A/N: It seems I have another plot bunny rapidly reproducing, thus a new story has been born.

I hopefully plan to make the other chapters longer, but no promises.

Utano

Chapter 1.

Deep in the forest, along the border of the Land of Tea and the Land of Fire there was a small village named Mokuzai. There were few people, but it was one of the best places to live in a Utano's opinion. The woods were abundant with food if you knew where to look, it had fresh water that flowed from the far off mountains, but most of all it was peaceful.

Peace was a hard thing to find in the world, there always seemed to be a battle happening somewhere or someplace struggling to make it because of the unfair rule of some individual or another. Due to the smallness of the village, the look of almost poverty the wooden huts gave, no one seemed to bother the tiny village, and that was perfect in her opinion.

Utano smiled at her thoughts as she once again appreciated the peace of the forest, it was a place her mind often took her, as she had very little do to these days. Due to the chill in the autumn air her cough had gotten worse, thus she remained bedridden within her small hut, much to the dismay of her five year old daughter Yuki. After giving a huff of amusement at the memory of her daughters put out expression at the news of her mothers illness, she leaned over and took the forest roots that Yuki had collected the day before and began preparing them. A stew would be nice, it would warm her child for when she returned from her day of play with the other few village children. With a skilled hand she sliced and carved the roots and added them to the broth already cooking upon the fire, before stirring the contents dutifully. Moments later, almost like a siren call the scent of the stew that wafted outside the huts partially closed flap and called her cheerful child. Yuki ran inside, her white hair fluffing excitedly as she gazed at the food.

"Mama! You made stew!" the child's eyes wide with awe and happiness at the small luxury.

Utano smiled lovingly at her child and gently beckoned her in, "yes love, come, close the door and wash up, you must be hungry."

Yuki grinned and closed the flap behind her, taking care to carefully pin the corners to the wood of the hut to keep out the night's chill. "yes mama" she said obediently before she turned and went to the basin of water in the corner to clean her hands.

While the child cleaned herself up Utano took a deep breath, ignoring the urge to lay down, feeling more and more tired, despite how little she was doing. Taking two modest looking ceramic bowls she spooned careful portions into the bowls and placed them perfectly side by side.

Seconds later, Yuki crawled up beside her mother looking up at her with bright blue eyes that shimmered with innocence.

"Go on love, eat" Utano urged gently. Yuki smiled happily and took her bowl before sighing happily as her small hands held the warm bowl, warming her frozen fingers. "this looks yummy" she had quipped happily.

Utano simply smiled and kissed her daughter's brow before she to picked up her bowl and began to eat, the hut filled with the sounds of eating. Evenings like this were in Utano's opinion were absolute perfection... However perfection never lasted, and never would.

It didn't take long until the bowels of soup were empty and satisfied bellies were left instead. Yuki placed her bowls beside her mothers before crawling upon her mother's lap, "mama, can you tell me a story?" the small girl pleaded, as she relaxed into her mothers embrace enjoying the warmth it held.

Utano smiled gently petting her daughter's hair before giving a thoughtful noise, "hmm and what story should I tell you hmm?" she asked in a playful tone, very well aware on what her daughter wished.

Yuki pouted puffing out her childish cheeks "you know mommy, tell me about him" she pleaded. Utano gently caressed her daughter's hair before beginning the desired tale.

"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful woman who loved to sing. Every song she sang would touch the hearts of those who heard her.

Some listeners would cry,

Some listeners would yell in anger and frustration,

and some listeners would laugh and bellow in great cheer.

One day while the traveling woman sat upon an old well that sat upon a rarely walked upon path, she had met someone who would change her life forever. It was there where she met him, where she met the son of a white wolf.

The son, who was but on the cusp of manhood was like stone. He was hard and cold, his heart was far away and almost impossible to reach. Though the son was quiet and sullen, The woman took a breath and sang, for it was all she could offer to the son who seemed so tired. However, when the woman parted her lips and sang, the son cried. He fell to the dirt before his sobs echoed, turning and mutating into bellows of anger.

