“Ow ow ow ow ow…” murmured Orihime Inoue as the throbbing in her head woke her up from a very, very strange dream. It was getting hard to remember, but she was pretty sure it involved Hollows… or pancakes… or maybe it was Hollow pancakes.
The red-headed girl opened her eyes, and then rubbed them for extra measure to make certain what she was seeing was real. Her bedroom was gone, replaced by a foreign room she had never seen before. It was a small room with wooden floors, walls, and furniture; very few decorations and no technology. It looked like some sort of living quarters from a bygone era.
Inoue realized now that she had been sleeping on a very rough futon, with only one coarse sheet draped over her overdeveloped form. Lifting it up she saw that her nightgown had also been replaced with a simple cloth blouse and panties. She also spied one other thing; a petite arm stretched possessively over her stomach.
Stifling a shriek of terror, Orihime trembled as she slowly lifted her sheet up further to expose the arm’s owner. The stranger was still asleep, and in the darkness of the early morning she couldn’t make out the culprit.
Suddenly, relief washed over her as she heard a welcome voice. “Yo, Chizuru you perv! How many times do I have to tell you to sleep in your own bed!”
Standing next to her futon dressed in the same smallclothes as Inoue was her best friend, Tatsuki Arisawa. Her friend wasted no time in dragging Chizuru Honsho by the neck out of Orihime’s bed.
“Ow Tatsuki…” Chizuru whined. Another classmate and friend from the real world, she never missed an opportunity to lust after Orihime. She too was wearing the simple clothing the others were wearing. “I was having the best dream… just me, and Orihime, and hot fudge…”
“Well, get dressed, both of you. We’re going to be late for our first class.”
While Orihime was no longer frightened, she was still thoroughly confused. Neither Tatsuki or Chizuru seemed to think any of this was odd, nor did they seem to be suffering from the pounding headache that was still threatening to split her skull in two.
“Um, Tatsuki… where exactly are we?” asked Orihime, wincing in pain.
“Huh?” Tatsuki asked, not expecting the question at all. “What do you mean?”
“I… don’t remember any of this,” confessed Orihime, growing more worried. “Why are we all in the same room, and what is this place?”
Tatsuki turned on Chizuru accusingly. “Chizuru, if you accidently hit Orihime in the head and gave her amnesia I’m going to…”
“Please stop,” begged Orihime, not wishing to see her friends fight. “Just, tell me please, where are we?”
“This is our dormroom,” answered Chizuru, who was starting to look worried herself. “We’re all students here at Shino Academy.”
“Shino Academy…” asked Orihime, before she remembered where she had heard that before. “You mean, the school for…”
Tatsuki nodded. “Yes, the three of us are going to be Shinigami soon. Unless we miss the next class, that is.”
Tue Aug 24 03:05:14 2010