I woke up and rolled over to hit the alarm clock. Of course, as always, something was in my way. I opened my eyes and looked at my now soaking wet arm. Who the hell put a glass of water there? I got up and stumbled downstairs. "Okah-san? Otoh-san?" I looked around, and noticed a letter on the fridge.
'Gone shopping. Be back at 3!'
I looked at the clock. It was 4. I yawned and made myself some cup noodles. I ate the whole thing in 5 seconds flat and got dressed in my usual black kimono with a red rose on it. I put on my favorite black sandals, and walked outside. I put my knee-length black hair up in a bun, and began to walk to the park. I walked over to a little girl who was playing all alone. "Hello, little one. Where is your mother?" she glanced at me and kept playing. I noticed she was drawing kanji in the sand. She had white hair and had red streaks on her face. She was painting different symbols. She took out a brush and painted three lines on my hand. The symbol began to glow. The girl smiled. "My name's Amaterasu. See you later." I screamed as my vision turned to black and I hit the ground. "I like her. I want to play with her. I wonder if my friends will like her?"
When I woke up, I was lying on soft dirt, and I was cold. I sat up and coughed, noticing that I was soaking wet. As I looked around, I noticed I was in a small town, with small houses that barely counted as shacks. It seemed rather peaceful, with leaves blowing in the wind. I stood up, rubbing my sore head, and walked over to the nearest person, an elderly woman with an orange on her head, doing her laundry by the river.
"Excuse me, could you tell me where I am?" The old lady looked at me and gasped.
"Oh, goodness me! You're soaked to the bone! Come with me! Oh, my…you're pale as death!" She grabbed my arm and began leading me towards a small shack with a rice paddy.
I walked in and a small woman in a pink kimono looked up.
"Oh my…another one?" The old woman nodded her head and pulled a tatami mat out of a closet.
"Sit down, dear." I sat down and took in a deep breath. The room smelled like pure alcohol. I happened to glance over and see bags of rice.
So this is a place where they make sake…
The younger woman went to a pile of clothes and pulled out a short kimono.
"Here, try this on." I pulled it on. It was a dark grey, with pink flowers weaving all over the front. It was a little short, and only came to my mid-thigh. I can only assume it was too small, because I had trouble fastening it.
"I'm sorry, dear, I don't think we have anything that would fit your…um…endowments." I glanced down at my strained bust.
"It's alright. Is there any place where I could get something to eat?" The old woman tossed me a rice ball.
"You can have this until I make orange cake tonight. It'll be delicious!" I bowed and thanked her.
"Domo arigatou. What may I call you?" The small woman bowed.
"My name is Kushi." I looked her over, she had shoulder-length black hair, a long pink kimono with long sleeves, and a headdress made of twisting topes and small sake barrels. I looked at the elderly woman with the orange on her head.
"Just call me Mrs. Orange. I'm the wife of the village elder, Mr. Orange. Come, I'll introduce you to everybody and show you where you'll be staying. "