!Y3zp2qgejE 2013/03/04 (Mon) 17:12 No. 29664 ▼
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You decide to pay a visit to the sword ghost girl. As fellow swordswomen, you two stand the best chance of getting along, right? You ride a keystone down from heaven after preparing your special equipment. It streaks across the skies like a meteor, glowing from the heat of atmospheric re-entry. A few miles above Hakugyokurou you leap off your ride, just as planned, and execute a perfect three-point landing right in the centre of the gardens.
A ghost samurai and a well-endowed shinigami, both seated, stare at you wordlessly with cups of tea halfway to their lips, as though frozen in time. You stare back silently, not twitching a muscle, definitely not moving your hands towards the special equipment you have strapped to your back, hidden from their field of view.
Ever so slowly, they set their cups down on the low table between them, keeping their hands well clear of their weapons.
The three of you move simultaneously faster than the eye can follow. As the ghost unsheathes her katana and the shinigami picks up her scythe from the ground, you reach for the special equipment that you brought along and dual-wield to counter both attacks at once!
“Peace offering?” You quip, as the encounter comes to a sudden halt, with point of sword and point of scythe barely inches away from the two bottles of the finest sake to be found in heaven that you brought down with you.
“Truce,” the ghost girl sheathes her blade with a click as the guard comes to rest against the scabbard.
“I guess I can’t spoil the party,” the shinigami shrugs and rests the haft of her scythe on the ground.
The three of you seat yourselves at the table while a ghostly servant brings along three sake cups. The awkward silence that follows is broken only by the servant opening one of the bottle and filling the three cups. They are brought up to lips…
“This is some good sh- stuff you got!” The shinigami laughs and pats your back as though you two have been best buddies forever.
“I-I’m glad you like it!” You stammer, going red in the cheeks, flush with the victory of your first successful friendly interaction with a resident of Gensokyo! You go, girl!
The ghost girl puts down her cup after draining it and gets up. Even standing up straight she’s still rather short and barely a head above the seated shinigami. “Pardon me, for I have been a poor hostess. I am Youmu Konpaku, gardener. Lady Saigyouji is away, so on her behalf I would like to welcome you to Hakugyokurou.” She follows up with a formal, slightly stiff bow.
“Ah, yes, um,” you scramble to your feet. “Tenshi Hinanawi, at your service,” and you return the bow as well as you can.
“Komachi Onozuka,” the shinigami grins and offers you her hand while staying defiantly seated. Her hand is soft but there is hidden strength in her grip. “Say, would you like to join us for some gardening?”
And that was how you, Youmu and Komachi ended up playing gardeners.
There is a certain satisfaction to be found doing practical work with your hands. The three of you sweep through the gardens and deal mercilessly with the strange infestation of lilies of the valley and sunflowers. Finally the last of the weeds are uprooted and thrown onto a large pile, like bodies gathered and heaped up from a battlefield.
“Thank you for your aid,” Youmu bows to you and Komachi, “Now I do not have to worry that Lady Saigyouji would see her gardens in such a sorry state.”
“No problem,” Komachi stretches, working the soreness out of her back after a day spent hunched over and seemingly unaware of the way she is pushing her generous chest out, while you look on a little enviously and even catch Youmu sneaking a peek out of her corner of her eyes. “Anything to get away from work!”
“Yeah, but where did those weeds come from, anyways?” you have to ask as you look over your handiwork.
“I find their presence unnatural as well,” Youmu nods, regarding the heap of uprooted weeds with a gardener’s critical eye. “Wait!-“ Her hand darts to her side but instead of a sword hilt she only grasps empty air. People usually don’t wear weapons while gardening, after all. In hindsight, she should have; her swords have been left behind on the table, well out of reach. Komachi’s scythe lies beside them, meaning the shinigami is out of luck too.
And that is a shame, because all the lilies of the valley and sunflowers have combined into some sort of plant monster that is reaching out with unsettling vines towards the three of you.
“Hisou!” You cry out and your sword forms in your hand while you slash out at the vines coming at you, leaving them in chunks. The screams from beside you, however, tell you that Youmu and Komachi have not fared as well as you have. Lustful tendrils have wrapped around their arms and legs, rendering them immobile, while more are slithering over their bodies and under their clothes. They’ve even wrapped around the shinigami’s big tits and started squeezing them!
Before you can cut your new friends loose, however, more tentacles are coming from the animated weed pile straight towards you, intending on inflicting the same fate upon you. You won’t be able to help your friends until you defeat this monster.
[ ] Finish this with one stroke!
[ ] There’s too many of them!