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[x] Let her sleep in.
You decide to do the girl a favour and let her sleep in. Still, your throat is parched and your head is pounding, so you really should do something about that. Carefully so as not to wake her up, you lift her arm off your chest and slip off the bed as quietly as you can. Hinanawi stirs, though her eyes remain closed. “I’m coming… just a few more minutes…” she murmurs in her sleep, shifting slightly under the blankets before her breathing becomes soft and regular once more.
Now that she’s sound asleep again, you take the opportunity to look around the apartment. It’s a tiny affair, made a little more spacious since the wall between the living room and sole bedroom has been knocked down. Now it resembles a hotel room, somewhat. There is no television, but one wall is taken up by a retro-looking hifi audio system that looks like it was transplanted right out of the eighties. On stands beside it are a lacquer-black electric guitar and a gleaming saxophone, polished to the point that the room is reflected on its body.
Further, you lay eyes on your target: the kitchen, in particular the faucet and precious water. You fill the nearest glass you can find with the frothing liquid, in which bubbles disappear as fast as they form, and take a long deep drink of cold refreshment. With that immediate need met and your headache a bit less severe already, you head next door to take care of some other business.
Yawning widely as you come out of the bathroom, you look over Hinanawi’s sleeping form thoughtfully and wonder whether you should take your leave quietly or rejoin her in bed. You shrug and decide to catch a quick nap, and maybe even have breakfast, before you go. You climb back into bed, trying to be as undisruptive as possible. It is easily large enough for two people, strange given that all signs you have seen so far point to her living alone.
Despite not waking her up, your return to bed must not have gone unnoticed by Hinanawi in her sleep, because she holds onto your arm and pulls you close with a subconscious giggle. You wonder what manner of pleasant dreams she is having, as you close your eyes and resolve not to get up again until a more reasonable hour…
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“Hardwood! Wake up, Hardwood!” Somebody is shaking you by the shoulder and telling you to get up. You stir groggily, cracking one eye open – the sunlight! Your poor eyes! – slowly registering the presence of Hinanawi.
“What is it?” You manage to croak. She appears to have gotten dressed already while you were sleeping. A blue and white outfit, a hat with peaches on it – “Nice cosplay,” you grin, sitting up in more ways than one. There’s either a large object in your boxers or you’re happy to see her.
She tosses a bundle at you; you catch it in your lap before you realize it’s your discarded clothes from the previous night. “Put it on – wait, nevermind, just hold on-“ Her eyes are staring at a point beside you, and you turn your head to see what her gaze is fixated upon: the bedside alarm clock – except that now it’s not so much a clock as it is a countdown timer, with red glowing digits counting down on the digital display. Three, two, one…
You feel a wrenching sensation and a moment of dizziness; the apartment spins around in a blur before you are deposited in another world. The bed has been replaced with a large rock, rough against your bare legs. The walls and ceiling are gone, and in their stead are trees and open sky. A whistling breeze blows between the branches, raising goosebumps on your skin and making your nipples hard.
Something feels wrong about that last bit and you glance down at your mostly naked form.
“Not again,” you groan in a girly voice as you see that once again you are in possession of two full, round breasts that you would definitely appreciate if they were on another girl. As is, even you have to admit that your rack is impressive. You immediately cup your crotch and feel a slight measure of relief when you confirm that you have kept your so-called “rod of punishment” that you put to such effective use last night. Your feelings are tempered when you realize that you also have equipment of the opposite sex down there.
“YUKARI!!!”
Your yell of indignation rings everywhere and you can almost swear that it even echoes faintly off the distant mountains.
“Back in Gensokyo, huh.” You sigh in acceptance and start putting your clothes back on with some difficulty. For one, your shirt is especially snug around the chest, to the extent that the outline of your nipples tents the fabric.
“Um… Hardwood…” Hinanawi speaks up nervously. You had almost forgotten that she was there! She looks startled and shocked, even though you were the one teleported into another world and turned into a futa, not her.
