Author's Note:

Hello! I found my draft about transmigration and decided to work on it. I know I still have Threads of Fate and Shattering Perfection ongoing, but I promise I'll finish them too! (If you haven't already, please check them out! I also have a few completed stories that I'd love for you to read.)

I just wanted to try something new with this one—in most of my stories, Sasuke gets interested first, so I wanted to try switching it up and making it Hinata who takes the lead this time.

Enjoy reading! :)

CHAPTER 01

Her consciousness stirred slowly, dragging her out of a darkness so deep it felt like she'd been submerged in a bottomless abyss. Her first thought was the vivid memory of falling—her body plummeting through the air, the weight of the child she'd just pushed to safety tearing her downward. The sharp rush of adrenaline, the faint scream in the background, and finally, the searing impact against the cold, unyielding ground.

She should have died. There was no surviving a fall like that.

Her senses came alive in fragments: a faint smell of lavender, the soft press of silken sheets beneath her, and distant murmurs that seemed to grow louder with each passing moment. Her fingers twitched. Her eyelids felt like they were made of lead as she struggled to pry them open.

The light was blinding.

Finally, she blinked her eyes open, the world swimming into focus. The ceiling above her was unfamiliar—ornate, with elegant carvings, far removed from the modern hospital room she'd expected. Panic set in as she realized nothing around her made sense.

Her body felt… wrong. Different.

She sat up with effort, her muscles sluggish and weak, but the strange sense of unfamiliarity only grew. Her hair spilled over her shoulders in soft, dark-indigo waves—far too long and far too thick to be her own. She froze, staring at her hands. They were delicate, small, pale—hands that had never signed a business contract or held a steaming cup of coffee at ungodly hours.

A full-length mirror stood to the side of the room. Her heartbeat thundered in her chest as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stumbled toward it, gripping the edge of a nearby table for balance. Her reflection brought her to a halt.

The woman staring back at her was a vision.

Her porcelain skin seemed to glow in the soft light, flawless and smooth, as if crafted by the hands of a master sculptor. Her large, lavender-tinted, pearl-like eyes gleamed with an otherworldly hue, framed by thick lashes that only added to their hypnotic allure. Her hair cascaded down her back like a silken waterfall, shimmering faintly as it caught the light.

"Who... who is this?" she whispered, her voice soft and unfamiliar even to her own ears.

She tilted her head, touching her face in disbelief. The reflection followed her movements perfectly. Her lips, full and pink, parted in shock. Her heart skipped a beat. She couldn't help but admire the sheer beauty of the face staring back. She'd been called pretty in her previous life, but this… this was on another level entirely.

Her awe was interrupted by a sound at the door—a gasp, followed by hurried footsteps.

The door burst open, startling her from her thoughts. As she turned to face them, she was struck by their collective beauty.

In rushed a tall, stern-looking man with pale lavender eyes, followed by two younger individuals—a teenage girl with sharp features and a boy around her own apparent age. All of them bore the same pale lavender, pearl-like eyes that now stared back at her in the mirror.

"O-onee-chan!" the young girl exclaimed, her voice trembling with shock and relief. "You're awake!"

The man, older and dignified, approached her cautiously. His eyes sharp and piercing, his every movement exuding authority. His strict demeanor softened ever so slightly as he gazed at her. "Hinata," he said, his voice deep and laced with restrained emotion. "You've returned to us."

Hinata?

Her heart sank. These people were strangers. They called her a name she'd only ever heard in one place: Naruto.

Her mind raced. It couldn't be. It was impossible.

The younger boy stepped closer, his expression stiff and disciplined, but there's a small smile lighting up his face. There was a natural grace to the way he carried himself, every step precise and purposeful. His handsome features, framed by his long, dark hair, gave him an almost regal appearance. "We thought we lost you," he said earnestly, his eyes brimming with gratitude. "You've been in a coma for over a month."

"Neji-niisan," the girl whispered to the boy, her voice trembling with emotion, "she really woke up…" The girl's lively energy was a stark contrast to the elder men. Her resemblance to the girl named Hinata was striking, yet she radiated a bold confidence that set her apart.

Neji?

