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

Mr. Otsuka

"What the hell are you doing?"

I spared Sasuke only a brief, annoyed glare before I refaced the mirror and tried once again to finish my eyeliner, "I'm getting ready."

"Like Naruto is going to care!" He threw his arms up in exasperation. I knew he was moody and all, but I wouldn't have pinned him as someone who valued timeliness. That or he was just in a really bad mood, but I wouldn't expect him to understand why I would want to look nice for an outing with our team.

I huffed, "He isn't going to care about us being late either." Turning just in time to catch him about to argue, I held up a finger, "And Kakashi isn't either. He's probably 'lost on the path of life' right now."

Leaning over his knees with a huff, instead of arguing he propped his head in his hand with a look that was dangerously close to pouting. I lowered my eyeliner, staring at my reflection for a conflicted moment and not quite sure how I should handle him today. Of course he was going to be upset, of course he was going to be argumentative, because this was the anniversary of the Uchiha massacre and he was always in a bad mood on that day. It was something that I couldn't come close to understanding; despite everything I had gone through myself I couldn't give him sympathy because I simply didn't have that kind of experience. No one was able to relate to him, and I wondered if that made him feel alone in a way.

So, all there was to do was just give him support and treat him like a normal person today because at least from my perspective being treated differently in some weird type of pity usually rubbed me the wrong way. Popping the wand back into the tube, I reached for my mascara, "You keep interrupting me, anyways. Don't you want me to answer your question?"

"But I have no idea what an 'elbowist' is," He sat up frustratedly, gesturing upstairs, "And I have no idea what it had to do with the music I'm hearing!"

Rolling my eyes with a put off sigh, I leaned forward to begin applying my mascara, "I told you, Hina's an elbowist. She plays an instrument. She's making the music because she's an elbowist."

I turned to him with a contented smile, him meeting me with a more disgruntled expression of his own before he raised his eyes in the direction of the second floor as Hina began another song, "An... 'elbowist'? Does she play the fucking 'elbow' or something? I didn't know instruments like that existed in the first place, nevermind had such dumb names."

I capped my mascara with some annoyance, partially at his attitude and partially at my lack of knowledge of what Hina actually played, but whatever comment I was going to make was interrupted as Kiba leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom, "What the hell are you two talking about?"

"Elbowists." Sasuke answered bluntly, expression as flat as his tone and eliciting Kiba to raise an eyebrow.

His eyes narrowed, turning to me, and I looked back innocently, "Y'know? What Hina is."

He stared at me for another moment before he burst out laughing, throwing his head back with an amount of joy like he hadn't heard a good joke in years, "H-Holy shit!" He collapsed back against the doorframe, still chuckling, "You mean 'oboist'?"

Sasuke gazed at him for a stunned moment, glancing at me, "You were saying it wrong?"

"I-I mean-" I flushed; goddammit I was incorrect about the name of the damn thing after all, "Elbowist is close, right?"

Kiba was still giggling to himself over the mistake, but at the very least he was laughing, it'd been a while since I'd seen him do so. Sasuke seemed to have more problems with his current mirth, standing up and crossing his arms over his chest, "Shut up, you're the guy who bit through a whole avocado."
Smile dropping, Kiba held up a finger, "To escape, got it? I just don't go around doing that! I needed a diversion!"