2- In Our World Now

The next episode. :D

“This place is…amazing.” Sakura murmured as she walked alongside Kurui through the hospital parking lot. Her eyes sparkled brilliantly as they trailed along the shimmering city. It somehow felt newer. Like the buildings were polished daily.
Kurui shrugged absently. “It’s alright. But I guess that’s coming from a resident. You wanna see fancy? Go to Hiratices. They have some class.”
Sakura tilted her head. “Hiratices? Is that another city?”
“Another country, actually…”
“C-country!?” Sakura choked. ‘Where the hell am I?’ She thought frantically.
Kurui laughed lightly. “Calm down. We’ll find out where you came from and get this all sorted out.” She assured. She led the younger girl to a silver compact car close to the entrance. Sakura waited for the doors to be unlocked, then climbed in and fastened her seat belt.
“Right now we’re going to see Mistress Chouko. She’s in charge of the entire country of Aossin.” Kurui explained as she focused on fishing her keys out of her purse.
“And that’s…where we are now?”
Kurui nodded and started the car. “She’ll explain it all once we get there, believe me.” She shifted into gear and began to pull out of the parking lot. Sakura absently looked out the window as the car pulled to the drive leading to the highway…
…and suddenly dug her fingernails into her seat and let out a blood-curdling scream.
“What!? What’s wrong!?” Kurui yelped, forcing her eyes to stay on the road.
Sakura looked at Kurui in disbelief. “You’re going too fast! KYA! LOOK OUT FOR THAT CAR!!!”
Kurui jerked the steering wheel to the side at the last possible second. “I can see it! Calm down! I’m just going a tad quicker than usual!”
Scanning a speed limit sign that went by, Sakura realized she was going more than a tad quicker. She was going 20 miles over the speed limit. As the car dove between cars, screeched around sharp turns, and blatantly breezed through stop signs, Sakura swore she felt her heart stop.

