Gaara's Flower
Author's Note
The name 'Hana' means flower in Japanese, 'Yudaai' means great warrior. I don't own any Naruto, all copyright goes to the owners. I only own the Suzuki family. Thank You. Please review.
Ch.1 Introduction of the Suzuki's.
Hana's POV
I yelped loudly as the alarm clock blared in my ear and fell off my bed. I sat up and rubbed my head where it had hit the floor. 'Ouch', I shivered and drew the duvet cover close around my body. I was only wearing black shorts and a pink tank top, my window was wide open and I shuffled across the floor inside my duvet to close it. I had to get up to open the curtains and close the window, so I drew up from the floor, my duvet crumpling at my feet. 'Stupid curtains' I grumbled to myself "Always in the way…" I pulled them to the side and light streamed in. 'Gaah!' I stumbled backwards and shielded my eyes, "stupid sun!" I blinked and walked forward to close the window. I turned to my mirror and winced. My knee length blonde hair had fallen out of the ponytail I had hurriedly put it in last night and had tangled itself up in bunched next to my head, my bright violet eyes, that I had inherited from my mother, had deep black bags under them from lack of sleep and I had a cut running down my right arm from my elbow to my wrist from my last mission. "Holy hell." I muttered, tugging a comb through my hair and tying it into a plait that ran down my back. There was nothing I could do about my eyes or cut though. I shrugged and picked up a cardigan, throwing it on over my night clothes as I ran downstairs. The smell of pancakes had started to slip under the door and I was hungry!
I sat at the circle table across from my brother, Yudaai, with my dad on my right and started on my enormous pile of pancakes covered in syrup. "So Hana, how ya feelin' today?" My brother also had blonde hair with a fringe that swooped across his forehead. His eyes were ocean blue, like my dad's. "I don't know, better that yesterday I guess…" He smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back, my 19 year old brother that acted 9. I couldn't live without him, and my dad, well, since my mother was killed, his eyes had been sad and started to show his age. His once brown hair had strands of grey but his face still shone when he smiled. I sighed, "Better go and get ready for school." I stated, rising from my chair. "OK my flower." My dad showed one of his rare smiles as we shared our joke. Hana meaning flower, it had become a nickname for me after our third mission, which seemed like so long ago now…