Her fingers shivered a smidgen—her jaw hung staring at the brunette across the room. Who mirrored the blonde’s face of confusion and distraught...
"No, no," Jotou absentmindedly verbalized. "That wasn’t a dream... it can’t be a dream," her narrowed eyes leaked tears drop by drop—the nails on her fingers were long again.
"What can’t be a dream?" Fuko blinked next to Jotou’s bed, in the pinafore she went to sleep with, "Did you have a nightmare?"
Jotou stared at Fuko, like she was staring at a dead woman who ca back to life. "ko!" she leapt to hug her—her arms nearly squeezed the life out of her.
"Hey-! Hey... W-what happened?" Fuko gently petted the golden hair. Jotou hung at the edge of the bed, holding onto Fuko for dear life as she panted out the cries.
"Fuko..." Jotou whimpered.
The corners of the brunette’s lips curled up, "Well, I knew you had feelings for too, but I didn’t know you liked this much. Can’t believe I was ever afraid to confess- I an, who could deny ?"
Jotou shook her head against the pinafore, wiping the tears, "Keep being arrogant, please keep being smug, please keep talking detective," laughter snivelled out.
"You would’ve been sarcastic by now..." Fuko held Jotou’s chin and pushed it back, "No smart-ass cobacks?" her brows furrowed.
Jotou faced up, still sat as Fuko barely stood above her with her short stature. She stared, Fuko’s palm still on her cheek... It was a better sight than a bullet through her skull...
The brunette’s eyes softened, "Are you, okay?" concern and sympathy was a rare look on Fuko, but Jotou couldn’t care less. "Jotou," Fuko called again. The blonde’s neck and hands had broken out in a cold sweat. "Talk to ."
Jotou placed a hand on her own chest, feeling her heartbeat skipping every now and again, "I’m... I’m fine right now..."
’Am I fine? I was, I was in the desert, ko was... dead... I rember, everything; it’s not a dream, there’s no way I could rember it with that much clarity...
Then what were the faces...? That felt like a dream... Did I see myself...? Who were those random faces? I can’t rember that part... Ugh, it’s too fuzzy.’
"Since you’re fine then," Fuko checked the marks of tears on her clothes, "How about... we go on a date? Once we get to Cravolta City that is... Or is that too soon?" she pondered.
"No, Fuko, you don’t understand," before Jotou could protest, a knock sounded on the door.
"Hey, what happened in there? We heard a scream till our cabin," Hotaru’s voice poked in.
"Is everything okay!?"
"We’re awake you dolts, give us a minute!" Fuko looked back to Jotou, "What don’t I understand exactly?"
"I, I can say to everyone," Jotou threw the blankets aside, rushing her bare feet to the door.
"They left these at your door!" Asobi handed the soap and towels she just picked up. Little flicks of hair spiked atop the magician’s hatless head and yet her face remained cheery, bright and without a flaw.
Hotaru had a small bag with her to go bathe, one ear was stuck bent down and her face with marks of a pillowcase imprinted onto. "Hey, what’s going on?"
Jotou pushed past the two to face the sky... The Sun faced back—a bright new day. Left and right cabin doors opened, down the rows and rows of housing.
"Jotou... had a nightmare?" Fuko stood at the door.
"Aww... I’m sorry Jotou, would you like a magic show to cheer you up!?" the elf wiggled her wand.
"No, no, all of you don’t understand, this day already happened," Jotou cupped her mouth, bewildered to her surroundings, wearing the nightgown she went to sleep in—two days ago.
"What? Jotou, calm down, what do you an? Are you okay?" Hotaru’s ears flicked forward and back.
"Today, I recognize it. The way I woke up, my nails they’re not cut, Asobi gave soap and... you... You," Jotou slurred her words, pointing to Fuko.
"Okay... let’s get her inside first..." Hotaru glanced around as Fuko blinked behind Jotou and escorted her back into the cabin.
Jotou sat on her bedside, holding her forehead in a slight ache. Hotaru put the side of her hand to Jotou’s lips, "Drink," water ford as Hotaru funnelled the water into Jotou’s mouth. "Now, very slowly, what happened?"
"Jotou woke up screaming, then I woke up because she scread, then she started crying."
"Not you," Hotaru looked behind her and back. "Jotou?"
"I’m, I’m just processing it, hold on," Jotou took a deep breath. ’I’m not even sure what exactly is happening... Hell, I probably sound like I belong in the psych ward. I have to explain this properly.’
Where to start? "First of all, what date is it today?"
"Um," Hotaru tried to rember the calendar, "It’s the 19th of August."
"So not the 20th... Listen, I know I may sound crazy here, but I already lived today and tomorrow. And, if we’re counting midnight, the 21st too..."
"In your dream?" Fuko crossed her arms.
"That would be easier to explain, but I rember, everything in detail... Everything that would, or should happen today. It wasn’t a dream," Jotou’s gaze intertwined with Fuko’s.
"Ooo, so you had a vision!? Are you like an oracle!?" Asobi hopped over to sit next to her.
"I, don’t think so? I’m not exactly sure... Is ti travel possible? With magic maybe?" Jotou’s glance leapt to Hotaru.
Hotaru’s ears stood up, "Chronomancy...?" she scoffed, "Ti magic is sothing that you read in fiction. Nobody can actually do it, it’s a myth."
"What exactly happened in this ’dream’. Or, for your sake, about to happen?" Fuko narrowed her glance, never shifting from the blonde’s brown eyes.
"Alright... First, we wake up. Fuko asks to forget sothing and then Asobi and Hotaru knock on the door to wake us up."
"What did you ask her to forget?" Asobi bounced gently on the bed.
"Uh... Well... I technically didn’t ask her to forget anything, but I thought about it last night and wanted to ask her to forget... Then she scread awake..." Fuko blushed.
"Okay, then there’s a bit of proof... Well," Hotaru checked her watch, "How about we take today to rest, we can pay the coachman a little extra for the wait and we go to Galuvit Town tomorrow?"
"We can’t go to Galuvit Town, there’s a travel- Right," Jotou shook her head, "This past and present and future crap has my head spinning..."
"Wait, why can’t we go to Galuvit Town?" Fuko leaned closer.
"There’s, well, we’re gonna be inford of a travel ban by Minister Saady because a rogue battalion, from the Trailon Regi’s invasion force on the west coast of Galuvit, set up base nearby and we’re stuck in Hartamat for a few days."
"That’s detailed..." Hotaru raised a brow, "We can still go; we’re hiring a private transport and we’d have to be compensated if we’re being forced to stay here."
"I know, you told this before when we talked to Minister—whatever-his-first-na-was—Saady."
"Then Jotou, why were you crying?" the magician’s face was awfully close, inspecting the blonde’s face for tears.
"Uhm," Jotou held Asobi’s shoulders and pushed her slightly away. "I-" she choked as she faced Fuko...
Fuko’s brows creased even more, "You what?"
"Let’s, let’s take a shower first please..."
"Okay," Hotaru helped Jotou up, "Let’s get you so breakfast first, then we can continue this conversation. Is that okay with you?" Hotaru tilted her head.
’That’s not a look you want your friends to give you...’ Jotou tightened her lips... "Hotaru, I’m not crazy; so don’t treat like I’ve gone mad," the blonde’s gaze fell to the ground.
"I didn’t an to- ...Sorry," Hotaru’s ears folded and she looked away with a frown... They left the cabin, opting to wash away their peculiar awakening.
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