09-10-2017, 07:00 PM
WHAP
A single, well-placed wooden whack echoed through the small corridors of the Hakurei Shrine. Clownpiece’s head jerked up from her cup of tea, and she turned to where she’d heard the sound come from. Setting her cup gently on the table in front of her, she slipped out from under it, and slowly made her way towards the sound. After the strike, the shrine had fallen silent, only disturbed the by light whisper of her tights against the floor. She quietly rounded the bend, drawing ever nearer to the room Yuuka and Reimu had both run off to.
“You guys okay in....” the hell fairy began, leaning around the corner and peering into the room. She trailed off, purple eyes settling on the red-white shrine maiden, standing hunched, gohei raised above her head. They then flicked down to her green-haired friend, lying face-down on the ground, a very poorly-written “R” sketched on the ground next to her in what she assumed was the youkai’s own blood. Her gaze jumped back up to Reimu who, as if on cue, turned to face her, giving her a look as if she were daring the fairy to try something.
“Eheh...” Clownpiece laughed nervously, a chill coursing through her body. “I’ll be under the shrine if you need me.” With a sentence mumbled under her breath as quickly as she could manage, she booked it out of the room, and the shrine proper. Stopping only to pick up the fallen fairy, she retreated to her home under the shrine.
---
The distinct sound of a sliding door reverberated quietly through the hallway, door shaking lightly in its frame as Reimu shoved it open. She clicked her tongue in annoyance, eying the contents of this particular closet closely. Lying instead, neatly folded on the shelves, was a supply of various spare pieces of bedding. They were all things she’d taken to storing a few extra of, given how many uninvited guests liked crash in the shrine for a day or so. Now, these weren’t actually for the guests; she typically carried them for herself, as backup bedding in case one of them tried to up and steal her bed. As was the case today.
The shrine maiden carefully extricated the futon from shelf, careful not to take all the adjacent bedding with it. She actually found it kind of odd that everything seemed to be where it belonged. If everything was true from their talk earlier in the day, then that meant the hell fairy had actually made the shrine here. And if you could only make things according to memory, then why’d she know where everything was. A heavy sigh escaped her. Clownpiece had, at some point, dug through everything when she was away. She shouldn’t have expected anything less, but still, she’d need to have a ‘talk’ with her later. After tucking the futon under her left arm, she pulled a blanket and pillow out of the closet. With all the basic necessities grabbed, she slammed the door back shut with her foot. Loud, wooden clattering cut through the silence of the shrine, followed by Reimu’s light tread as she meandered back over to her room.
“Here you go,” she said in her usual rough tone, tossing a spare futon right onto the youkai on the floor. The mattress hit Yuuka’s back with a soft whump sound, followed closely by two more similar noises as the blanket and pillow hit the ground next to her.
“Oh, you’re too kind,” the flower youkai responded, slowly pushing herself up off the floor, letting the futon slide off her back.
“You’re washing it when you’re done though.” With that said, the shrine maiden stormed off to get ready for sleep.
---
With one last little pull, Clownpiece wriggled out from beneath the claustrophobic foundation of the shrine and into the open air. Hopping onto her feet, she stretched out luxuriously in the early-morning sunlight. She’d done it, she’d followed the doctor’s advice and spent the night healing the fairy. It had worked, and now her white-dressed little friend was sleeping it all off. She’d be back up when she was ready.
“But man...” she mumbled to herself, turning up to stare at the light blue sky. “That was on ordeal...” The one of hour of boredom she’s subjected herself to in summoning the shrine had been nothing compared to the effort needed to get the hell fairy back up and running. It was worth it though, now she didn’t need to wander about worried out of her mind and could focus on something a bit more exciting. With a spring to her step, she hopped onto the veranda and skipped up to the door. “Yuuka!” she called into the shrine, paying no mind to how annoying she was being. She had an ultimate, hellish attack to learn, after all.
