The months went by in which I would follow my prior training plan like I did before. But unlike before I lost my drive to overachieve and improve as I have been. With the constant threat looming in my mind, I just can't seem to fully concentrate.

Every day I would try to spend my time with my mother.

I would either try to ease her burden in any way I could come up with and then try to see her beatiful smile. It hurts to think that I might not be seeing that smile in the future. The worst? There is nothing I can come up with to save her. I even asked Kaguya, but she has no solution that I would be able to use. As an Otsutsuki she might have been able to split her own life energy with Hitomi, but me as the Hyuga obviously can not.

Hitomi would teach me cooking and I would try my first ever dish of the Elemental Nations. Luckily my cheat screens gave me the necessary skill and I somehow ended up learning cooking really fast. My past experiences probably had an important role too.

Hitomi would teach me knitting and I would knit her a scarf for the cold season that just came up. I even made mittens for her with a cute rabbit design on them that Minion01 really liked.

Hitomi would teach me dancing and I would try to keep up with her long legs. Occasionally I would invite Neji to a dance only to see my mother smile at the cute scene. Seeing her beatiful would make me smile and I really liked to dance for her.

Hitomi would teach me calligraphy and I would try to compose worthwile poems for her and express how much she means to me. She would even proudly show off my poems to the Hyuga Elders that spent years perfecting the art. I might have copied a poem of my past life.

Hitomi would teach me singing and I would try to incorporate songs to my puppet perfomances. At one time I had Mr. Fluffykins propose to Hitomi at a live perfomance, like Mr. Fluffykins said: 'From all the stars in the sky, you will forever be the brightest.'

Hitomi would teach me history and I would relish the time we spent together in silence. Sometimes she would complain about the extra weight my little sibling caused and the resulting pains.

Hitomi would teach me drawing and I would continue with my mindscape drawing. I also drew portraits of her and try to capture her smiling face, while she asks me about my 'ice drawing'.

Hitomi would teach me instruments and I would try to play songs of my past live. My cheat screens might have helped with my proficiency, but I have yet to manage playing a song from memory.

We would sometimes visit the village and I would meet people like Itachi and Hana again.

I even had my second birthday a while ago, which I celebrated with my parents. Just us three and a delicious birthday cake. No duties and worries.

But no matter what I did there is always that nagging feeling the background.

No matter what I would cook, Hitomi seemed to be tired.

No matter what I would knit, Hitomi seemed to be cold.

No matter what I would do to see her smile. It was always a tired smile.

It never mattered that I knew she would soon disappear.

I just tried to cheerful, while playing with dolls, training or just talking about the super awesome sibling.

In the end, here I am waiting in my room for news about my mothers current condition. It will probably be a few hours until I will know, if my presence disturbed the birth of Hanabi Hyuga and more important, if I will see Hitomis beatiful smile again.

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P.o.V. Hiashi

It has been some weeks after Hinatas first birthday, when Hitomi and I decided to try for another child. We originally wanted to wait at least for another two years, before trying for another child, but on Hitomis instistence we weont for it.

Not like I could ever resist my beatiful wife.

Besides Hinata is already way ahead of other children her age and she wouldn't be a problem for Hitomi.

Shortly after Hinatas first spar with Neji, she started to subtly change.

Hinata would constantly try to get Hitomis attention and spend time with her.

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She sometimes even cut into her own training time just so that she can spend extra time with Hitomi.

Seeing Hitomi and Hinata spending so much time with each other filled my heart with warmth. Not that anyone would ever hear me saying it, but seeing them both made me really happy. So I would sometimes forget about Hinatas training so that she can spend extra time with Hitomi.

Unfortunately in the last weeks I started to get a weird feeling from Hinata and Hitomi. Seeing them spending time with each other still helped my heart and eased my fatigue, but with probably the upcoming birth of our second child, I always start to get that feeling of danger from watching them both.

I couldn't locate where the danger came from and just enjoyed each passing day until today that is.

"RRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHH"

Ahhh~ I remember the last time, when I was probably more nervous than Hitomi had been.

"RRAAARRGGGgGgghh"

I am so happy to not be female right now.

"RRRrrraaaaaghhhhhh"

Hm? Is something wrong with Hitomi? She sounded more tired than I expected her to be.

"Hnnnnnnnng"

"Lord Hiashi! Your wife is dying!"

"...What?!"

