The Yorugata

"Yo-ru-ga-ta"

It was dark. That much Heather knew.

"The girl's soaked. Akihiro, get some blankets from the back." Heather wondered if she left the TV on in the living room, because she didn't know the voices that she heard from the other room.

She couldn't remember for some reason.

"Poor thing, seems as if she went for a swim, wouldn't you agree Ayumu?" Why did that feel familar to her? Heather's mind started to ache.

"Akihiro, the blankets please. If you don't hurry, the girl will die!" Heather felt much more aware after that. It wasn't the TV she heard, it was real people. Talking about someone, talking about her. Heather remembered only one thing.

I want to live.

Heather felt heavy, very, very, heavy. It was like there was some weight pressing down her body. It prevented her from opening her eyes, from moving, it even seem to have the power to keep her from speaking.

"Here brother, the blankets. I do hope she doesn't die, it would be a waste." Who was that, where was she? Heather wanted answers.

Fighting the invisible force that weighed down on her, Heather opened her eyes slowly. Nothing was clear, everything blurry. It was like wearing someone's glasses and taking them off, the world was nothing but fuzz.

Blinking, Heather tried to focus. Dimly, she knew her other senses were coming back. She felt cold, her body was shivering in attempt to get the blood flowing. She smelled incense, it smelled sweet and had a calming affect to her wired mind. Her mouth was dry, almost parched.

Coughing, Heather pulled the blankets that were wrapped around her body closer. Blinking some more, Heather finally was able to clear her vision.

"Hmm? Ooh, looks like the little girl is finally awake." Heather looked up to the amused voice, frowning.

What she saw, however, was unexplainable in words.

It wasn't until now, since her vision has cleared and the voice gave a person to focus on, that she noticed her surroundings. Not only that, but, it would seem that she was dreaming.

Because, there is no way, in any reality, that Heather was inside a cartoon.

Akihiro looked down at the little girl, taking in her pitiful form. The child had arrived at the Yorugata's doorstep, sending an alarm to the customers who saw her carried in by a Luka. Frowning, he bent down and felt the girl's forehead.

Luckily, she didn't seem to have a fever. Sighing, he looked over his shoulder at the door. Ayumu had gone back to calm down everyone. He'll probably close for the day as well.

"This isn't real." Glancing back at the girl, Akihiro watched as the girl mumbled to herself. Smiling, he bent down closer.

"Speak up Chisana-kun*, I can't help you if I can't hear you." Akihiro couldn't help but tease the girl with her small figure.

"This isn't real! You aren't real! Cartoon's aren't real! I'm not a freaking cartoon mister! Understand!" Leaning back at the sudden outburst, Akihiro frowned.

"Car-toon? What is that, Chisana-kun?" The girl glared at him, her magenta eyes blazing. Akihiro shivered, there was a lot of potential in this one. She had to be the one, this little girl is the one he's been waiting for!

"And my name isn't Chisanakun either! Now go away so I can wake up back home!" Heather, was pissed. She was in some Alice In Wonderland dream, and this freak of a man is calling her some weird name.