A single, well-placed wooden whack echoed through the small corridors of the Hakurei Shrine. Clownpiece’s head jerked up from her cup of tea, and she turned to where she’d heard the sound come from. Setting her cup gently on the table in front of her, she slipped out from under it, and slowly made her way towards the sound. After the strike, the shrine had fallen silent, only disturbed the by light whisper of her tights against the floor. She quietly rounded the bend, drawing ever nearer to the room Yuuka and Reimu had both run off to.
“You guys okay in....” the hell fairy began, leaning around the corner and peering into the room. She trailed off, purple eyes settling on the red-white shrine maiden, standing hunched, gohei raised above her head. They then flicked down to her green-haired friend, lying face-down on the ground, a very poorly-written “R” sketched on the ground next to her in what she assumed was the youkai’s own blood. Her gaze jumped back up to Reimu who, as if on cue, turned to face her, giving her a look as if she were daring the fairy to try something.
“Eheh...” Clownpiece laughed nervously, a chill coursing through her body. “I’ll be under the shrine if you need me.” With a sentence mumbled under her breath as quickly as she could manage, she booked it out of the room, and the shrine proper. Stopping only to pick up the fallen fairy, she retreated to her home under the shrine.
---
The distinct sound of a sliding door reverberated quietly through the hallway, door shaking lightly in its frame as Reimu shoved it open. She clicked her tongue in annoyance, eying the contents of this particular closet closely. Lying instead, neatly folded on the shelves, was a supply of various spare pieces of bedding. They were all things she’d taken to storing a few extra of, given how many uninvited guests liked crash in the shrine for a day or so. Now, these weren’t actually for the guests; she typically carried them for herself, as backup bedding in case one of them tried to up and steal her bed. As was the case today.
The shrine maiden carefully extricated the futon from shelf, careful not to take all the adjacent bedding with it. She actually found it kind of odd that everything seemed to be where it belonged. If everything was true from their talk earlier in the day, then that meant the hell fairy had actually made the shrine here. And if you could only make things according to memory, then why’d she know where everything was. A heavy sigh escaped her. Clownpiece had, at some point, dug through everything when she was away. She shouldn’t have expected anything less, but still, she’d need to have a ‘talk’ with her later. After tucking the futon under her left arm, she pulled a blanket and pillow out of the closet. With all the basic necessities grabbed, she slammed the door back shut with her foot. Loud, wooden clattering cut through the silence of the shrine, followed by Reimu’s light tread as she meandered back over to her room.
“Here you go,” she said in her usual rough tone, tossing a spare futon right onto the youkai on the floor. The mattress hit Yuuka’s back with a soft whump sound, followed closely by two more similar noises as the blanket and pillow hit the ground next to her.
“Oh, you’re too kind,” the flower youkai responded, slowly pushing herself up off the floor, letting the futon slide off her back.
“You’re washing it when you’re done though.” With that said, the shrine maiden stormed off to get ready for sleep.
---
With one last little pull, Clownpiece wriggled out from beneath the claustrophobic foundation of the shrine and into the open air. Hopping onto her feet, she stretched out luxuriously in the early-morning sunlight. She’d done it, she’d followed the doctor’s advice and spent the night healing the fairy. It had worked, and now her white-dressed little friend was sleeping it all off. She’d be back up when she was ready.
“But man...” she mumbled to herself, turning up to stare at the light blue sky. “That was on ordeal...” The one of hour of boredom she’s subjected herself to in summoning the shrine had been nothing compared to the effort needed to get the hell fairy back up and running. It was worth it though, now she didn’t need to wander about worried out of her mind and could focus on something a bit more exciting. With a spring to her step, she hopped onto the veranda and skipped up to the door. “Yuuka!” she called into the shrine, paying no mind to how annoying she was being. She had an ultimate, hellish attack to learn, after all.
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Yuuka Kazami Wrote:Reimu comes back to make another pass at Meira and she just has an idiot neck child.
Credit to Yuuka for the sig