"Her chakra levels are really unstable and dropping rapidly. We managed to remove the baby from her womb, but she won't survive another hour. Her whole chakra network collapsed in itse-"

"Then do something about it! Are you not a medic-nin?!"

"We are doing everything in our pow-"

A nurse interrupts the medic-nin.

"Lord Hiashi, your wife requests your presence."

"Go."

Damn Damn Damn. Hitomi don't do this to me. Please.

"Hitomi."

"Hiashi."

"I know you can make it. I still remember when you safed me from that Iwa-nin years ago. The woman that dragged me out of that cave-in back to Konoha. You are that strong woman."

Hitomi please don't do this.

"Hiashi."

"Or the time when we were surrounded by nuke-nin and we easily beat them against all odds."

Hitomi please. What will I do without you?

"Hiashi please."

"Right. When we get back home, we can have sushi, the sort you especially like."

"Hiiasshi *hick*"

Please don't. Don't look at me with your tear filled eyes.

"Hitomi- I can't- Not without you."

Now I am also starting to cry.

"Hiashi please. Listen."

"Hitomi-"

"Husband. I can't. I have known for a long time, that I won't make it. I left two letters. Please read the one for you. Please."

"Hitomi. I am sure the medic-nin will be back in a moment and help you!"

"No... please help Hinata. She is such a lonely child. And look after Hanabi. Please."

"I can't. Not without you! Please don't leave me!"

"... I love you, Hiashi. I always will."

Don't close your eyes Hitomi. No No NO No NO NO NO.

"Hi-"

Fuck I am already sobbing like crazy.

"-tomi!"

No. No. Why did you stop breathing?! Please?

This is not happening.

Everything has been perfect just days ago.

Hitomi you kidding me right?!

You are still mad about me taking your blanket that night right?! RIGHT?!

"Lord Hiashi. Your wife is dead."

I will never forget this day for my whole life.

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P.o.V. Hinata

It has been hours now, when suddenly I felt pain my chest area. This is my heart right? Is this what happens when you just know that someone close to you died?

It wouldn't be that right? It might well be that I just ate something weird and Hitomi is just a little too tired. Yeah that's it.

Yeah. No way in hell.

And no matter what I do. These tears just won't stop coming.

"Hinata."

Damn. Ko just had to see me crying. He probably thinks I am weird for crying. Why is he giving me that sad eyes? No.

"Hinata. Your little sister is safe, but your mother didn't make it. In case she wouldn't survive, she left behind a letter for you."

I take the letter without really realizing what Ko said and open it.

Dear Hinata,

I have written this letter for you in case I won't survive the next weeks.

It has been two years that I spent with you and I cherished every moment.

From the first moment I saw your mesmerizing, blue eyes to the funny poems you wrote for me.

You are a very peculiar child did you know?

Your eyes show wisdom beyond your years and the way you always act around people, like you are a baby-sized adult.

My parents sometimes told me stories of old souls. You know people that remember have memories of past lives, but I almost thought of them as mere fairy tales.

That changed with you.

The first time you looked into my eyes. The first time you started walking. The first time you started talking (I still remember when you first called my mother).

And the first time we played shogi against each other.

I am sure you at least remember parts of a past life and that made you an interesting child.

But I never cared for it. After all you are still my little Hinata that plays with Mr. Fluffykins and warms my heart every day.

Even if you were some kind of old soul, even if you were a demon or monster, you would always be my little baby.

I just wanted you to know how much I love you Hinata.

I really wanted to see you fall in love. Talk about boys and be present at your marriage. I really wanted to meet my grandchildren and tell them how a wonderful child you have been to me.

And I wanted to see you play with your baby sister. How you both would sometimes fight with each other and then make up. Maybe even fight over a boy you both like.

It is so unfair that I can't accompany you through your life.

Hinata please. Know that I love you. Know that I would always be at your side if I could.

But one last thing. Please try to open up to other people.

I have seen how you react to others and I know that you try to hide yourself from others.

If you don't let others see your true self then how can they truly start appreciating you?

Don't live a lonely life Hinata.

Love you

Mom

My tears mix with the tearstains from my mother and grip the letter close my chest.

This is so damn unfair. Hitomi deserved to live at least twice as long as she did.

She was a wonderful person and one heck of a mother.

Damn. These tears just won't stop.

I pick up the shamisen in the corner of the room and just play whaterever comes to my mind.

I let my fingers glide from one point to another, just as my tears would glide down my cheeks.

Looking back I never manage to remember what song I played, but one thing I do remember: It was a masterpiece.