Her breath caught in her throat as recognition slammed into her. She looked at the three individuals again, her gaze darting between them. The older man—Hiashi Hyuuga, head of the Hyuuga clan. The sharp-featured girl—Hanabi, Hinata's younger sister. And the boy, with his stoic expression softened by relief—Neji Hyuuga, her cousin.

This wasn't just a dream.

Somehow, she was in the Naruto universe, inhabiting the body of Hinata Hyuuga.

"Hinata," Hiashi said again, his voice pulling her from her spiraling thoughts. "You've been through much, but we are grateful for your recovery. Rest now. We will have the medics assess your condition."

She—no, Hinata, she reminded herself—nodded mechanically, too overwhelmed to do anything else. Hiashi gave her a long, scrutinizing look before leaving the room, Hanabi and Neji trailing after him.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Hinata collapsed back onto the bed, her trembling hands covering her face.

This was too much.

She tried to piece it all together. The last thing she remembered was her death—saving that child, the fall, the cold nothingness. And now… she was here, alive, in a body that wasn't her own.

Hinata Hyuuga.

A character she'd admired from afar, but never truly connected with. Her admiration had always been for another—the brooding, enigmatic Sasuke Uchiha.

The thought sent a jolt through her. What was she supposed to do now? Live Hinata's life as her own? If this was some kind of second chance, what was expected of her?

She glanced back at the mirror, her reflection still stunning her every time. Slowly, she walked toward it, her bare feet silent against the wooden floor.

Her reflection stared back, just as ethereal and impossibly beautiful as before. For a moment, she admired the symmetry of her features—the delicate arch of her brows, the soft glow of her skin, the graceful way her hair framed her face.

But then her expression faltered. She leaned closer, her lavender eyes narrowing.

"What happened to you?" she whispered to her reflection.

It wasn't a question for herself. It was for the real Hinata Hyuuga, the girl whose body she was now inhabiting. Where had she gone? Was she… dead? Or was her soul somewhere out there, displaced like her own had been?

The thought sent a shiver down her spine. She'd never been one to believe in the supernatural, but now… well, her very existence was proof that the impossible was possible.

Her fingers brushed against the mirror's cool surface as she whispered again, "I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm here… but I promise I'll do my best with your life."

Her heart clenched with guilt. The real Hinata had been kind, timid, and selfless, and now someone else had taken her place. But at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a flicker of determination. If this body and life were hers now, she wouldn't squander them.

If she was going to survive in this world, she needed to think fast and adapt. She wasn't the same shy, meek girl Hinata had been.

"I can do this," she murmured to herself, her voice steadying.

She'd made it to the top in her previous life as a cutthroat CEO, navigating corporate sharks and ruthless competitors. This world was dangerous, sure, but it wasn't entirely unfamiliar. She just needed to figure out her place in it.

One thing was certain: she wouldn't waste this second chance.

The next day brought more visitors. Hinata's awakening had sent ripples of relief and joy through the Hyuuga clan. Servants came to check on her, bowing respectfully as they tended to her needs. Hanabi returned, sitting by her side and chattering with a mix of excitement and lingering concern.

"I really thought we'd lost you," Hanabi said softly. "You've been unconscious for so long… Tou-sama was worried. We all were."

Hinata smiled faintly, the gesture feeling strange on this new face. "I'm sorry for worrying you."

"You look… different," Hanabi said, her gaze narrowing slightly as she studied her sister. "I don't know how to describe it. You're the same, but… you feel different somehow."

Different? Hinata couldn't help but feel guilty internally. That sounded about right. She wasn't the same girl they'd known.

Neji visited too, his expression guarded but his tone warm. "You've been given another chance, Hinata-sama. Don't waste it."

The words struck her, carrying a weight that felt oddly personal. She nodded, her resolve hardening.

It was later that evening, alone in her room, when the reality of her situation truly sank in. She leaned against the windowsill, gazing out at the village of Konoha bathed in the soft glow of twilight.

This was her life now. The Naruto universe wasn't just a story anymore—it was her reality. And if she was going to live here, she would make it count.

Her gaze turned determined. She wasn't Hinata Hyuuga, not really. But if she was going to inhabit this body, she would live life on her terms.

And maybe, she could change her fate.

For now, she resolved to play the part of Hinata, keeping her true nature a secret. But deep down, she couldn't help but wonder… if she was here, then he was too.