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“Well, here we are~!” Kurui announced, cheerfully stepping out of the car. Sakura stepped out as well, her eyes wide and her face pale.
They were parked in a secure lot next to a very large government building. The building was at least 25 stories high, its lobby easily seen due to the front being composed mostly of glass. The upper stories were brick, much of the building covered by a large flag that was suspended from a metal rod just below a half-moon shaped window.
“This is Master Hall. It’s the main government building in all of Aossin.” Kurui informed Sakura as she led her down the sidewalk.
“So the Mistress lives here?” Sakura asked.
Kurui nodded. “Along with the members of one of her…um…‘projects‘.”
Sakura didn’t bother to ask what that meant. She was sure that all she would get as an answer would be to wait until Chouko explained everything.
When they entered the lobby, Sakura couldn’t suppress a gasp. The lobby didn’t have a ceiling. It instead took up the first 10 floors, the rooms on the other floors visible on balconies that ran around the lobby like rings. Against the wall opposite the entrance were two receptionist desks facing each other. Between them was a single elevator made of glass.
“Only one elevator?” Sakura questioned as Kurui led her toward the desks.
“This is just the one that goes to the upper floors. Obviously you can’t see them because they have to do with the government.” The older woman answered. She fished an ID out of her pocket, showed it to the receptionists, then guided Sakura to board the elevator. No one else boarded with them.
Kurui pressed a button marked with a star. “All the way to the top~!”
As the elevator began its ascent, Sakura pressed against the glass and watched the lobby shrink. A soft giggle escaped her lips.
Suddenly, the light leaking into the cart vanished, plunging the two into total darkness. Sakura gasped and scrambled over to Kurui, who laughed and patted the younger girl’s head. “Don’t worry. We’ve hit the upper floors--the ones that aren’t seen. Elevator shafts don’t normally contain light, you know.” Sakura sighed and nodded. She glanced at the lighted floor indicator just as it moved up to their destination.
The doors opened to reveal a long, barren hallway. Rows of security guards were pressed against the walls. Kurui began her trek down the hall, Sakura following quickly behind. At the far end, a pair of large doors was blocked by two large bouncer-type guards. Again, Kurui flashed her ID. The two guards moved aside and opened the doors for her.
“Alright. Let’s go.”
With a nod, Sakura followed her into a very upscale office. A oak desk sat in front of a half-moon shaped window, and two couches were placed on either side of it. Bookcases lined the two sidewalls.
A woman sat behind the desk, idly typing something on a computer. When the two entered, she turned and rested her elbows on the desk in front of her, her fingers interlocked in front of her face. “Kurui. Who’s this?”
“This is…ah…” Kurui trailed off awkwardly, realizing that Sakura had never told her her name.
“S-Sakura Kankura, ma’am.”
The woman raised an eyebrow. “The one who fell from the sky.”
“That sounds really weird, but yeah. That one.” Sakura mumbled. She fidgeted nervously, the woman’s cold golden gaze unnerving her to no end.
“Well she’s…” The woman began, slowly standing up. Sakura whimpered slightly and retreated a step.
“She’s so cute~!” The woman cried, sprinting over and huggling Sakura tightly.
“…wha…?” Sakura murmured, muffled through the woman’s chest.
Kurui sighed and pried them apart. “Sakura, this is Mistress Chouko. She’s…a bit…eccentric when it comes to kids.”
Chouko blushed and patted Sakura’s head. “I can’t help it! She’s adorable!” She paused and winked at Sakura. “Alright, sweetie. I may be the Mistress, but I’m not even 30 yet! You can just call me Chou-chan if you want. And I’ll call you Saki-chan! Alright~?”
Sakura blinked slowly and turned to Kurui for help. Kurui merely sighed and shrugged. “Perhaps we can put aside this…obsessive cute infatuation for a while? Long enough to tell the poor girl what’s going on?”
Chouko pouted slightly. “Fine. I’ll be ’serious’.” She muttered, turning back to her desk. “So…the girl who fell from the sky. You’re all over the news now, you know. People think you’re some kind of alien from a different world.”
After a long pause, Sakura whispered, “I think I am from a different world. Nothing here is familiar.”
Chouko watched the sky outside her window thoughtfully. “Well this is strange, indeed. What could have pulled you here? Why were you chosen? Or maybe it was a fluke…”
“It was definitely a fluke.”
“Or was it?” Chouko turned back to Sakura and Kurui, her golden eyes glimmering. “Sakura, nothing happens without a reason. Fate wanted you to be here with us. There’s a destiny you need to fulfill.”
The teenager sighed and looked at the ground. “Well I’m glad you can see this from such a philosophical point of view, but what could I possibly do here? I’m just a regular girl who decided she could play detective.” Sakura paused and tilted her head thoughtfully. Suddenly, her eyes slowly widened.
“Kito-kun…maybe he’s here, too! Maybe this is what I had to do to find him!”
Kurui glanced at Sakura. “A friend of yours? You were looking for him when you wound up here?”
“Saki…you realize that you’re on a different continent, right? How do you expect to find one person? Especially when you can’t even leave this country?” Chouko asked quietly, sitting in her chair once again.
Sakura’s eyes blazed. “He’s my friend! I’ll search as long as I have to for him!” She cried.
A sudden silence filled the room.
Until Chouko and Kurui burst out laughing.
Sakura’s cheeks glowed pink. “Wh-what’s so funny?” She stammered, looking between them.
“Ah…Kurui-chan…you remember when we were that determined?” Chouko gasped between laughs.
“It brings back memories, that’s for sure. Where did it all go?” Kurui agreed.
Chouko waved at Sakura. “Forgive us. It’s just…we used to feel that same way. I guess the magnitude of what we had to do crashed down on us and all our hope washed away with it.” She looked up, her eyes suddenly serious. “I hope that doesn’t happen to you. Sakura, you seem like such a positive girl. So…if you believe you can find him, we believe it as well.”
A slow smile crossed Sakura’s face and she bowed deeply. “Thank you so much. I’ll do my best and do it quickly so I can get back home!”
Chouko and Kurui exchanged a hesitant glance. “Um…Sakura…the thing is…you might not get back home.”
Sakura blinked slowly. “Wh-what? Why not?”
“Well we certainly don’t know how to send you back. We don’t even understand how you got here in the first place. Believe us, interworld travel has been a top research priority lately, but no one has figured out anything yet.” Chouko explained.
“So I’m…stuck here?” Sakura murmured. Tears pricked at her eyes. “But…that’s not fair. I need to be home!”
Sakura and Kurui yelped and flinched when a glass on Chouko’s desk exploded, sending shattered glass everywhere. Chouko merely blinked in surprise and turned her head to avoid the flying glass.
“What was that!?” Kurui cried, looking around the room as if she might find a hidden attacker.
Chouko put her finger to her lips, signaling silence, then nodded at the shattered remains of the glass. Crackles of blue energy flitted about, then died away.
Sakura and Kurui inched closer and inspected it curiously. “That…looks like…” Kurui murmured.
“It is. That is pure, concentrated spiritual energy.” Chouko answered, sounding as if she said the same statement every day. Her gaze flickered to Sakura. “That was an outburst of untrained Ketsutaken.”

