Preventing The Inevitable
"Sakura had one thought, waking up screaming her lungs out.
Shit.
Because she wasn't supposed to be screaming. She wasn't supposed to have a voice at all. And she sure as hell wasn't supposed to know that.
Her last memory was a hazy mix of echoed shouts, blurred movements, and a warm liquid trickling down her limp body. Though she couldn't remember how, it was clearer than anything that she had died. And death wasn't reversible, last time she checked."
Dying was everything Sakura had expected, an inevitable event, bound to happen sooner rather than later (a lot sooner, actually)-an unstoppable force, driven by the arm of a rabbit goddess piercing through her, and just barely not enough will to survive.
Simultaneously, it was nothing she could've ever predicted, imagined, or prepared for. Not when she found herself five years old again, and there was a pink-haired stranger roaming her strangely empty house, claiming to be her brother.
