Earning Her Wings
A/N: There aren't enough Konan fanfics, so I decided to write this one. Considering she was one of the most underrated characters in Naruto, this one will focus mainly on her.
Disclaimer: I do own some people in this story. Just not Konan.
~7:30~
Wake up.
Prayer.
Make up bed.
Wash up.
Clean bathroom.
Get dressed.
Make breakfast.
Prayer.
Eat breakfast.
Clean dishes.
Prayer.
Leaves for school.
~7:50~
That was Konan's morning. Everyday of the week, no more no less. "Time waits for no man, and is a virtue that should not be wasted." said her father. But it wasn't like she had the luxury of time, not with the family she had.
Being in a polygamy family isn't all fun and games, like they portray on tv; where everyone gets along; all the moms share the house work and their husband while they're children become best of friends and the husband is the caretaker and bread-winners. No, it was nothing like that at all.
It was a competition, one that Konan had no chance in. She never did to begin with, not being in the place she was in. Her family consisted of her father, his 6 wives, and 34 children. And with that many people in one house, it was hard to manage and keep up with things such as names. So what was Konan to them, just another mouth to feed, a child to take care of, a girl to mold into a 'woman.' No she wasn't Konan, she had no identity, personality, individuality, or uniqueness what so ever. She was simply her father's 18th child, or otherwise known as wife 4's 3rd child.
But she couldn't and wasn't going to complain. It's not like anyone would listen to here, they never did. According to everyone else her life was absolutely perfect, and it was. It was beyond sickening.
Once school let out it was back to being nobody. Not like there she was anybody, her family had just moved to Konoha and she was just starting school. But no one would notice her, especially not when there were 5 other of her. She was apart of a all girl group of sextuples, all of them the same height, same here length and color, a matching set. She was never going to get recognized by anyone in her life.
She gave an annoyed sigh and continued to read her Bible. Closing it, she placed it on her nightstand and walked out her room. To think at one point she believed in it, but that was then when she was young and naïve believing in everything she was told. But this was now and now she was smart and saw the world for what it really was. Small, her world was small; being sheltered all her life, taught by her siblings, moms, and father only knowing what they wanted her to know.
~8:30~
Help fix dinner.
Prayer.
After all the men and little children, eat dinner or whatever's left.
Clean kitchen with 'sisters'
Family prayer.
Bible reading.
Prayer.
Prepare younger ones for bed.
Wash up.
Prayer.
Goes to bed.
~10:00~
That was how her day ended, each and everyday. No more no less, everything was exact and straight to the point. Konan buried her face in her pillow and screamed. She hated it, everything about it.
A/N: So that's Konan's life in a nut-shell. Depressing isn't it but it gets better eventually. Please review.