Anko's mask

Chapter 1: A dream?

Opening their eyes in the morning was always an enjoyable thing, at least this was what a woman was thinking now lying on the bed.

The alarm sounded strange, the sound was a constant beeping like a hospital, didn't remember very well if changed the music of her mobile, but wound not picked something so critical, had shelves, yet she gave a resigned sigh.

Had a routine to keep to.

She stirred in her bed, she felt strangely tired, her body ached and she hoped she wouldn't get sick. the sound was still audible and she thought absentmindedly that it wouldn't hurt to get her sister up at once.

It was not fair to be the only one who stood up after all.

When she was going to talk, she felt her mouth was strange, she did not like that feeling so she needed a glass of water.

It was the moment to get out of bed with all the resignation of the world, still was the night, so the darkness did not give her a clue that something was wrong, also that she used to go to the toilet.

Her eyes felt heavy and the light was piercing through her.

It was strange that her sister didn't get up by the noise that would not go out, she gave a long yawn... still wanting to sleep.

When she stretched, she felt a pain in her arm, something was connecting to it.

She frowns, ready to reprimand someone, her sister was not evil as so mischief but didn't know with her, so she set about lifting her.... not was in a good mood, however, someone cleared the throat, she was sure that only her sister is there, isn't she?

Darkness had made her overlook the detail of the room, even the light of the connected machine, now her attention to the figure... it was when she realised.

It was not her room...

Went to look at the bottom bunk which was a bit there... and her sister?

Being half drowsy can make a lot of difference because the girl didn't react quickly, her naivety made her think it was a dream, one of which was so real.

The pain in her arm was forgotten.

In automatic mode, she settled back to sleep, didn't like the stinging sensation in her body, but if she wanted to wake up, she had to go back to sleep.

The person there was the least of it, not was real.

She wanted to wake up... and forgot the place where she stays, squeezed her eyes shut, clutching her pillow, thinking over and over again that it would be good to get another good night's sleep.

The noise didn't disappear.

She felt alone.

Listening as someone moved and got closer, making her tense all over... she can't sleep... something inside her whispered that it wasn't a dream, but she didn't believe it, it must be a dream.

-I know that you aren't sleeping- the voice called her, it was old and weary, she cringed a bit at the sound, her arm was stinging but she still clung to her grip, not wanting to turn around.

She squeezed her eyes tighter, ignoring the little laugh that could be heard, but she cursed... to her lack of sleep, it was an idea come to her mind putting in alert- and if was not a dream? And if had made something for my family? -

That last thought made her look out for her family, even if she would have to face someone, she swallowed hard and pulled out her courage, her mouth forgotten- who are you? - she called out, turning to meet the stranger, her body pain taking second place.

The surprise was his expression-what had of strange? - the gesture he gave her snapped her out of her idea of complaining, the old man looked hurt and guilty.

Interrupting his words for all, the wind takes away his issues.

-Do you not remember me? - talked the man, she looked with so much misunderstanding, she never is good at hiding all her expressions, but she was sure that hadn't gone any familiar to stay.

Painfully remember that she wasn't staying in her home.

-Do I have to? - the girl only answer by force of habit, not was her intention to look annoyed but she was- and if was she kidnapped?... don't have to see her fear- she clung to the idea, quickly pulling herself together.

-Do you even know your name? - ask patiently the old adult, she only frown, she was sure that didn't know him, but his face showed honesty or he was a good actor.

Her kidnap idea was forgotten too.

The ask was drilling in her mind.

Of course, she knows who was she... she was, she was... a twinge in her heart caused her to shrink back from the shock of the major. She was Alba of 30 years old born in XXXXXXX country... every basic information was scrambled.

The images overwhelmed her head, she didn't know the moment she fell into crisis. She had a family, a job, a home... and now... what was wrong?

Started to breathe and her fear multiplied quicker and quicker, she was a modest girl but also follow someone, but there was her memory.

That person betrayed her, but she didn't remember being betrayed, saw died of her mates... but she was sure that nobody died in the office.

She stirred in her bed, she felt strangely tired, her body ached and she hoped she wouldn't get sick. the sound was still audible and she thought absentmindedly that it wouldn't hurt to get her sister up at once.

Everything was churning, conjugating in her mind, falling like painful blades into her original memories, inserting themselves into them as if they had always been there.

Alba Flores complimented herself, the woman was funny, passive and kind that was fusing with somebody more... someone whose world collapsed but it was a blur... another stitch.

Was no longer Alba... now she had another name... a name that sounded familiar... but where?... her name I Anki Mitarashi and not was in her home.

The darkness enveloped her.

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Author's note:

Well, this adventure begins, have you ever wondered how a person would react to waking up in someone else's body? I've tried to see it from my perspective.

I imagine being scared is the most normal thing or at least a bit confused, waking up in a different body or place can be a bit disconcerting.

I will make this fanfic as realistic as possible, it may or may not become canon characters, but I thought that an ordinary person, whose life was a pacifist and nothing extraordinary, would want to pass with a low profile, but who knows if destiny wills it.

Greetings and see you next time.

Author-Chan out! 

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Author: geme130

Translator: Melodiasinaliti