The woman who had seen her fair share of listeners watched, as her song echoed softly alongside the son's cries. She had never seen such sorrow and hurt held in the heart of one person before, and it hurt her heart just to see it. It was then when the woman did something she had never done before, she opened her arms and held someone, determined to help ease the sorrow that lived in the heart of the son.

The woman held the son for an entire night, comforting his heart. She knew she would do little to heal his deep never ending ache, but she could give him solace for one night. Once single night...

Though son never told her of his hurt, she knew it was there, and though the son never spoke a single word to her, she knew everything that was unsaid, and it was with that knowledge the woman knew she had helped just a little.

When the morning came, and the sun had risen, the son had stood, never even glancing at the woman and left, never to be seen by the woman again. Though the son had left with out a word, he did leave one thing behind that would change the woman's life forever, he left a little piece of himself for the woman to keep forever, a reminder that even the hearts that are silent and cold can offer the most beautiful of things."

Utano spoke the last words of the very much repeated story before gazing down at her child. Much to her adoration, her little Yuki was fast asleep in her arms. It was in these moments, she allowed her heart to be expressed when her child was asleep and well. Tears welled in her blue eyes before silent tears fell down her cheeks.

What would her child do when she was gone?

She wasn't stupid, she knew her time was coming. She knew she would be leaving her little child alone, all alone with nothing to her name. She was only five, five years of age. She was young, so innocent.

The young mother silently wept, her heart aching bitterly at the thought of her child being alone, she would have no one... unless...

Utano's eyes widened before she gently placed her child down and tucked her in before crawling across the hut to only open a floor board and reach down into its depths, for a journal of hers. She, after all, had written of almost every song she had sung and to whom. She flipped through the aged pages before stopping at the song of bitter sorrow, the song she had sung the night she had conceived her little Yuki.

Spring, April 27th. Song 2456

I've named this song, the song of bitter sorrow, as the song for him was filled with sorrow and a bitter heart. I hadn't meant to sing for him, if I hadn't fallen from the well edge, I would never have known, I wouldn't have ever known the song that echoed in the hidden depths of the wolfs son.

Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face
You told me how proud you were but I walked away
If only I knew what I know today

I would hold you in my arms
I would take the pain away
Thank you for all you've done
Forgive all your mistakes.

There's nothing I wouldn't do
To hear your voice again.
Sometimes I wanna call for you but I know you won't be there

Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you for everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself by hurting you

Some days I feel broke inside but I won't admit
Sometimes I just wanna hide 'cause it's you I miss
And it's so hard to say goodbye when it comes to this

Would you tell me I was wrong?
Would you help me understand?
Are you looking down upon me?
Are you proud of who I am?

There's nothing I wouldn't do
To have just one more chance
To look into your eyes and see you looking back

Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you for everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself,
If I had just one more day
I would tell you how much that I've missed you since you've been away

Oh, it's dangerous
It's so out of line
To try and turn back time

I'm sorry for blaming you for everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself by hurting you

This song, its to sad... I hate my gift... My purpose, If it can even be called that. I think I made his heart hurt cause.. he cried.. then he screamed.. then nothing, he was so quiet like he had nothing else to say, nothing he could say... I couldn't leave him, he saved me. So I did what I could to save him, I gave him a single night of solace.. A single night to be only him, A man, not a leaf ninja, not a soldier for a hidden village,the son of the wolf. I don't regret it, How could I when he slept after so peacefully? I hope this is the last song I sing... the last heart I hold and read for I wouldn't wish my so called gift upon anyone...

Utano ended her short read there as she remained deep in thought, surely if he knew he had a child he would care for her? Then again could he, he was so damaged as it was... but even if he couldn't care for her surely he could find someone who could... scrambling after that thought she dug around in the depths of the floor boards before pulling out a scraggly brush, a well-used ink stone, and old paper.

Dear, Hatake Kakashi...

A/N:

Song: Hurt- Christina Aguilera

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