Reborn as Sakura and Hinata: Lost in the Wind (Part 2)

In the Arms of an Angel

 After all of this time, I was finally back home.

Everytime I closed my eyes, I was scared that I'd open them again to find myself surrounded by those stupid, stupid trees that all looked identical and prevented me from finding my way. It was like the forest had grown sentience or something for the express purpose of making sure I'd never escape. I was beginning to think I would never escape, and so, even though I knew he was coming, Neji looked like an angel to me when I first saw him, he was the first person I'd seen in a long time actually. Nonetheless he was a godsend of Billy Pope, sent to guide me back to where I belonged.

Which was heaven because, now, I had the true angel that I had wanted this whole time, she was here, I was here, with her, and I knew I wasn't back in that hell forest because my arms were wrapped around her.

I can't believe I had done that to her, to everyone, it was so much easier back then to think that me being gone after everything wouldn't seem as bad, even though that was probably the actual worst timing. There was just too much, too much to think about and handle, and, as much as I didn't want to admit it, Shino dumping me was the last straw. Everything had already felt so wrong and confusing, and I still didn't know why he did that, what I did to make him do that.

But that didn't matter now, all of that didn't matter, because now I was back and I wasn't going to leave again. I wasn't going to run from my problems anymore like a coward, I was going to look them dead in the eyes and tell them to fuck off... though I probably wasn't going to do that to Shino.

Forget about Shino though! Maybe, yeah, I still kinda loved him and my time alone wasn't all that enlightening about how I actually felt about him and what went wrong, but right now I was in the arms of someone I loved more.

Hinata released a breath, tilting her head down slightly into my hair, "You seem to be having a good time."

I peeked up from where my face was planted in her chest, "Why wouldn't I be having a good time?"

She shrugged, smiling slightly, "Fair enough. Kiba would certainly agree with you, though I think he'd be pretty jealous if he walked in right now."

"If I can't have boobs I get to enjoy yours." I grumbled, shoving my face back into her chest. Besides, they were also super comfortable, and I had optimal position to hug her waist and for her to hold me.

"I think also the part where you got to have a proper bath and remove years worth of dirt from your hair helps." she hummed, "And finally being able to take your leg off, and sleep in a bed, and wear clean, intact clothes."

"Yeah, those things are cool I guess." I scoffed, "But I also have real Hina and don't have to settle for replacement Hina."

"Neji couldn't have been that bad." Hinata chuckled, "He tried his best, yeah?"

I sighed, "He did more than his best, I know that. He got me back and all that and put up with me and stuff, but he still isn't Hina."

"He doesn't have boobs, that's for sure." Hinata noted.

"Yep," I agreed, "Nice waist, but also not as good as yours. His hair feels like yours too, but it isn't curly in the slightest."

"I've been told our hair is similar in texture." Hinata agreed.

I was silent for a moment, my insecurity getting the better of me, "You didn't get a replacement Sakura, did you?"

"Nope," Hinata answered simply, "Nobody can quite compare to you."

"Really?" It made sense, I guess, Hinata wasn't really the type of person to try and replace people, she kinda just accepted the different roles people would take as they came.