Soft sunlight filtered in through the leaves of the cherry blossom trees, casting a dappled shadow over the from of the girl asleep in her futon. Haruka was still fast asleep late into the morning, only waking when one of the specks of light managed to fall over her eyes, and even then her body only stirred at first, arms stretching out above her head. For some strange reason ,she felt very warm and safe beneath the blankets, and she had no pains from scratches like she had before. For the first time in nearly a week, Haruka got a wonderful night's sleep, and now she didn't want to get up. Of course, she knew she had to. Laying in bed all day was bad for you, and although she didn't have work today, she still wanted to get up and maybe pick up the house or the area around it. 

Letting out a deep sigh, the girl's hazel eyes fluttered open slowly to stare up at the ceiling. At first, she didn't notice the change, still drowsy as ever, but slowly, very slowly her eyes began to dart around. Something seemed odd about her house, different. Only when her eyes landed on the sliding door did she actually become confused though. Pushing up to a half sitting position, Haruka looked around the room, awestruck. What in the world?...
Everything was different, the floors, the walls, the windows, the doors, even the decorations looked very traditional. It looked like a tourist attraction....like an old shrine. 

Movement at her side caused her to flinch, and at last, she noticed the boy that was laying there. With just a quick glance, he looked like any normal boy, so her first instinct was to panic. Her first thought was that some perverted intruder had entered her home in the middle of the night. As soon as she saw him, she reacted without even thinking, letting out a scream. All of this confusion, this panic was starting to get to her. She didn't even know if this was her home even. Maybe she was kidnapped or something. All of her logic was kicking in and trying to put together a logical excuse for all of this, but nothing added up. 

Haruka placed her hands on the boy's arms, her legs kicking the blankets off as she tried to pull away from the boy. She could probably have easily gotten him off if she tried for another moment, but when the blanket came off, her entire body grew tense. This was no normal boy. She could see the three tails now, and didn't know what to make of them. Were they part of a costume or something maybe? No, they looked real, very real. That was impossible though!

Everything was just so confusing. Her eyes moved from the boy to herself and her breath caught in her throat. Someone had changed her, because instead of her nightgown, she was clad in traditional shrine maiden robes. Red and white cloth, softer than any other fabric she'd ever felt. 
Things seemed wrong, very wrong and she didn't know what to do.
 "What in the world is going on?!"