Wow, first againsty thing I've ever made o.O so, for all of those who already know of my writing style, please, tell me what you think of this. I'm not sure if the name of the main character has ever been used before, but it kinda was a random name that came to my mind, and I kinda made up the meaning for it. So yeah, just thought you should all know. I don't think this takes place at a specific time in the anime, maybe in Shippuden though. Anyway, on with my againsty romance fic! 8D xP
Naruto does not belong to me, main character does, and story idea does too. Enjoy, and so you know, this was kinda a random idea that popped in my head, and I still have to figure out a bit more of it. Well, mostly a lot xP
Oh, and I don't know what the song in here is called D: sorry. Just an old song that I remember from a loooooong time ago
You Are My SunShine
She walked down the dark, cold street in just a simple baise sleeveless shirt and dark green capris. The only thing keeping her arms warm was a thin and fairly see-through blouse, which only covered down to her mid-chest. Her legs were kept warm with skin coloured tights. You would think she wasn't wearing any at all because the colour matched her skin tone so perfectly.
She breathed through her mouth and she saw her misty breath hang in the autumn air. She kept walking, holding her bag of groceries against her chest, both to keep them safe from falling out of the bag and to give her a little extra warmth. She was at least grateful that her ears wouldn't get to freezing, because of her thick golden hair that covered over them. But, despite her ears, the rest of her was freezing.
She tried to walk steadily, but her body was shivering, and her breath was shaky. She couldn't stop now though, she didn't want to be late. That would only lead to more trouble, more than she wanted or could take.
Down Konoha's streets she walked. It was eight o'clock at night, and she had finished getting groceries and her other tasks only a half-hour ago. It was such a long walk from center town to her home.
She loved that, it got her away from her home. But she hated it to, because of her fear of coming home late, which had sadly happened before.
Her name was Sunna.
Sun. Bright. Energetic. Cheery. Beautiful. Charming. Sunshine. These were all words that described her name. But, none of the characteristics suited her.
Sunna was small, quiet, shy, and she hardly ever smiled. The only thing about her that suited her name was her golden hair, like the sun's rays, and her beauty. She had bright blue eyes, and her face had no freckles or zits. Her figure was nice, and she was all right in the chest area. After all, she was sixteen.
The only bad thing about her body was the bruises that nobody ever saw.
'Mother…' she found herself thinking. 'Why did you name me Sunna? I can't be who I'm supposed to be the way I am.'
She was almost home now. She was just walking up to the front pathway.
Thinking about her mother brought back memories. Sunna remembered her Mother's long blonde hair that went down to her hips. She remembered her blue eyes too. And her friendly smile, and her sweet voice.
She opened the door and stepped inside, removing her shoes in the hallway. She still held her load as she did all this, and then started to the kitchen to unload it all.
At the memory of her mother's voice, she recalled a lullaby she sang to her so long ago.
"You are my SunShine, Sunna." Her Mother said to her. Her smile was so bright, it could cheer anyone up, give anyone self-confidence. "My beautiful SunShine."
'Father won't mind I don't think.' She said to herself. 'Maybe…maybe just this once I can get away with humming the tune…'
As she entered the kitchen, she started to hum the old lullaby's tune. She did it quietly as she started unpacking and stocking the food in the bag.
Her mother had always sung the song to her as a child; it was her favourite song in the whole world. But simply mentioning it near her Father would have him in a blind rage. That was why she never sung it, or anything of the such.
As Sunna was innocently unpacking the groceries, and humming the lullaby to herself, footsteps walked in the hallway, heading toward the kitchen. Unfortunately, Sunna had not noticed at all.
The figure stopped in the doorway, leaning against it on the side. The figure was a man, about in his forties. He had short and messy black hair, baggy and messy clothes on, and in his hand he had a large bottle of Sake, almost empty. He stood there speechless as he watched the teenage girl do the chore.
Finally, after a minute or so, he urged his voice to come out.
"What…the hell…did I say…about singin' that song…?" he asked drunkenly.
The girl gasped, and nearly dropped the bottle she was holding.
"Fa-Father!" She turned to him, still holding onto the bottle.
The man took a few steps forward to her. "What the hell did I say about singing that god damn song?!" he shouted.
"I'm sorry father!" Sunna yelped. She moved one foot back. "The song was caught in my head; I'm so sorry!"
"What the hell did I say about singing that song?!" he shouted again.
He hit the girl across the face. She let out a cry of pain and fell to the tiled floor. The bottle in her hand had fallen out, and has smashed to the floor. Shatters of glass hit her and the man's legs, but he was unhurt.
"Now look what you've done you stupid bitch!" he growled. He kicked her in the ribs.
The girl cried in pain, as he also kicked some sharp glass at her. "I'm sorry Father! I'll clean it up! Please!"
"I hate you!" the man yelled. He picked the girl up by the cloth on her shoulders and threw her against a wall. She had tears on her cheeks and in her eyes. She looked at him as he scowled at her.
'Please…' she thought to herself. 'Please tell me he didn't have enough sake to think that I look like-"
Suddenly, Sunna's Father's face changed. He turned from raging mad to sad and heartbroken. He had had enough sake.
He shut his eyes and tilted his chin down. "Why?"
"Father, please, I'm sorry!" Sunna said, trying to persway her drunk Father to let her go unharmed.
"Why?" he repeated.
"I'll clean up the mess, I'll clean the house again, just please let me go!" she squealed. She was starting to panic.
He lifted his head back up furiously. Sunna could see tears in his eyes, along with fire and rage.
"Why do you have to look so much like your Mother?!" he shouted.
"I'm sorry!" she screamed. More tears ran down her face.
"It's all your fault that she's dead!"
"I'm sorry!" she cried out again.
Her tears and screams where met with a slap across the face, and a knee-kick in the gut.
SunShine, you are my SunShine
Sunna coughed out spit and it hit the floor.
You make me happy, when skies are gray
Her Father grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her across the room.
You'll never know, dear, how much I love you
Sunna hit the floor again. She clutched her stomach and tried to whip her mouth from her saliva.
So please don't take, my SunShine away…
Her Father thundered towards her. She cringed as she heard each footstep coming closer.
So please don't take…my SunShine…away…