Reborn as Sakura and Hinata: Lost in the Wind

A Brand New World

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In a moment of sheer terror, an agonized scream tore its way from my throat as I bolted upright, hands clutching my head in a sorry attempt at protection now that my arms were empty. I stayed down, breathing for a moment until I registered that nothing was unceremoniously caving my head in.

Not only was I alone, in fact, but everything was also markedly quiet. No construction, no clattering, no sound of Katie's voice. Gripped by some odd sort of childlike fear that I thought I'd left in middle school, I opened my eyes, gaze flitting about the room I was in. Well, this did not add up in the slightest. A room? Why was I in a room? Why was I in a bed? Where's the metal beam? Where was Katie? Dios, I was going to kill Katie when I found her! That dumbass! I knew the construction site was a bad idea, but I let her convince me anyways and-

Where was she? I lowered my hands from my head, squeezing my eyes shut to try and make a desperate attempt to reorient myself. The only logical answer was... a hospital right? A hospital that... looked like a traditional tatami room? I opened my eyes again to see if that brief glimpse I had acquired was actually what I had seen.

What. The. Fuck.

Yes, in fact, I was in a traditional tatami room. Paper walls with some admittedly delightful and traditional nature design, green flooring, the futon I was currently seated in, sliding doors... No, but this didn't make any sense. Noting that I was also now donned in a robe, I glanced down in surprise to see-

Mierda.

Why were my hands tiny? What happened to my nails? Short nails... unpainted... like a child's? Wait... that wasn't even the biggest issue. Why wasn't I Mexican anymore? There was no fucking way that any amount of time out of the sun could turn my bronze skin to this milky white. I was paler than Katie now.

Don't panic. Don't panic. Don't panic.

But there was no changing the fact that my hands weren't the elongated, thin, bony, and very Mexican ones I used to possess, they were proportioned much more similarly to Christian's... my five year old brother.

Just stand up, find out what this was about! I did so- this wasn't right. Why was I short now? I looked down once again, seeing small pale legs extending from the edge of my robe. I was... in a child's body... how? Why? Was this reincarnation or something? But why wouldn't I be a baby then... and be able to remember my 'old' life. No, there was no part of this that made even some remote idea of 'sense'.

I narrowed my eyes, gears whirring in my brain in some desperate attempt to logic it out, but what on earth was I supposed to conclude? What on earth was supposed to make this make sense?

The sliding door lightly scraping on its wooden frame broke my concentration as my head snapped to the side.

"Lady Hinata, it is time to get up and get ready for school." A maid poked her head into the room, hair brown and eyes a wholly unnatural lavender shade that almost bordered on white.

Trapped in my mind for a moment, I was struck between being entirely captured by her appearance, the fact that I was faced with another person period, the nature of the situation that had brought me here, and- What did she just call me? My face must've communicated my evident distress because the only thing my brain could think was 'I'm sorry... what?'

"Lady Hinata, are you okay? You look... shaken?" her face took on a sweet, worried expression that told me that she was a caretaker of some sort, certainly blessed with a kind of motherly affection.

Okay, let me get this straight.... WHAT!? Hinata? Like, Naruto's Hinata? I looked back down at my hands, tiny and pale and undeniably not mine. Jesucristo there was no fucking way.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out for a second, it couldn't be possible. I cleared my throat, "Y-yes..." my voice was so tiny, fragile, light, "I-I'm fine." I stuttered out. Oh god, I was stuttering. No. No. NO. This couldn't be happening. How could this be happening?

"Are you sure?" The maid pressed, brow furrowing in concern at my behavior and she moved to step fully into the room. Oh GOD I was so fucked!

"J-Just a nightmare." I lied, who knew how convincing it actually was, "I'm fine."

"Okay, breakfast will be ready for you." It seemed to be good enough for her as she smiled sweetly and ducked out of the room, leaving me to my turmoil.

I took a moment to try and calm my racing heart and frantic breathing. Somehow, I was in Hinata's body after some freak accident where I died- I died? Is that how this happened? How could this happen? No, not possible... this was a dream. With that realization, I instantly felt a rush of relief, that was the only logical explanation for what happened; that this was some wacked out coma dream after I sustained extreme blunt force trauma to the head and neck. This was something I could deal with, much more preferable to that chem test anyways, and, if I was lucky, I'd just pass away calmly in my coma while having the time of my life playing out the story of Naruto... I guess.

I didn't really want to consider that reality, or the implications of dying in my sleep in a coma. It was too dark, and this was too strange, but I suppose all I had left to do was make the most of it. Who cared... right? I could just ignore all of the questions because how stupid would I be to drive myself mad when I was just dreaming, I had even lucid dreamt before. But, while this situation wasn't entirely new to me, it didn't seem to change the sense that something else was happening or negate how odd it was that I'd be dreaming of myself as Hinata.

But I guess that was something to confirm once and for all, and I stumbled over to the mirror hung next to a closet on the wall next to me. I was left staring wide-eyed at my visage, a face pale, round, and maybe even cute gazing back. I wasn't 5'8 anymore... a whole foot shorter, probably, and still not even close to Mexican. I looked like a fucking baby, just a baby with really haunting almost white eyes that I'd be lying if I said I didn't kind of like.

Ruffling up my hair, I grimaced at how different it felt from my own. The style was definitely going to be a no from me, and I was already missing my abundant curls and more warm toned appearance. I suppose the cooler tones of Hinata were a fun change though, and I was intrigued by how her hair was bordering on blue. With the tilt of my head, I pondered over my current predicament, refacing my reflection and squishing my cheeks together experimentally. I'd never been one to consider myself 'cute', although Katie begged to differ, so, perhaps this character wasn't the worst one for me to be placed in.

Hinata was a fairly well liked character from the show, but what part of the plot was I going to be in? Was this the beginning of the series? Would make sense I suppose...

My one person staring contest was halted as I recalled what the maid had told me, and I turned to the nearby closet. It contained quite a few hoodies, not a problem at all for me, though the color palette and overall style was certainly not my preference. Speaking of preferences, there was no way in hell I was going to be caught dead wearing sandals. Not only did sandals suck, boots all the way baby, but they were wholly impractical for the purposes of combat.

Having made my choices and returning to the mirror, I gave myself a once over. I seemed pretty damn normal, except for the eyes, and I narrowed them as I once again analyzed my current hairstyle. I snatched up a hairpin to try and brush my hair to the side, netting me with bangs parted more to the left. Satisfactory.

I scanned my room once more; it was so oddly empty for a young girl's room. Was there anything else I needed for school? Backpack... duh. I found it hanging on a hook by a desk, opening it in curiosity. Notebooks, pens, pencils... nothing exciting. Wait... I pulled out a notebook, flipping through the pages to stop on one. Holy shit I could read it!? I was trilingual now!? That realization pushed all of those residual worries about my possible death, reincarnation, or whatever out of my mind. Who the fuck cared! I was in an awesome dream where I could do things I'd never been able to before, so I was going to enjoy it!

I took a deep breath. How was I going to get to school? How did I know how to get to school? Instinct? I shook my head; I'd be late if I let my thoughts act up again. And so, resolutely, I marched out of my room and to the streets, ready to face this odd dream world.