Distorted Visions of Truth (Part 2)

Akira was on a sunny beach, watching the slow-moving waves lap against the shore. Wincing, at the sparkling reflections of sunlight across the calm, infinitely stretching seas. 

Though his mind was foggy, he could still sense something wasn't right.

'Wasn't I...somewhere else, just now?'

Before he could think, it was then that Ai: beaming as sweetly and innocently as the day he met her, dressed in a frilly pink bikini, suddenly came barrelling toward him from across the mounds of pure white sand.

"Come ooon, Big Sis!" she whined, seizing him by both his arms. "Everyone's waiting on you!"

"Ai-chan…!" Akira was speechless. "You're...back to normal!" he shifted his gaze downward, to inspect her lean brown torso. "But what happened to the demon that possessed your womb!?"

She waved a hand, giggling. "That's no way to talk about your future kid."

"I don't understand! What are you saying?"