A New Life

I opened my eyes to see shadowy figures, strange voices that seemed to be concerned with my well-being, while I can't understand what they were saying, I could hear a heartbroken woman crying and screaming with all the strength she could draw from her body, a cry only a mother could do after finding out her child was dead, with that said it seems I took over the body of a Stillborn, suddenly I started to cry without apparent reason, but deep in my soul I felt the remnants of the original soul of this body fusing with me, his feelings and desires resonating with my whole being to let his mother know, he was alive, that we were here, and that I need my mother just as much as she needed to see me safe.

The crying and screaming stopped, nothing could be heard except for my crying, and the nearest figure approached me as fast as it could move, making a second check up to make sure I was okay after coming back from the death, while the figure was checking me up, I could hear the trembling voice of my mother saying something still unable to understand what she was saying I could only interpret the relief on her voice.

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{Yūhi Mai POV}

"Push, Madam, Push, it's almost here" I barely hear while screaming in pain, giving birth to my child, I could feel how my child was coming out of my body and felt a bit of relive knowing that the worst part came to an end, now I just needed to wait for him to start crying while the family doctor and nurses check his condition, any moment now, I'll hear his first cry, and give him his first hug, any second now.

"It doesn't seem to be responding to stimulation" I heard one of the nurses say, what do they mean he is not responding to stimulation.

"Madam, I'm really sorry to inform you, but your baby boy was born dead, I'm really sorry for your loss" the doctor approached me putting a hand on my shoulder, my boy was dead, he just said my boy was dead, I could feel tears that moments ago thought were going to be for happiness forming on my eyes, something inside me just snapped, I was broken, all my illusions, dreams and aspirations, all the love that I had for my baby boy was now useless, Sadness engulfed me, a sadness that can't be described, a sadness no one can understand unless they lose a child, a sadness no one should ever feel everything I was feeling erupted like volcano.

I was lost in my own world, a world filled with despair, a world without hope, without love, a world without my baby, I wanted to die, I wanted to disappear, and stop feeling all this pain, when suddenly a new cry was heard, a cry that my whole being reacted as nothing ever made me before, I was faster than everyone else in the room, my body, my soul, my heart knew it was the cry of my baby, my sweet little boy was alive.

"He is alive, he is alive" I was barely capable of saying with my sore throat.

One of the nurses made her way quickly to my son, doing a second checkup on him, it wasn't long before they brought him to me and the sadness, the despair that was growing on me was suddenly replaced by joy, if I had any tears left they would be falling down my cheeks, while I am contemplating my baby, absorbed on looking every single inch of his little body when I realized something on his eyes.

"Doctor, is there something wrong with his eyes?" I asked, afraid of the answer he could give, my baby was death a few moments ago, what if he developed some kind of illness due to that? I wouldn't love him any less, but I don't want him to suffer.

"As far as we are able to tell, he has a rare condition called Heterochromia, it means the color of his eyes are different, but there isn't some kind of illness or deformity attached to it, so you shouldn't worry about that Madam." While the doctor was explaining to me about his eyes, I was inspecting them, his left eye had a sapphire blue color like mine, and his right eye was ruby red, like his late father.

"With that said, Madam, the boy needs a name do you have one ready or should we come back at a later time" the doctor said with a calm tone now that the crisis was over.

"Kenji, Yūhi Kenji" I said while glancing at my son who seemed to react to his name by grabbing my finger with his little hand, if only his father were here to see him, but just like many other ninjas he was killed during the attack of the nine-tails.

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{Yūhi Kenji POV}

I still couldn't understand anything the people in this room were saying, until my mother said my name, Yūhi Kenji not because I knew the meaning of those words, but because something was imprinted on my soul, a name, one thing I learned during my reincarnation cycle is that words have power, and names hold a greater power, they bind our souls to our flesh, they bind our flesh to our blood, and they bind our blood to our family, ancestors and descendants bound together by the simple matter of a name.

No matter if you are related by blood to someone or if you were adopted, once a name is given to you, it can't be taken back, while I wasn't an expert of the spiritual repercussion of a name, I knew a thing or two, first we have three names, the name given by our ancestors, the name we give ourselves aware of it or not, and finally the most important and probably the most vulnerable and dangerous of the three our true name or the name given to our existence by the universe itself, if someone knew even a syllable of our true names they will hold a bit of power over us, and while it wouldn't be much it would be enough to force us to do things as long as they don't go to far, but if they knew our full names they'll hold absolute control over us, even after reincarnation because true names are the fundamental part of a soul and unlike the other two a true name will never change.