1- Those Who Are Lost

Alright. Here's the written first episode. Enjoy~ <3

“It’s really changed her. She just hasn’t been the same since.” A woman with graying chocolate hair tied up in a tight bun sighed. She paused, letting her tired blue eyes sweep over the two uniformed men sitting on the couch opposite her.
“Has she had any previous problems?” One asked.
The woman reached for the still steaming cup of tea on the table in front of her before answering, “My Sakura-chan? No. She’s always been the sweetest girl…an absolute delight. We’ve only had problems with the police once. My…my ex-husband…” She sighed and took a long sip of tea.
“Well, ma’am, we see this often in children, actually. The traum-” The officer stopped suddenly, cut off by the sound of quick, light footsteps descending the stairs.
When the footsteps stopped, a teenage girl was visible at their base. Her wide aqua eyes were cold, given an added feeling of darkness by the shade provided by her sweeping golden blond bangs. “…this is about Kito, isn’t it?” She whispered.
The two police stood up, smiling warmly. “Ah…you must be Sakura…”
Sakura narrowed her eyes angrily. “Why are you wasting time like this when he’s still missing!? Kito disappeared two weeks ago and you lazy fools are no closer to finding him than you were then!” She spat.
“N-now, Sakura…they have a lot on their plates…” The brunette woman, presumably her mother, began tentatively.
“I don’t care! This would move along so much faster if I just went after him myself!” Sakura cried. She spun on her heel and stormed back up the stairs.
A few moments of awkward silence passed until one of the officers murmured, “Mrs. Kankura…maybe we should come back some other time.”
Mrs. Kankura sighed, but forced a tired smile. “Yes. I believe that would be much better. For all of us.”

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“It’s completely ridiculous, Nyo-chan!” Sakura muttered, pacing back and forth in her bedroom.
Nyo watched her pace, her green eyes drooping as she tried to fight sleep. She let out a small noise to let Sakura know she was listening.
“Two weeks. Two weeks! You remember that little toddler that was kidnapped last year? It took them three days to find her! What, is there like an express line for cute little girls? Pathetic!”
Nyo absently listened to Sakura rant. She remained silent, her eyes finally closed.
“No. I don’t accept this. Kito and I grew up together! I won’t just let him go…” Sakura sighed and glanced at Nyo, her lower lip poked out the slightest bit. “I don’t suppose you have any ideas?”
Nyo opened her eyes slightly. The green orbs slowly trailed toward the window to her left, the orange light of late afternoon trickling through the thin white curtains.
Sakura followed her gaze. “Hm? What? …Oh, Nyo-chan, you are BRILLIANT~!” She cheered. The girl scooped Nyo up in her arms and spun the kitten around in a giddy dance. Nyo’s ear twitched furiously as the wind whirled past it until Sakura replaced her on the bed and began pulling bed sheets out of her closet. She laid them out and began tying the ends together until she had a sort of rope. With one end knotted tightly around her bedpost, she threw the rest out the window and scrambled down it.
“Why rely on lazy cops when you can go collect information yourself?” Sakura murmured to herself, a determined grin crossing her face as she set off down the sidewalk.

