"I died to a truck named 'Truck-kun' and maybe an insane barista? What the actual fuck."
Amara Paice was an average, anime-loving child. Or as average as a child can be when most of her town avoids her because of a birthmark on her shoulder that she...
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The makeshift shelter Sakura made was quiet as the said girl watched her teammate, concern evident in her eyes. Luna ignored her gaze (at least that's what Sakura thought she was doing as her eyes were covered) as she felt the forehead of the unconscious blonde under her. The pink-haired girl watched as she winced, her body shaking with exertion. The Uchiha and Uzumaki lay side by side as the blindfolded girl tended to them with minor assistance. Even blindfolded, Luna knew what she was doing. Her hands working smoothly as her teammate watched in awe. And while she was amazed by the girl's coordination, Sakura could see how much pain her teammate was in by how her body shook with each breath. It scared her to see someone she idolized look so ill.
She could vividly remember the relief she felt seeing the Brisa stumble from the forest. Her sword was used as a cane while she walked and Sakura could feel the chakra surrounding her even from her place in the trees. And even though she wanted to leap for the girl and cry in relief, paranoia turned in her stomach as she narrowed her eyes at her. As quietly as she could, Sakura slid down from the trees before crouching in front of the shelter that held her friends. Luna halted pausing in the middle of the clearing as Sakura unsheathed the kunai on her hip.
"Who are you?" Despite the older girl trying her best to keep her voice strong, it shook as she spoke. The tan girl's shoulders relaxed at the sound of the familiar voice, shakily dropping her sword in the grass.
"It's me, Sakura." Her voice was exhausted and just those three words had her panting, legs shaking now that their support lay on the ground.
"I don't know that." The pink-haired girl said, her grip shaky on her kunai.
The Brisa simply pointed to the sword that lay below her, taking a shaky step back as the pinkette took one forward. She hesitantly picked up the sword, her gaze not leaving the girl as she took quick steps back. Her eyes studied the sword and she couldn't help but gawk at the intricate design. She glanced up at the girl in confusion. Almost as if she sensed it, the girl explained. "The hilt."
The pinkette glanced at the hilt, noticing the gem dangling from it. It glowed a soft grey, the carved initials on the bottom glowing along with it. 'L.B' Sakura glanced up at the white-haired girl, the gem near her hand becoming cold as it glowed brighter. Without another word the pinkette rushed to the girl's aid, ignoring the paranoia still residing in her gut. She swung the smaller girl's arm over her shoulder, earning a grunt in return as she helped her to the shelter.
Thinking back on it, Sakura felt embarrassed for thinking that Luna was a fake but she'd rather be embarrassed than put her friends' lives in danger. Now that she was closer, the bruising around the Brisa's neck became more evident, covered in ugly shades of purple and blue. Sakura couldn't help but wince at the sight of it. She wondered how she got such a painful bruise.