“Hinanawi Tenshi, right?” You look at her once more as you pull up your jeans. Definitely her, or a very thorough cosplay. Your jeans are also a little tighter around the hips than before. You start looking for your socks and shoes, only to find that they apparently haven’t made the trip with you. It seems like you’ll have to go barefoot for a bit. At least the grass looks soft enough.
She nods. “Pardon me, but you seem more nonplussed about this than I am.”
“It’s not the first time I came here,” you shrug and get up. “Let me guess, your alarm clock was also a teleporter – or gapper – or whatever – to travel between the real world and Gensokyo.”
“Yeah…” she nods again.
“And you woke up late this morning, just before the clock was set to teleport, so all you had time to do was grab some clothes. You meant to have the alarm wake you ahead of time to prepare, but you slept through it.”
“How did you know?” She blushes.
“Well…” you shift your weight awkwardly. “The alarm went off, all right, but I turned it off and let you sleep in. So, sorry about that.”
“Ah – oh, I see. It’s all right, I guess. No harm done, except you didn’t have time to get out of the way and you got sucked in here as well.”
“Don’t worry about it. I had some unfinished tasks from last time anyways.” You look around, not recognizing the landscape. “Any idea where we are?”
“I’ll take a look!” She jumps in the air – all of a few inches, and comes back down to earth. She jumps again, and gravity prevails once more. Now with a serious expression, she bends her knees low and jumps as high as she can, but the third try is as futile as the previous two. “Damn it! Why can’t I fly?”
You jump experimentally as well and are not surprised when you fail to take to the skies. “You know, last time I was here, only the birds and tengu could fly, and they had wings for that. Everyone else walked or rode.”
“Rode what?” Tenshi shoots you a strange look, still hopping as though expecting to be able to defy gravity any moment now.
“Horses, of course,” you answer matter-of-factly.
“There are no horses in Gensokyo!”
“What do you mean, of course there are. It’d take months instead of weeks to get around otherwise.”
Tenshi stops in mid-jump and stares at you crossly with her hands on her hips. “What are you talking about? Okay, so I never walk when I can fly, but it can’t take more than half a day to get anywhere on foot! Gensokyo is tiny! Cramped! It’d fit inside New York with room to spare!”
“Are you really Tenshi Hinanawi or just a really good cosplayer?” You raise an eyebrow incredulously.
“Of course I am the real Tenshi!” She stamps her foot, crosses her arms, and pouts, looking for all the world like a child throwing a tantrum – which, to be fair, she probably is. “Okay, I admit the last couple of years I went sightseeing around the world. But when I left, everyone could still fly! And there. Were. No. Horses!”
“Neigh!”
“What?”
The two of you turn in the direction the neigh originated, just in time to see a horse, saddled and bridled, but without rider, gallop by.
“Do you hear that?” you ask rhetorically.
“Yeah.” Tenshi gives up on her argument for the moment.
“That” is the sound of shouting, screaming, and shots being fired, getting steadily louder and closer. Soon you see about a dozen fairies on the run come into sight from between the trees, who barely give you a second glance as they flee. Shots ring out and the occasional unlucky fairy disappears in a flash of light and burst of sparks. A bullet zips by your face, too close for comfort, and embeds itself in the trunk of a tree behind you.
You duck belatedly and pull Tenshi down after you, who seems unsure of what to do. Before you have time to decide your own move, it is the fairies’ pursuers appear: a pair of rabbits in humanoid form, given their tell-tale ears, which are crooked. They are dressed in tattered gray fatigues and holding long bayonetted rifles. As surprised to see you as you are to see them, they halt their chase and turn their attention upon you. One is fiddling with her weapon, maybe trying to unjam it, but the other lines you up in her sights and pulls the trigger.
Click. Your heartbeat resumes furiously.
“Stop and surrender!” the soldier rabbit shouts at you as she fumbles for a fresh clip from her ammunition pouch.
[ ] Surrender.
[ ] Run!