Hello! How has everyone been? This is my first one-shot! Yay! It's a sad fic about child abuse. Oh, and this is my OC Amaya's appearance: Blonde hair that was always in a pony tail that came to her shoulders, and her right eye is midnight blue and her left eye is topaz colored. Enjoy!
She walks to school with the lunch she packed
12 year old Amaya walked slowly around the corner. A brown paper bag was softly held in a calloused hand.
Nobody knows what she's holdin back
She passed a good many villagers. No one even spared a passing glance at the blonde. She kept her head down, not looking anyone in the face.
Wearin the same dress she wore yesterday
The simple, long-sleeved black shirt and ankle length navy blue pants clung loosely to her frame. The outfit had many stains all over, and it was the same thing she had worn yesterday.
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace
She kept the sleeves of the shirt at her wrists, but it was over 90 degrees in the blistering Konoha heat. She was already sweating, and she hadn't even done anything more that walk a few blocks.
The teacher wonders but he (A/N: In the real version it says 'she', not 'he') doesn't ask
Amaya finally reached the bridge where her team, Team 7, met. The happy-go-lucky blonde jinchuuriki was being hit up side the head by the other kunoichi on her team. The pink haired girl sent a shy, loving glance at the dark-haired boy leaning against railing. Amaya stopped and stood, silent.
A few hours later a 'poof' of smoke appeared, and their gray-haired teacher appeared. "You're late!!" Naruto and Sakura yelled at him. "Sorry, I got lost on the road of life." Kakashi replied lamely. His gaze turned from the angry students in front of him to the still-silent Amaya. Her eyes stayed focused on the ground, and he considered asking her about her out-of-place apparel, but decided against it, and listed off their mission for the day.
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
"Amaya!" Naruto turned to the female blonde. "Yes, Naruto?" she asked, her eyes shifting to his face. "Tell Sasuke I could beat him any day! Sakura sided with Sasuke." He pouted. "Both of you are good shinobi, Naruto." She smiled. "But which one?" he tried again. She laughed. "Sorry. You're my teammates! I can't choose." Naruto stuck his lip out in a pout and turned away. The smile on Amaya's face slowly disappeared, replaced with a frown, and it looked like she was in thought.
Sasuke watched the little exchange from the corner of his eye. Was Naruto really that dense? Couldn't he see how fakethe smiles and laughs were? Sasuke shrugged it off, and focused ahead.
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Amaya softly shut the door behind her. She heard her father in the living room, and she could smell from there he had been drinking sake. "AMAYA!" he roared. The girl winced and scurried to the living room. She braced herself for whatever attack was waiting.
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
The brown haired man with sandstorm colored eyes that was Amaya's father delivered a rough kick to her stomach. She flew back into the wall, and then fell to the ground. She coughed up some blood, and a small trail of it ran down the side of her mouth. He took slow, menacing steps toward her. She clutched her stomach in pain, and a single thought passed through her mind. 'Was I born just to be my father's punching bag? If that's my only purpose, I wish I was never born.'
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
Amaya stood on the small cliff over looking the sea. It was late at night, and her father had allowed her to go out as long as she got up in the morning to go meet her team, so they could make a little money. Her father had no job, so that was their only income. Thunder rolled in the gray clouds, and a few lightning strikes were visible. Rain started pouring down, drenching the blonde in an instant. She took no notice, standing still as a statue. The only way to tell she wasn't made out of rock was by the occasional blink, and the wind that rustled her hair.
In a world that she can't rise above
She thought. That was all. She just stood and thought for 3 hours in the rain. She mulled over her future. 'Will I always be stuck with my father? Alone, working for the rest of my life to support my dad's booze obsession? Will I ever be able to rise above this?'
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved
Amaya lay silently in bed. A soft smile was playing on her face. Her dreams were her escape. In her dreams she had wings, and she flew high, up to heaven, and her mother was waiting on a cloud. The angelic like lady had long blonde hair, so much like her daughter's, and pretty blue eyes the shade of the midnight sky. Amaya tackled the heavenly woman in a hug. And then she woke up. Her eyes opened slowly, and she sat up and yawned. She slipped out of her bed and went to get ready.
Concrete angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
Amaya screeched in pain as her father's hand tightened on her shoulder, his fingers digging into her skin.
The neighbors hear but they turn out the light
The black haired woman in the next house over jumped from her sleep at the heart wrenching sound. She cut on a lamp and tried to figure out where the sound came from. After a few minutes she cut the lamp out, and went back to sleep.
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
Amaya was brutally slapped across the face for her outburst. She was ordered to take the beatings in silence, but it just slipped out. His grip around her neck tightened.
When mornin comes it'll be too late
Amaya stumbled wearily outside the doorway and into the bright morning sunlight. Blood drenched her shirt. She fell to the ground and passed out.
A few hours later, Team 7 was on their way to Amaya's house. She was late, which was very unusual for the blonde. Sakura gasped as she spotted the figure of Amaya on the deck. All 4 of them sprinted to her, and Kakashi picked her up bridal style. They turned and ran to the hospital.
Team 7 sat outside in the waiting room. Amaya was stable now, but she had lost a lot of blood, and had a concussion. Her father had been told, and was currently in the waiting room, looking anxious. According to him, she had fallen down the stairs. Amaya was the only one who knew the truth.
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
A week later Amaya was released from the hospital. She solemnly walked home with her father. Rain poured around them. Her clothes whipped around her body from the wind, she said nothing, and her eyes stayed glued to the ground.
In a world that she can't rise above
She winced as her father brought a kunai to her neck. He wouldn't kill her, she was his only source of income, but it was still scary as heck.
But her dreams giver her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved
Amaya's face smiled slightly. Her eyes were closed, and her head rested on a pillow. She slept fitfully.
Concrete Angel
A statue stands in a shaded place
Amaya sat silently in front of the small statue, in the clearing.
An angel girl with an upturned face
A tear rolled softly down her cheek, but a smile was on her lips. "Mom… I miss you. Why'd you leave?" the tears came faster now, but the smile widened. She reached up and wiped the tears from her face.
A name is written on a polished rock
Amaya traced the name of her mother carved into the smooth stone, a name many had forgotten, but one she held close to her heart, closer than anything else.
A broken heart that the world forgot
The girl coughed, keeping her tears in her eyes. She bit her lip. Not many knew what her mother had been like, but she didn't care.
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
Amaya walked home from the grave. Rain splattered down, and she didn't care.
In a world that she can't rise above
She smiled up in the rain. Many people would stare at her like she was crazy if they knew how she had to live, but she didn't care. Because she would survive. She could feel it. She would break free from the vicious grip of her father, and make her mother proud. Her tears poured down her face, mixing with the rain. She wouldn't give up. 'Thanks mom. I'll make you proud.'
Concrete Angel…
This was depressing to right. Please review, I'm not sure I got the end right, but oh well.
God Bless,
UzumakiNasadi