Welcome to my first english fanfiction! English is not my first language, so please bear with me. I like constructive criticism! Please keep the destructive critique to a minimum. I won't be updating this story regularly, but I will do my best. As I do not have a beta-reader (anyone interested?) I will be doing the correcting myself. Sorry, not sorry for any mistakes \\(*_*)/ Have fun! -Y

- I will be switching between POVs sometimes. They are divided by horizontal lines.

- " " & ' ' will be used for voices and thoughts

- italic for out of body experiences, such as genjutsu and dreams

- I will keep use the Japanese version of all names like 'Maito Gai', because I prefer it to 'Might Guy'

Prologue

Noriko Yoshikawa was a patient and experienced nurse. But this time she almost kicked the husband of her expecting patient for his extreme concern and doting. She was not an enemy of concerned and genuine husbands, but Kami help her, she needed a break from the constant 'you are the most youthful flower' and 'push, my angel of life'. In all honesty, it was adorable and endearing to watch the couple anticipating their second child. Just as nurse Noriko was getting ready to take a pain-killer for her coming headache, her colleague Shiita exclaimed an all too happy: "I can see the head!"

They were done. Done with life. And done with death. Supposedly, being reborn was something that they had earned through enduring one hell of a shitty lifetime. After their first rebirth and the following eight years of torment, they had had enough. Ending their new life on their own terms had been comforting, but equally as frightening. Seeing the black nothingness of none-existence again had them cursing internally. And in this second they were cursing every damn God they knew, because the vortex of white that took hold of them seemed to swallow them whole.

Bright light, loud voices and crying. Their crying to be exact. They knew exactly what had happened and what would follow: Demeaning moments of having their butt wiped by bigger people and the pain of having to grasp a completely new culture, let alone a brand new body. What. A. Joy.

"There she is!" She was handed off to someone else.

"Aina! It's a girl! It's a girl! What should I do?!", a deep, excited and way too loud person shouted.

"Now Dai, that is no reason to panic! I am a girl after all, aren't I? How 'bout you give her to me, so I can hold her for the first time?"

This second voice was sweet and kind, but also thin and exhausted. She felt herself being transferred to a different pair of arms. 'My mothers?'

"Now little one, what should we name you?" She gurgled, as if she had the ability to respond to the woman's warm voice. Someone, maybe the person who held her first, was sniffling loudly. It sounded suspiciously like crying.

"We could *sniff* always follow my family *sniff* tradition of names! What about Mai? Or Kai? They are both most youthful names!" The sniffling had stopped, replaced by excitement.

'Oh mother, please don't let father choose the name this time around.', was her last thought, before she sunk into a blissfully unaware slumber.

Maito Dai was proud to be a good and caring father and husband. But all his skills and parenting and making his wife laugh seemed useless and redundant when he visited his wife and new born daughter the next morning. His three year old son Gai had stayed at home, being watched by a couple of genin for who he had requested a D-rank mission. When he was leaving their small but 'youthful' house in the most southern and touristy district of Konohagakure, he was almost run over by a messenger-nin, requesting that he would follow him to the hospital immediately, because his wife had suffered a severe postpartum illness of the heart. It was a cardiovascular disease that had resulted in his civilian wife having a stroke in the early morning hours. The nurses and medic-nins present had told him that those kind of things happened very unexpectedly, and that if it weren't for his wife's civilian constitution, the situation would have been easier to handle. His beautiful Aina was a blue eyed angel with hazelnut hair. Maybe some people would think different, but to him, she was perfect. Other people, other than his children of course, didn't matter like that.

"D-Dai. Darling Dai, c-come here.." Her usually soft voice was raspy with pain, her eyes unseeing. Her left hand searching for his right. When her hand found his, he realised the severity of his wife's situation. Her hand was cold, weak and almost alien, not like the one he remembered.

"Aina... " His voice abandoned him, as he choked on sobs.

"W-What about that one? Something important to remember me by, h-huh? The little one needs a name. And i-it e-even has the 'a-a-ai' that you wanted, darling. She will be as happy as I w-was" His wife's voice grew weaker, as his world got smaller.

Nurse Noriko had a bad day. Usually, she would be careful to not get overly attached. She would not play favourites with patients. And she would definitely not spend her lunch break just staring through the window of the maternity ward. Inside, the newly widowed father was holding his one week old daughter close to his chest. Her blue eyer looked into nothingness, as they hadn't yet developed their sight completely. Maito Dai was staring at the pink name-tag on his daughters wrist, tears in his eyes.

Noriko wasn't a person to cry over every patient, but the young mother that had died here this morning had won her heart by storm. She would remember her.