Waking up

Clark's eyes fluttered open.

The world still twisted about, but not as badly as it had earlier. Which wasn't really saying much.

"U ̄ n... (Ugh...)" he thought, trying his best to examine the room. Tatami mats served as the floor, while paperwalls served to box him in.

'Anata ga me o samashite imasu, Chouko. (You're awake, Chouko).'

Clark looked around. For starters, he couldn't find the source of the voice. Secondly, why did they call him 'Chouko'? His name was 'Chouko', after all.

Opening his mouth, no words came out. Even more troubling, was the arrival was the attendant from earlier.

'Gomen'nasai. (I'm sorry about this).'

Compared to the previous voice, this one was a lot more softer. Kind even. The sort that made Chouko want to know more about this person - maybe even love.

"Namae wa arimasu ka? (Do you have a name?)"

A chuckle pierced into his mind. Felt refreshing

'Naomi.'

Just hearing that eased Chouko's mental state a little. Not enough to really change the fact that none of this made sense. So he focused in on Naomi. She was still dressed the same as she had been before the incident involving the statue. But why did she look even hotter now. Heck, why did it feel like his heart was beating just a bit faster than it had been mere moments before? An honest question, with no real way to ask it.

'Ā. Kanojo wa suteki ni narimashita. Naomida to omoimasen ka? (Oh my. She turned out nice. Don't you think, Naomi?)'

Chouko heard the words and looked down at herself. Currently, she was dressed in a kimono much like Naomi's. But, she could just make out a set of just apparent mounds. Not quite developed, but apparent. Oh, and the woman that she had been dragged to earlier was also there.

Naomi just nodded.