It all started with a scream.
Haruka was up late that night, despite her exhaustion. She poked her head out the window and stared up at the moon, the wind tousling her glowing hair. She was so on edge--she couldn't help it. Something was in the air that night, and as she pondered it, her thoughts were pierced with an earth-shattering scream.
Haruka, barefoot and wearing nothing but a T-shirt, leapt over the coffee table and spun through the halls, slamming open the door to find her daughter tossing and turning in her bed, in a dead sweat, her mouth opening and closing, mumbling ominous words.
Haruka's nimble fingers grasp at Hotaru's shoulders, shaking her gently, calling her name softly. When the girl's eyes fly open, Haruka pulls her into a tight hug.
"You're okay, sweetheart, it was just a dream," she purrs, coming her hands through soft black hair, pushing away thoughts of omens and precognition.