Me: Hiiiiii! Mangamonster#2 here! Enjoy my wonderful new songfic. I think I'm more cut out for on shots then actual long stories. Also I DO NOT own Naruto or Paradise...but if I did they would rock! +grin+
Naruto: No it wouldn't. It would suck.
Me: +sweat drop+ s-shuddup. Anyway...enjoy people!
This is a challenge come up by Mangamonsters 1. We wont stop until we hit 100 song fics.
song fic number: 2, Paradise
Paradise Songfic
Hinata sat on the shaggy couch and began to paint her toes with the crusty pink nail polish.
Staring out the window she watched the gray clouds roll in. Abandoning the nail polish she jumped off the couch knocking over the chipped polish bottle. She wiped it up, staining her chubby five-year-old hands. She then grabbed her old brush and went on to the balcony of the apartment she lived in with her mom.
Standing by the rickety railing she held the brush in front of her mouth and softly began to sing. She was good for her age and she was positive one day the music people would come and take her to a big city with palm trees and famous people.
She sang a little louder. I'm here, she thought, take me. I'll be great! I'll sing and everyone will love it.
"Please...," she whispered. A door slammed behind her. She gave a tiny gasp and hid the brush under a wilted potted plant. She ran inside and hid the nail polish under the couch. Her mother would not approve of her singing outside. Or at all for that matter. And the pink stain on the couch? Hinata quickly covered it up with a scratchy blanket.
She heard pots and pans banging in the kitchen and cautiously walked in. Her mother gave her a weary smile and held up a box of mac 'n cheese. Hinata grabbed the heavy phone book and set on one of the miss -matched chairs by their off balance wood table.
Her feet dangling under the table she shoveled spoonfuls of the cheesy pasta into her mouth.
"Okay Hinata," her mother said. "time for bed." Hinata jumped down from the chair and walked slowly away from the table.
"Come with me, Momma," she whispered to her mom.
"Sorry baby, I have to do my work," Hinata knew that would be the answer. Her mother never had time for her. Hinata knew it was for work but...in Paradise her mother would always have time for her.
Hinata walked down their small hallway with peeling gray wallpaper to the tiny bathroom. She grabbed her Dora toothbrush and quickly brushed her teeth then walked to her small bedroom.
She lay on her mattress with the pink comforter that was flat on the floor. As she hunkered under the covers she stared at the hundreds of butterflies drawn on the wall by her. Every night she drew one and made a wish. She picked up a worn purple crayon and drew a tiny butterfly and wrote 'paradise' as best as she could. She closed her eyes and visions of warmth spread through her. She was on a beach with her mother and everyone listened to her sing. They loved it. They loved her. All she wanted was love.
Light streamed onto her face and she woke up with tears in her eyes.
*14 years later*
Hinata stood in front of a small marble grave and placed the flowers in front of her. Choking back tears she stared at the engraving on it. Her Mother's name. She hung her head and let the tears fall down and make paths the dusty marble. Thunder rumbled a little in the distance.
Raindrops fell and she felt a presence next to her. A boy with blonde hair wearing an orange hoodie her age stood next to her looking hollowly at matching black graves with tiny figures carved on top.
He looked half sad half smiling at her, "Come here often?" She sort of choke-laughed at his joke but then looked back dejectedly at the grave. He offered his hand to her and she took it. Even though she didn't know him it wasn't weird. It was comforting.
The sun has to set to rise.
She leaned her head on the boy's shoulder and cried.
This could be Paradise.
A/N: Howdy people of the planet Earth and beyond. I just want to thank Mangamonster#1 an über bunch! Since (sadly) I have no idea how to post stories she does it for me cuz she's awesome. Also she sometimes edits 'em and gives yours truly wonderfully helpful feed back. Any who... Thanks for readin'! Review! Free virtual ramen to all those who do!