.

She might have turned out to be a genius and a prodigy, but we'll never know. The chances were good though. When she was a baby, she used to blow puffs of flame out of her mouth in an effort to amuse herself. Adults would watch with barely suppressed delight at this showing of potential. Even the Hokage seemed pleased when he first met her as an infant. And then there was war, a case of mistaken identities that led to two deaths –war crimes, it was surmised and then dismissed- and her potential vaporized like a drop of water on a stovetop.

It didn't really matter though because another prodigy was born of the ordeal. A four year old Itachi Uchiha had awoken his Sharingan and all about her was forgotten.

Children born into the circumstance of war, who are in and around it, live with the acute understanding that death –at any given time- will eventually arrive to claim them. Such children are not afraid of death for it is mere deliverance from the situations they must cope with.

Instead, they fear pain, cruelty, betrayal and loneliness.

Tea roses.

The war may have ended but for those who lost loved ones, the sadness never ended, always lingering about. And for those unlucky survivors, it was impossible to forget the occurrence of war. To some, it was merely a distant concept and after it ended, many acted like such atrocity had never happened.

Every Tuesday, before the sun set, she would place a bouquet of tea roses, and light incense at the foot of the memorial stone. She would stay in quiet contemplation, in remembrance of the faded casualties of war. She couldn't forget them, because her parents were among them. Thus there was nothing she could do but remember and be grateful of the freedoms that they had granted her with the exchange of their lives.

She wondered, at times whether her parents were watching over her. Whether they would have been proud of her and of all the choices she had made.

How can you define what a person is? Love. She was love, the unconditional caring love of a mother. The kind of love that always wanted the best for you, no matter the repercussions for her. The kind of love that was always there, and never asked anything in return. Even to the end she loved, and that was what he knew her as.