Disclaimer: I don't own Higurashi no Naku Koro ni or any of the characters, and probably never will. The world is a sad, sad place my friend. I mean, I don't even own the anime DVD I talk about in the story. It's made up… However, in order to brighten up all of your dreary, dreary lives, I own Skye. Katsumi belongs to my friend, and Kira belongs to my other friend.

Yay! After much delay, the long anticipated (?) Higurashi fanfic thing is here (at the time that I'm writing this, I still don't have a title DX)! This sight needs more Higurashi, and since I've recently become obsessed with it, more Higurashi it is! Yay!

See, none of my friends watch Higurashi, so it was very difficult getting people to participate in this story. Some didn't even watch anime (the horror!). So, yeah, after much delay, here it is!

Note: If I could make this fic labeled with every genre, I would. It's really a mix of things- a LOT of things…just read. .

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Touchaku-hen

(Arrival Chapter)

"Voila!" I said, throwing back the large doors of the closet. "Behold! My anime DVD collection!"

My magnificent collection was met with silence. "Well?"

"Skye-chan, that's only one DVD," Kira, a young, 12-year-old girl with shortish brown hair said.

"It's still a collection! You'll see! One day, this whole closet will be full!" I fought back. Katsumi, a 14-year-old girl with long black hair stepped forward and picked up the DVD.

"What's this?" she asked. "Higurashi no Naku Koro ni? What's that?"

"Only a really awesome anime!" I squealed, the very thought of anime dashing my anger away. "It's all about…stuff."

"Stuff?" Kira said. "Wow. Really descriptive, Skye-chan."

I gave her a playful glare, then led my two friends over to a TV. "Let's just watch it. It's the only one we can watch…"

"Skye-chan…maybe we should just go to bed. It's late," complained Kira.

"Oh, I see," I said, giggling. "You're just tired because your body is so small, isn't that right, Kira-chan?"

Kira snapped awake. "I-I'm not small! Let's watch Higurashi! We can stay up all night if you want!"

"Okay then," I said. "Higurashi it is."

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"Katsumi-chan!" I said, tugging her sleeve. "Look- Kira-chan fell asleep!"

"Awww," Katsumi replied. "Her face is so much more peaceful than when she's awake."

I laughed, then gasped. "Shhh!" I hissed. "Mion is about to…!"

We both watched in horror and suspense as Mion prepared to stick nails in Keiichi's various joints, and then the screen went red.

"She killed him!" Katsumi gasped. "That was so gruesome…"

"I know! I'm gonna have nightmares for weeks!"

"I thought it was worse when Keiichi scratched out his-"

"Ew! No, don't remind me!" I put my hands over my throat and trembled. "Maybe we should go to bed now…" I murmured as I tried to block out the thought of Keiichi's bloodstained hands.

"Aw, c'mon," Katsumi begged. "Let's watch one more episode. It's the last one on this DVD."

I sighed. "Okay, fine, but just one, I'm getting tired. It's really late…" I yawned, and Katsumi yawned too as she pressed the play button on the DVD player.

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The next morning, when I woke up, Kira and Katsumi were gone. I yawned, my eyes still heavy with sleep, as Katsumi walked into the room.

"Oh, Skye-chan, you're up," she said, sitting down next to me on the floor. "I made you some breakfast." She handed me a plate with rice and a bowl with miso soup.

"Woah!" I gasped, looking at what she had prepared. "Where did you get this, Katsumi-chan?"

She gave me a confused look. "It was in your fridge, under saran rap. I just heated it up."

"That's weird. The last time I had Japanese takeout in the fridge was…never. We've only had Chi-"

I stopped short and glanced around. As the veil of sleep lifted and I began to think more clearly, I took in my surroundings. The walls were an off-white color, and all of the doors were the kind that slide back and forth instead of opening. I looked down. What I had been sitting and sleeping on wasn't my bedroom carpet, but a tatami mat.

"Katsumi-chan…? This isn't my house…"

"Well, I thought it looked kind of different, but, maybe it was just the lighting…"

"Katsumi-chan, I know my house, and this is not my house."

Suddenly, I stood up and walked over to a window, pulling the drapes apart. I gaped. "Does that look like our neighborhood to you?" I asked.

Katsumi stared too. "That doesn't even look like America."

I opened the window and peered out, looking around. "I know this place," I said quietly.

At that moment, Kira burst into the room. "You guys," she half-screamed, her voice wild with excitement. "We're in an anime-"

"Hinamizawa."

"What?"

"Where's that?" asked Katsumi.

"Hinamizawa. You know, that weird anime town. The one from Higurashi, the anime we were watching last night."

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Gawd, this chapter is short. I promise, the next one will be longer.