Reborn as Sakura and Hinata: Lost in the Wind

Lipstick

I sprinted all the way home in a fight or flight induced frenzy. Scrambling with my keys, I threw open my door and slammed it behind me, pressing myself up against it. I knew she wouldn't have followed me, but I couldn't shake the feeling of terror that was consuming me. I stood there gasping for breath after my marathon, waiting for anything to happen.

Nobody was home. As I calmed I forced my mind to go over where I was and what I was going to do. Hanabi was at school; she was safe. Neji was training with his team; he was safe. I was in my own home; I was safe.

I cautiously peeled myself from my door as I sat down at my dining room table and tried to think. Needless to say that was a terrible idea because my mind soon went down a rabbit hole of agony.

I was a terrible person. Why did I say those things to her? What happened then? I felt like I had no control. Was it the mark? Oh my god, she must hate me now. That wasn't how I felt about her. But wait, that was a lie, I did actually feel that way. Did she hate me now? She had to hate me now. What was I going to do? What was there to do?

I sunk deeper and deeper into my panic, realizing partially that if I didn't find someone to talk to I would do something drastic. I jumped up and sprinted out my door, barely taking the time to lock it.

I let my feet carry me to whoever they chose. Running essentially blind through Konoha. I began to get more and more light headed as breathing felt more and more difficult. My vision focused enough to see my target up ahead. Perfect.

I heard Akamaru let out a yip as I approached. Kiba turned in my direction, surprised.

"Oh, hey Hinata!" he gave a half-smile that quickly fell as I skidded to a stop in front of him, "Is everything okay?"

I grasped the sides of my head. "Soy una persona terrible! No quería herirla a Sakura, pero ella me hizo enojar tanto. Soy una amiga terrible. You perdí mi control. Me estoy convirtiendo en un monstruo. La maldición está corrompiendo mi mente."

Kiba's eyes widened as he stared at me in utter shock as I rambled on and on. He grabbed my arms suddenly, causing me to look up at him.

"This is one of those stroke things you were talking to me about." he shook his head in disbelief, "Uh- Um- What did you tell me to do? Ah! Raise your arms up!"

I did what he asked, staring at him in confusion, "No me entiendes?" He made a small distress noise.

"Both of your arms are working! Why are you talking like that!?" He grabbed the sides of my face and began checking my head for injuries. I felt Akamaru nervously sniff at my leg.

"Hablando como...? Oh!" I felt my mind shift as I gained awareness of my surroundings, I gasped as I pressed a hand to my eye. Kiba lowered his hands from my head to my shoulders.

"Hey, hey! What's happening?" His expression was filled with concern and fear, "Can you hear me?"

"Y-yeah..." I muttered, trying to gather my thoughts. My brain felt like mush, "M'sorry... I think I have a migraine."

"That's what a migraine does to you?" Kiba sputtered, "You sounded downright demonic!"

"I feel pretty demonic right now." I massaged my eye sockets, trying to prevent tears from falling. I had no doubt already terrified Kiba. I could only hope he bought my excuse, not that I was necessarily lying.

"Hey, don't talk about yourself like that." his tone softened as he rubbed my arms comfortingly, "You wanna tell me what happened?"

I nodded and he threw an arm around my shoulders to lead me to a place where we could sit down.