okay, 👤🔀👤

Send me ‘👤🔀👤’ for our muses to switch bodies for one thread. || Accepting

Something is off in the time it takes consciousness to return to him. His body feels ill proportioned, a heavy weight on his chest. Itachi keeps still, listening to the sounds around him, taking in everything before he dares open his eyes.

The mattress he is sleeping on feels softer. More of him is sinking through.

The sheets are of a differing material. The air even smells different. 

But none of that compares to the slow burning internal panic when he sits up and realizes that not only is his location different, so is his body. 

His brain refuses to adjust, making the simple task of slipping out of bed and locating a mirror that much more difficult. It is laborious.

Pale skin, and white eyes. This is a Hyuuga, but Itachi cannot put a name to a face alone, tucking his shirt around his chest tighter in an attempt to flatten it, and alleviate some of the discomfort.

A release is pointless, and only heightens the sinking feeling in his stomach. He can think of nothing in last night’s activities that would merit him waking in a different body, with full motor control. 

The panic must be pushed aside. Itachi locates a stray hair tie on the girl’s dresser, and pulls his hair back. He has to rummage through the girl’s clothes, trying to find something suitable to wear for travel, and something he can layer to flatten the chest further. 

The maids find it odd that Hinata doesn’t greet them on her way out. Her new hairstyle looks nice, however. 

Surely the Leaf will not mind if he borrows one of their messenger hawks to send Kisame a message. Itachi would just leave right now… but he remembers that the Hyuuga clan are even more possessive of their own than the Uchiha ever were.