| abstract | - "Unghh…" A soft voice winced. It had been…a rough night, to say the least. Slowly, they opened their eyes, gazing up the ceiling that protected from the rhythm of the raindrops which could be heard from outside. Such a sound could be considered somewhat soothing, to be honest. Gazing to their side, they noticed a bizarrely shaped alarm clock—it read 3:00 AM. …Huh. That was a first. This was probably the earliest they'd awoken since they could remember. They had a feeling, that today would be another pointless day where they accomplished nothing, but it wasn't set in stone just yet. Staring outside, they noticed droplets of water crashing down from the heavens at a mile a minute; yep, definitely heavy. Stretching their arms, this figure stood to their feet, gazing at their form in the mirror. Her figure was one of tremendous beauty; with long, flowing crimson hair which was splayed out in all directions at the ends, reaching down to her hips. Several large clumps of hair stuck out, some curled away horizontally. Her bangs framed her face, though they had two 'layers', with the behind layers falling to rest upon her chest. There were a few locks of hair kept in the middle of her forehead; there was a slim curled forelock of hair at the top of her head. Her piercing emerald eyes glimmered in the reflection. This was Kurenai—someone who had no recollection of who they were, and were determined to find out. Slowly, she gazed down upon the figure who was resting beside her. Their brunette hair was splayed out in all directions at the ends, reaching down to their waist. Several large clumps of hair stuck out, some curling away horizontally. Their bangs framed their face, though they had two 'layers', with the behind layers falling to rest upon their chest. There were a few locks of hair kept in the middle of their forehead; there was a slim curled forelock of hair at the top of their head. Small hips, white long legs and thighs, and a nice curved rear. There were several impossibly attractive women in Earth, Soul Society, and Hell, though this person's body was far more beautiful than all of those, from past, present, and future, even though they were a guy. It could be classified as art; a body with perfect shape. It looked like a nude body painting or statute on display at the museum. Gai Nagareboshi was sleeping peacefully, as the Mototsu-Seishin hybrid gripped onto a pillow, drooling as he smiled. From Kurenai's perspective, Gai was in the middle of a dream. Though it was late, waking him up in a preferably inappropriate manner was too tempting to resist, yet she restrained and chastised herself from performing such a childish action, as something she had no idea about prevented her from performing such acts. Stretching her arms out, Kurenai felt a ringing sound chime to her in the back of her head—something she couldn't shake. "Darn it, quiet." That was what she was thinking, as she clutched her head in annoyance. Maybe, perhaps such an echoing sound would depart from her mind the moment she had a shower. Hopefully; such an echo was rather ominous—but at the same time, it seemed as if a sound would unravel the secrets of her past. Ah, well—shower first, signal later, she thought. Stepping into the bathroom, Kurenai quickly began to disrobe; removing the skirt portion of the outfit that she was usually clad in; what she wore underneath became visible to her in the mirror. Steam rose from the shower into the atmosphere, clouding her vision. Slowly, she reached for her bra, removing it with a *click* sound from the hooks; the somewhat large curves which were supported by it became visible. Her chest bounced with slight movements—as the amnesiac woman gazed closer at her body, she noticed something unusual: her left pupil had become a stunning magenta within blue. Not to mention, the tips of several locks of hair had become brunette. With this, she inched back in complete shock: What the hell was going on!? Alright, alright. She forced herself to remain in a state of calm for a moment; opting to focus on this after freshening up. Stepping into the shower door, a steaming and slight burning sensation ran down Kurenai's body. The feeling of the water running down her back at a high pressure was refreshing. Slowly, she reached for that…that 'thing' that was long and had a brush at the end, she couldn't think of the name to save her life, but she was certain that it was for washing. Grasping it with her left hand, the amnesiac woman applied soap to it, before brushing it against her snow-white body. For some reason, she felt as if that body of hers wasn't really hers after all. As if, she was in control of somebody else's form. In addition, those nightmares were getting more and more frequent—she couldn't understand what was going on, to be honest. Was everything a far-off dream, or a scattered memory? Or was it reality? Kurenai was deeply confused. Leaving the shower with a snow-white towel wrapped around her lithe body, Kurenai re-entered the room in which she slept—rummaging around in the clothing drawer. For some reason or another, she and Gai were the exact same size in manners of clothing, so whatever she found in there fit her like a glove. Not to mention, certain outfits felt somewhat nostalgic. Going through several articles, Kurenai finally had settled on something that had been just collecting dust since Gai had grown out of it, so to speak. Removing it from the cupboard, she remembered—Gai had worn that from his birth up until the Eienrai Incident. Wait, what? Why did she know that? She didn't even know Gai back then. Scratching her head, the amnesiac woman sighed. Casting aside the towel, Kurenai revealed her stark-naked body to the mirror, before dressing herself. There was small black shirt, shaped like a diamond; the collar was a thin strand of cloth, wrapping around her own neck, and on the sides of the shirt, there are two thin strips that connected around her back, being tied in a small ribbon-like fashion with two red, intersecting belts over her chest. She wore white hakama, with painted golden phoenix wing designs, tied with a green sash. A large piece of black fabric hung from the center of the sash; embellished with the images of three origami cranes. She also bore two strips of blue cloth that draped over either side of her hips, along with a smaller, white strip of cloth tied around her waist, draped in the same manner. On her arms were white bell-sleeves. She also wore black stilettos underneath her hakama. Gazing at her figure, she remembered that time, opening her eyes for the first time…Only, that wasn't her memory.
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