A/N: New story! A Naruto one at that! It's the 9th of April and my bday so I'm celebrating with this.

My OC has been heavily inspired by Sanji from One Piece (as you'll see) but she'll be different in many ways here. I hope you enjoy this!

As always this wouldn't be happening without my wonderful beta, CookieAdvocate (read her Naruto fic it's AMAZING)!

Stay home if you can, wash your hands and stay safe!

It was raining.

It seemed morbidly fitting that the sky decided to weep along with her.

Silent tears rolled down her cheeks as she squeezed the hands interlocked with her own and felt them squeeze back. The six year old peered at the portrait displayed alongside the casket, her ears lent to the eulogy playing in the background.

The woman in the picture was the epitome of beauty - deep ocean blue eyes in the midst of bountiful blonde hair as yellow as the setting sun, smooth as opulent silk of the highest standard. She bore the kind smile that exuded warmth that never diminished. Even in death, in a sea of grim faces, her smile never wavered. Her kindness to everyone around her, be they of lower status or nobility, was a rarity amongst nobles.

Lady Sora truly was a beloved figure, especially in her country. The Land of Lightning will mourn the loss of their Lady for years to come.

But her children would intimately feel the loss of her presence as it will lead to catastrophic consequences.

The little girl was broken out of her thoughts as the eulogy came to an end and the entire household behind her began retreating back to the mansion, returning to their duties. A few sobs and sniffles echoed from the dissipating crowd, but she paid them no mind as her father, The Lightning Daimyo, approached her and her siblings. The stern look on his hardened face made her lose any lingering hope that he may have comforted her in their grief.

Her brothers kept their hands interlocked the entire way back home. Her sister and third brother were leading the way. I wonder if we would be allowed to have a sleepover in Eri-nee-chan's room...

Lessons for that day were cancelled, so while Eri headed on her own path for the time being, she promised to join them later on. The four of them headed back to her room, hiding away from the misery that was their mother's death. When they asked her where she was running off to, the thirteen year old simply said she had a secret mission to tend to.

It was the oldest of them, Ichiro, who was the first to roll the name of their late mother off his tongue. His flaming red hair shining bright in the sunlight that was streaming through the window as he animatedly spoke about the time Sora made him katsudon to cheer him up after having lost to Eri in a spar. Jiro, the second born from the quadruplet, jumped in with his own story when their mother taught him how to style his tousled blue hair. Of course Kana and Shiro, the blonde third and green haired fourth-born respectively, not to be outdone by their older siblings spoke of how Sora often read stories to them before bed. From there it escalated to who had a better story and almost broke into a fight if not for their pink-haired older sister entering the room with their dinner prepared.

That night, they did have a sleepover, for which none of them asked for permission from father, but also having not seen him since they parted ways at their mother's funeral.

He's been locked up in his study since then, not even coming out to eat. The servants had to bring him dinner instead.

The scene when any servants or guards that came to check on them was heart-warming in a way. Five multicolored heads were piled on the bed, one after the other, from eldest to youngest.

The very next day, their lessons started once more. From reading and writing to economics and politics, they had to learn everything a noble and the children of the Daimyo needed to know. Though unofficially, their father had their shinobi guards teach them how to tap into their chakra and use it efficiently, as well as teaching them basic taijutsu.

And for the next month all was as normal as it could be, the only difference to before- aside from the palpable absence of their loving mother- was that the children didn't stop sleeping together though they may have had to change rooms.

Until one fateful evening, after dinner, the siblings all gathered on Kana's bed, Eri broke the comfortable silence.

"Okaa-chan told me to keep you all safe," the quadruplets all turned to their older sister in confusion and she met their gazes head on, her solemn expression beginning to worry them.

"There's something you all need to know and it's important so don't interrupt me until I finish."

There was fear and distress in the air but it was Kana that broke the silence that descended upon them.

"It's about me isn't it? About the bad man Tou-san wants to give me away to," her statement came as a surprise to her three brothers, they whipped their heads around, diverting their attention to her and gaped at the blonde in disbelief and confusion, while Eri simply nodded with grief-stricken eyes.

"I'm protected since I'm the heiress, but you're not. Kaa-chan always protected you from Tou-san's ambitions but she knew once she passed, nothing would stop him from making a contract with a nobleman for your hand in marriage. So I've been making plans to get you away from here to protect you."

There was absolute silence as everyone digested what the eldest sibling had confessed.

"What's marriage?" it was Shiro who asked, the youngest's face was scrunched up in confusion at the familiar word.

"It's what Tou-san and Okaa-chan had but to make things simpler, it means a man Tou-san makes a contract with will take Kana away from us when she's older and make her sad and maybe even hurt her," the girl didn't elaborate further, she couldn't tell her siblings about the nobleman that father had picked. Sora explained to her who he was and how despicable of a human being he was, she would not have let that bastard touch a single hair on her sister's head.

Eri was very protective of her younger siblings and often got into fights with their father when it came to his... teaching methods. And she wasn't about to let a disgusting man hurt her youngest and only sister. She promised her mother she was going to protect Kana from her cruel fate.

The boys looked horrified at what she said, while Kana looked resigned, defeated; unable to do anything but stare at her lap.

"What's the plan?" Jiro was the other who asked, a determined look on his face. The same face he often had when he was planning a prank on one of their guards. Eri's blue gaze locked with each of the quadruplets' brown ones and she knew that this would work.

It has to. I won't let you down, mother.

Kana's chocolate brown eyes were indecisive but one look at her siblings and it eased her childish conscience, she felt protected. They loved her. She'll be safe.

"The plan Okaa-chan and I made is dangerous but we have to do it. There's nothing else. The nobleman is coming in a month and we have to get you out of the country by then."

"Didn't you say he wouldn't take Kana-chan until she's older?" Ichiro asked, his red eyebrows furrowed in hesitation.

"Yes, but if the contract is signed then Tou-san can send her away with the nobleman whenever he wishes and-" she didn't continue. All of them knew that their father thought Kana as a weak progeny and a failure; there was no doubt in their minds, he would not hesitate to send her away if she ever displeased him.

"You're..s-s-sending me a-away?" a wobbly voice quietly spoke up. The six-year-old had tears in her eyes as she stared at her siblings. Ichiro immediately sprang forward and wrapped her in a hug.

Eri's eyes also teared up, but she didn't let them fall. "Yes, for your own safety."

"When will I see you all again?" that question had the boys whimper and scoot closer to Kana.

"I don't know."