After two hours of searching, Sakura roughly fell into a black chair outside a café. She rubbed her eyes, reluctantly realizing that now might be the time to give up and go home.
“…and he really never came out?”
“Nope. That was the last time they saw him. But really, why was he dumb enough to go inside? That place is hanging on by a thread.”
Sakura barely listened to the conversation upheld by a passing group of teenagers. She vaguely noticed that they went to her high school, but other than that she was too disappointed to notice much else.
“Manae Kito…I only had one class with him. But he did seem like the outgoing type.”
Sakura froze. Kito? Those kids knew about him? They knew where he was?
The group of four teens walked past her, ignoring the shocked look frozen on her face.
“You know, my cousin dared me to go into that house once. I turned down, only because I had to be a good role model to my little bro.”
“What? You’re lying. You don’t live anywhere near the Kimamura place!”
The old Kimamura house? That abandoned one about a block from Sakura’s house? That place had been condemned years ago. Kito had gone in on a dare. What if…he was still there? Trapped?
Sakura gasped sharply and took off running down the street, her peers’ words fading into the night.

With the combined effects of the pale moonlight and the fluorescent street lamps, the house was unnaturally disturbing.
At least, that’s what Sakura thought as she gazed up at the large, decaying home. Its once brown walls were either incredibly dirty or molding in every spot. Half of the windows were shattered, and the front door was barely holding on by a hinge.
“Alright…alright…I can do this…” Sakura chanted to herself. “It’s just a house. What could a house do? Eat me? Ha! …well…it could always collapse…Gah! No! Must stay positive! I have to do this! For Kito-kun!”
Her determination renewed, Sakura boldly ducked under the yellow police tape that billowed in the wind. She marched up the creaky wooden steps and across the porch. Once she spotted the lion head knocker, her will faltered slightly. Even so, she took a deep breath and forced the heavy oak door open.
The first thing she noticed…was darkness. With all the windows boarded up, no outside light made its way in. From the small beam provided by the open door, Sakura was able to make out…dust. On every inch of the floor, hanging from the ceiling, even forming small hills in the corners. An asthma attack waiting to happen.
Sakura took a large breath of outside air before stepping forward and allowing the door to slam behind her. She jumped slightly, a startled yelp escaping her lips. This, of course, sent the dust flying, which lead to a high-grade coughing fit on Sakura’s part.
“Gah! It’s like Hell! Except instead of fire, there’s dust!” Sakura managed to choke out. She covered her nose and mouth and began blindly feeling her way around the large room. Eventually her hand grasped around the cold metal of a stair handrail. She let out a small, calming sigh. Climbing old, termite-infested stairs in the dark was probably not the best choice, but at this moment it was the only one.
“Here we go. Every journey starts with one step, and other such inspirational phrases.” Sakura breathed. She slowly lifted her leg and took a careful, precise step. It went this way for a while: step after agonizingly slow step. About halfway up, she started feeling a bit cocky. Things were going great. And the faster she got to the top, the faster she could find Kito.
And the sooner she could get out of this house.
Her confidence was short-lived, though. About three or four steps from the top, the ancient wood gave way. Sakura screamed as her leg slid through the jagged hole, dragging long, bloody lines all the way past her knee. She gritted her teeth against the burning pain; once it faded slightly, she was able to pull it back out. Reaching down to touch the wound, her hand came back smeared with crimson blood.
“Well…that’s a downer.” Sakura muttered, limping the rest of the way up the staircase.
When she reached the second floor hall, darkness reigned supreme. Once her eyes adjusted a bit, she was able to make out the vague shape of doors, but not much else.
