"You're doing great miss! Just keep pushing! One last push!" encouraged the male doctor.

On the bed laid a woman, too young to be an adult and yet, here she is, birthing a babe of her own. The gather is no where to be seen, probably off drowning his worries with liquor.

The mother to be appeared to be half-dead, sweat dripped down her pain stricken face.

"AAAAAAAaaaaa!" With a final scream, a silence was heard.

"Congratulations ma'am! You have a healthy baby girl!"

The baby had the dark green eyes of the missing father but night sky black hair of the ill mother.

"*huff* Why...Why isn't... she crying?"

Society tells us that when born, all babies cry. This newborn, was silent. Not a cry, a babble, or a squeal left the babes lips.

"Unfortunately ma'am, your daughter might be mute, but people who have been diagnosed as mute can still make sounds. For whatever reason, your daughter is silent."

The doctor then handed the silent girl to her weakening mother. Upon seeing the mothers condition, the unarmed doctor ran out the room and called several nurses to bring him the tools and medicines required to save her life.

He returned to the room, prepped to prolong her life as long as he could till his requested help arrives, but stopped when he saw the duo.

The mother had a soft smile upon her face, and held the chubby hand of her silent daughter. The girl was smiling, showing all gums, but still no sound was made.

The doctor stepped closer to the mother, prepared to take the baby from her arms, but stopped when he heard her muttering.

"U..ta..u"

"I apologize miss?"

"H-her name... Utau... because one day... she will... have her... voice... heard..."

With that the mother drew her final breath, and stilled, eyes still on her daughter. The babe began to cry, as if she understood the severity of what happened before her, but still no sounds escaped her mouth. Silent fat tears dropped down her face and onto her dead mothers cooling arms.

"Time of death. 12:17 am. Cause: internal bleeding during birth."

The nurses finally arrived with medication, defibrillators and other necessities that would surly save the patients life, but only to a crying baby and a dead woman in a bed. They were only minutes late, but those minutes made the biggest impact on both the mother and child.

The doctor continued his decree, with a heavy heart.

"Surviving family known: a single daughter, aged no more than 10 minutes old."

A brave nurse handed her items to the others and stepped forward to remove the crying baby Utau from her deceased mother's arms and bounced her to calm her tears, and turned to the doctor.

"Sir? What do you want me to do with the child?"

The doctor sat in a chair located in the corner of the room, and rubbed is face while sighing. He glanced at the calmed Utau, who was beginning to fall asleep.

"Since we have no identity for the baby's father, nor the identity of her deceased mother, we have no choice but to hand her over to the local orphanage."

The nurse frowned, but complied.

"Very well sir. I'll notify the orphanage director of their new occupant sir. I'll also take this young one away to get her dressed and checked up."

The doctor nodded in her direction and looked toward the other nurses and gestured for everyone to leave the room.

He stood up from his chair, and walked over to the dead mother, and closed her now cloudy eyes for a final time.

"What a cruel world you left your baby to ma'am. Nothing but a name, and no surname either," He walked over to the window and looked out at the night sky, seeing it clouded over, the moonlight barely showing through.

"Good luck little Utau, this world is a cruel one, what with all the shinobi wars and rogues. And welcome to Sunagakure."

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