Sakura had the most pleasantly bittersweet dream. She dreamed of her parents calling to her, of her dear sister's voice calling her to wake up. Wake up, Sakura…

"…is here. Wake up, Sakura! Wake up."

In that dream she was no longer the person she was forced to become the last six years, but Sakura Yamada. An elder daughter that finished high school a few months ago and practiced Kendo and martial arts, rather than the deadly assassin Akatsuki, sworn to the enchanter leader of the Log Horizon guild, and a member of it. It was such a sweet reminder of her home in Japan, from before the Apocalypse…

"Mom, she is not waking up."

"Why is she dressed like that, and- Is that a real Katana?"

"Don't touch it, Sasuke! It looks sharp. You will cut yourself on it."

It seemed so realistic, that she realy didn't want to wake up. Who could know if she would dream of the old life again soon?

"Sakura, do you hear me? Sakura, this is your father, do you-"

It was even with that tone of her father's voice, when he was displeased, but uncertain. It was…it was…NOT a dream!

With that last thought, Yamada Sakura, the assassin Akatsuki opened her eyes, and found herself in a strangely familiar room. it had what she vaguely remembered to have been her things… and her family.

'And I call myself a Ninja, when I noticed them only second to the strange familiarity of the room.'

"Sakura, you are finally back! Where were you, girl? We were worried, and why is your hair in such an unsightly braid, why do you were such clothes? Why is there a sword on you?"

A brief look at herself, followed by petting to make sure that it was really there, has shown that she was in her clothes from Seldesha, and with her weaponry on.

She than hurried to the bathroom, ignoring the calls of her family-if this was real she will have time for a proper reunion.

As she pushed the door openand was about to enter, Akatsuki froze.

For from the bathroom mirror that was opposite of her a reflection looked back.

It wore the face of Yamada Sakura, but had so much of Akatsuki in it that she couldn't separate the two, and had the same ridiculously long hair in a purplish color and clothes of the later.

Only a single thought ran in her head at that moment.

'Lord Shiroe!'

Naotsugu woke up to the familiar ring of his alarm clock calling him to prepare for work.

He moved a bit, only to find himself very uncomfortable, and as he sleepily moved to hit the clock and turn the alarm off, only when he did, there was the sound of something breaking accompanying the blissful silence.

As he slowly moved into sitting position on his bad, his leg hit the metal shield…

'shield?"

He got up fairly fast after that, feeling as if someone dropped ice cubes into his shirt.

A brief inspection confirmed that yes, he was back, and that he wore his Elder Tales armor, with his shield and weapon near. And yes, the clock was smashed completely, by a force that probably usually required steroids.

He was also much more broad and muscular that ever in real life, though what else could his current location be?

And then a treacherous thought came, unbidden… if he was back in Japan, in his post Apocalypse form, what of Shiroe, who played a Half Alf? And of Nyanta the werecat?

He knew almost nothing about the Swashbuckler Werecat, aside from that he was much older, but he knew Shiroe, having met him before in real life.

So he hastily changed out of his armor, with the ease practiced in the last six years spent in the land that should have been a game, and put on twentieth century clothes.

Though it took time to find something that was big enough for his new muscular frame.

As soon as he was ready, he left the apartment, closed the door, and hurried to his friend; maybe together they will make sense of what happened.

'Well, that puts a monkey wrench in my plans to finish collage… and here I was feeling optimistic that the one to twelve time dilation was still in effect, and the six years since the Apocalypse for the player were only six months on earth. To think I was actually thinking that repeating the semester would be the biggest problem of getting my Degree, and life continuation back in japan.'

While the grad student looked at the mirror, the face that stared back had elongated, elfin ears, and was taller besides.

Author Notes: I recently finished watching the first season of Log Horizon, and checked the (unfortunately very small) fic archives here on FFN. inspired by the anime, and some of the fics (mostly Dislocation by Vathara), i tried to write something of my own.

this is the result, it is a oneshot for now, and may remain such, but i hope it will inspire more, and someone take on the idea of the 'Adventurers' getting back, in their character avatar bodies...

I hope you will enjoy reading it.