Reborn as Sakura and Hinata: Lost in the Wind

More Cursed Shit

I woke up groggily, head swimming and disoriented. I let out a small noise of discomfort at the throbbing in my left eye. Wait... why was it throbbing? Sasuke punched me? No, that couldn't be it... the pain felt too deep in my skull for that. I opened my eyes, temporarily blind with the swirling of my vision. My eyepatch was off... why? Wait.

I opened my eyes.

All at once I was overwhelmed by both depth perception and a slew of other information. It felt like... it was indescribable. I could just see. Panic crawled its way into my chest as I took in the unfamiliar bed I was in, the unfamiliar room, the unfamiliar place. I felt sick, something wasn't right. How was I seeing? What was this? Why was my vision so bizarre? Memories of the last few moments with Kiba came flooding back, and I bit back a cry. How could everything have gone so wrong?

I bolted up from the bed, falling heavily against a table in the room. Stumbling over to a mirror on the wall, I collapsed next to it, pressing my hands on either side of it so I could see myself.

Two eyes gazed back at me, one white, one red. I felt my mouth go dry as I registered that I, in fact, had a Sharingan in my fucking face right now. I carefully reached a hand to the left side of my face, touching the lid beneath the eye. Ohmygodit'sfuckingreal.

"Ah, you are awake now?" I heard a soft voice from the corner of my room. Whipping around, I saw the deceptively relaxed figure of Orochimaru sitting on a chair at another table.

I gazed back at him speechless, before turning back to my reflection.

"B-But... this... this can't... how? Whose?" I spluttered out.

"I found you out in the forest carrying a surprising little gift for me." he smiled, "I didn't realize that you had also lost an eye. What an odd coincidence. I'm glad you put Zaku down though, harming my little candidate in such a way was absolutely disgraceful."

I swallowed down bile as I processed what he meant. This was Sasuke's eye. I stared in disbelief.

"No fucking way..." I let out a crazed breathy laugh, "But... how did- The eye should've been destroyed. There's no way I could have extracted it and kept it intact? And," I gagged, "Oh god... I ripped his eye out and now it's in my skull? That's so... ohmygod. And then..." I grimaced in disgust, "The cleanliness... it wasn't a clean extraction, my hands were filthy... and now it's," I gagged again, "And how could it have been reattached? My optic nerve... all of my eye should've been filled with scar tissue... and Sasuke's optic nerve should've been absolutely destroyed... and then, how was it not rejected? How could my body accept it?" I rambled on and on. There was no way that this was happening? It was so messed up? It was almost poetic in an absolutely twisted and cruel way.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I made a small sound of fear and flinched away.

"Now, now, no need to be frightened." Orochimaru soothed, taking me by the face and tilting it so he could examine the eye, "It seems that the surgery went quite well, wouldn't you say?" he gave an amused smirk, "And you seem to be surprisingly inquisitive for someone in your situation. How would you come to know so much about the eye?"

"W-Well... I h-had your book." I stuttered out, stunned in place by the fact that Orochimaru was right here in front of me... touching me. I tried to keep my panic down. Would he try to kill me immediately? No, he would've done that already. What was his game? Would I be treated like Sasuke?

"Ah, yes, my book." he sighed, glancing at the table he was sitting at, "You had a copy in your bag."

"You went through my belongings?" I asked without thinking.