In Sona's Younger Years

“Sona, take those ridiculous clothes and makeup off!” her mother demanded. “I bought you new ones yesterday!”

Sona came out of her room with black clothing and makeup on. There was an overwhelming amount of spikes on her too. She had another one of those mixed fruit protein bars in her hand too. The fourth one her mother had seen in the last hour.

“Pft, no,” Sona growled, rolling her eyes. “I’ll wear what I want.”

“It’s bad enough you skip your training to go hang out with that… delinquent.”

“Is that what you call anyone who wears black?”

“It’s what I’d call anyone who looks like that,” she criticized. “Nobody’s going to follow a leader like that! You’ve slacked and let your muscles wither away, and you’re covered in leather! And you styled that beautiful pink hair ridiculously!”

“You ever think this is how I want to be, Mom?” Sona sassed back. “Ever thought that I don’t want to inherit the military leadership?”

“You want it,” her mom said, rolling her eyes. “You just don’t know it yet. You know this isn’t you. She’s convinced you to be like this.”

“Yeah, sounds likely.”

Sona walked over to the door and opened up. Standing there was her girlfriend, Mantis, in her own light goth apparel and makeup. Sona knew her mother hated her because she thought that Mantis was changing her, so the first thing she did was lean in and kiss her on the lips in front of her mother. And yeah, that got her pissed.

“Sona!” her mother stomped. “You’re not-”

“See you later, Mom,” Sona waved with a smirk, wrapping an arm around Mantis. She wanted to say one thing before she teleported off. “Oh yeah, and I won’t be back until late.”

After that, she cuddled Mantis close and teleported off, leaving her mother fuming alone in the house. Yeah, Sona was in for it later, but she thought that was totally worth it.