Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World-Chapter 101: Arc 3, - 11: A New Day

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?" Fumeko blinked next to Jotou’s bed, in the pinafore she went to sleep with, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Jotou stared at Fumeko, like she was staring at a dead woman who came back to life. "Meko!" she leapt to hug her—her arms nearly squeezed the life out of her.

"Hey-! Hey... W-what happened?" Fumeko gently petted the golden hair. Jotou hung at the edge of the bed, holding onto Fumeko for dear life as she panted out the cries.

"Fumeko..." Jotou whimpered.

The corners of the brunette’s lips curled up, "Well, I knew you had feelings for me too, but I didn’t know you liked me this much. Can’t believe I was ever afraid to confess- I mean, who could deny me?"

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..." Fumeko held Jotou’s chin and pushed it back, "No smart-ass comebacks?" her brows furrowed.

Jotou faced up, still sat as Fumeko barely stood above her with her short stature. She stared, Fumeko’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 Fumeko, but Jotou couldn’t care less. "Jotou," Fumeko called again. The blonde’s neck and hands had broken out in a cold sweat. "Talk to me."

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, Meko was... dead... I remember, everything; it’s not a dream, there’s no way I could remember 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 remember that part... Ugh, it’s too fuzzy.’

"Since you’re fine then," Fumeko 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, Fumeko, 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!" Fumeko 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?" Fumeko 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 mean? 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 me soap and... you... You," Jotou slurred her words, pointing to Fumeko.

"Okay... let’s get her inside first..." Hotaru glanced around as Fumeko 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 formed as Hotaru funnelled the water into Jotou’s mouth. "Now, very slowly, what happened?"

"Jotou woke up screaming, then I woke up because she screamed, 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 remember 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?" Fumeko crossed her arms.

"That would be easier to explain, but I remember, everything in detail... Everything that would, or should happen today. It wasn’t a dream," Jotou’s gaze intertwined with Fumeko’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 time travel possible? With magic maybe?" Jotou’s glance leapt to Hotaru.

Hotaru’s ears stood up, "Chronomancy...?" she scoffed, "Time magic is something 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?" Fumeko narrowed her glance, never shifting from the blonde’s brown eyes.

"Alright... First, we wake up. Fumeko asks me to forget something 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 screamed awake..." Fumeko 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?" Fumeko leaned closer.

"There’s, well, we’re gonna be informed of a travel ban by Minister Saady because a rogue battalion, from the Trailon Regime’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 me this before when we talked to Minister—whatever-his-first-name-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 Fumeko...

Fumeko’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 some 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 me like I’ve gone mad," the blonde’s gaze fell to the ground.

"I didn’t mean to- ...Sorry," Hotaru’s ears folded and she looked away with a frown... They left the cabin, opting to wash away their peculiar awakening.