Suddenly, her eyes snapped to the flickering orange light that trickled under the door at her immediate right. It looked like…
“Fire…?” She whispered.
A thoughtful pause.
“KYA! FIRE!” Sakura yelped, ignoring the searing pain in her leg and charging down the hall to throw the door open. She soon paused in surprise. The room was an average-sized bedroom, barren just like the rest of the house.
Well…except for the candles and large chalk symbol, that is.
“What…in the world…?” Sakura looked around slowly, her eyes trembling slightly. Who could have set this all up? The only person who had been in this house lately had been Kito. But there was no way he would ever do something like this. This looked like the haven of devil worshippers. What if it was? A band of Satanists, using this old house as a place for their gatherings? And how would they react if they found Sakura here?
What if they knew she was here?
“N-No…” Sakura gasped, forcing her nearly paralyzed body to retreat. Her legs trembled madly with every forced step backwards. Combined with the burning pain of her cuts, her left leg was in bad shape. Her knee buckled, sending her face-first into the floor.
Sakura groaned and opened her eyes. She gasped sharply when she realized that the hand she had used to touch her leg had landed on the chalk. As soon as the blood came into contact with the powder, it began to glow with a bright purple light. A sudden gust picked up, slowly developing into a full-force torrent.
“Eh…? Wha…” Sakura breathed as the light enveloped everything. Soon all she was able to see was a barrage of colors surrounding her. They swirled and danced past at a nauseating speed, leaving her mind too shocked and scared to process much else but the colors. Strangely, she could still feel the sensation of the wooden floor pressing against her body.
But that quickly disappeared when the colors faded and revealed a frighteningly high aerial view of a city.
“Wait…wha-ah-AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!” Sakura screamed as she began to plummet to Earth.
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Warm.
That was Sakura’s first coherent thought. Warmth. And the feeling of something soft wrapped around her.
Bed?
Yes. It must be a bed. But where? As she woke up more, the scent of anesthesia and the ambient noise made her realize she was in a hospital.
Sakura’s eyes fluttered open. She slowly sat up and looked around the room. It was your average hospital room: equipped with medical apparatus and a below average television set. The entire room was colored according to a tan color scheme.
Sakura absently reached up and touched her head. It was pounding crazily, and her entire back was throbbing in time. “Jeez…what happened…?” She wondered aloud.
“I don’t know. You tell us.”
Looking up to find the owner of the voice, Sakura spotted a woman in her early twenties standing next to the bed, holding a clipboard. Her jet black hair was pulled up in a loose ponytail, allowing her brown eyes to be seen. A light smile grazed her lips. “I’m Nurse Iruna. You can call me Kurui if you like, though.”
“Ah…K-Kurui-san…where am I? What’s going on?” Sakura asked shyly.
Kurui absently glanced at her clipboard. “Faruna City’s Regional Medical Center. You had quite a fall. All the way from the top of the sky.”
“Wh-what!? How did I get up there?” Sakura cried, flustered.
“We have no idea. We were hoping you’d tell us.” Kurui paused and shook her head. “In any case, we should contact your parents. Where do you live?”
“Near Yuri Street.”
Kurui tilted her head.
“Tokyo.” Sakura added, her panic growing.
“Not sure where that is, either.”
Sakura gulped heavily. “I-I’m still in Japan, right?”
Kurui hesitated. “Maybe we should just get you to the Mistress. I’ll go check you out. Be ready to leave when I get back.”
Sakura nodded as the nurse left. She sighed and got out of bed, trudging over to the window. She threw open the blinds…and gasped. The city stretching out before her was breath-takingly large and busy. The buildings were all in the 30-story range, and they were all extremely modern looking.
“I go looking for Kito…and I find a city.” Sakura murmured to herself. “This stuff only happens to me.”