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“Yukari!” you shout out, hoping that the blonde-haired woman would return. However, after a minute of waiting, you curse yourself for letting her leave before asking her some increasingly burning questions. Returning to your attention to packing, Yukari’s words begin to sink into your mind, her words making it difficult to think about what to pack. Before long, your luggage bag is a random mess of assorted clothes of varying shades and hues, much more than you were hoping to bring.
Sitting down on your bed, you attempt to reign in these dissident thoughts, trying your best to think of other things. With each attempts, Yukari’s words would continue to interrupt, echoing loudly and forcing you to stand again. Starting to pace, your mind broods on the blonde-haired woman’s words, about your past meetings with her, and about Gensokyo.
A word alien yet familiar at the same time. Yukari talked as if you have been there already, as if you two were passing acquaintances from the past. Though you try to think back, you would imagine you would remember a woman like her, especially how she acts. But all your memories about Yukari only go back to a few days ago, when you met her in that dark room...
You listlessly walk out of your room, not bothering to shut the door behind you. Your thoughts keep you too busy to really take notice of your surroundings, your body compelled to go and get a drink from the kitchen. After retrieving a recently purchased bottle of wine and matching wine glass, you leave for your study, hardly paying Yuyuko any attention after walking pass her indulging on some chocolates in the parlor. Locking the study door as you walk in, you seat yourself behind your desk, placing the glass down as you open the wine bottle, thankful the cork was easy to pull out. Pouring a bit of wine into your glass, you stare at the top of your desk, taking a sip of wine now and then.
The word returns to your mind as you slosh the wine around in your glass. The word is too familiar for you to not remember it. Maybe you have been there, during a business trip perhaps. You’ve been to a lot of places; you might have forgotten it due to how short you’ve been there. Yet this is different. You feel a stronger connection to the word than just some place you had a business meeting. No... there has to be something more to it than just that.
Glancing around your private study, you stand back up and approach one of the numerous bookcases. Shifting around old books that you’ve never even opened, and probably will never, you extract an atlas and bring it back to your desk. Another sip from your glass, you open the atlas and begin sifting through the pages, staring at the places you recall you’ve been to and pointing to them.
“Chicago, San Francisco, Seattle...” you silently murmur as you turn the page, “London, Rouen, Brittany, Madrid, Barcelona... Shanghai, Hong Kong, Dubai, Morocco, Kyoto, Tokyo, Manila...”
Sifting through more and more pages, you continue to read out the names of different cities and areas, desperately searching for Gensokyo on the map. After turning a page, you are greeted with the opposite end of the atlas. Not once have you seen the word Gensokyo. Staring at the blank space, you take another sip from your glass of wine, trying to wrap your mind on what this could mean.
“Mind if I have a glass?” Yukari asks, the blonde-haired woman holding out a wine glass in front of your face.
“Yukari?” you begin before letting out a sigh. “Just help yourself...”
“Oh? No gentlemanly offer? Just simply letting me help myself to the wine?” Yukari fakes disappoint as she grabs the wine bottle and greedily fills her glass to the brim before taking a few sips. “So, George, what are we looking at here?”
“A blank page,” you sarcastically reply, letting out a snort before sipping some wine.
“Oh, a blank page of an atlas, how exciting. And exactly why are we looking at a blank page?”
“There is no Gensokyo in this atlas. I wonder why... Gensokyo is a place, right? Not a metaphysical concept or some noun or verb found in a dictionary?”
Yukari chuckles a bit as she takes another sip from her wine glass. “Of course not, George. Why would Gensokyo be those things? It’s a place, just like any other, but trying to find on a map will be of no use.” Yukari then points at the blank page. “Though, this blank page is quite a good representation of where Gensokyo is.”
“It doesn’t exist?” you quickly answer.
“You can’t find it within your maps,” Yukari corrects, motioning her hands in a fake slap to your forehead. “No, Gensokyo is a bit beyond the... borders of your charts and landmasses.”
You sit back down on your chair, Yukari using your desk as a place to sit. “Speaking in riddles is only to confuse me further. Perhaps you want to say things in... I don’t know... English?”
Yukari leans back in offense. “You’re no fun, you know that George? Nothing like Victor...” she pauses to take another sip of wine. “I see you want a straight answer, no riddles and other confusing words, huh? Fine, but don’t go crying how your brain has shut down because of being unable to comprehend what I’m about to say.”
“Trust me, Yukari, my brain is already shutting down for how confusing you are. I’m certain I can handle a bit of straight forward truth,” you challenge, setting your wine glass down and folding your arms.
“Wanting to cut to the chase, how bold. I might be wrong about you George.” Yukari giggles a bit as she again sips from her wine glass. “Well, Gensokyo is this magical place where all sorts of fantastical creatures and people are. Fairies, magic, vampires, you name it, it’ll be there. It’s where all the fantastic stuff of this world goes whenever people stop believing in them. Well, more or less. I don’t really pay too much attention to what ends up there, I just prefer letting things move, maybe a little of... urging a few forces now and then.”
You stare at Yukari, your face unchanged from what she said. “And what about you? What sort of fantastical creature are you? A goddess? An angel? A demon? Just some woman who wants to mess with my head?”
Yukari lets out another laugh, shaking her finger a bit. “Oh George, you’re so funny. You’re definitely as fun as Victor! And I’m nothing like those things. I’m just a simple fantastical person.”
“Oh, and what makes you so fantastic, oh fantastical person?” you mockingly emphasize the last part of your sentence as you reach for your wine glass, suddenly noticing it wasn’t there. Looking back at Yukari, you see her reaching into a... tear? A tear in space? Some sort of strange... portal thing. Then again, you remember seeing it earlier, when you first met with Yukari. So you guess that really happened. Or maybe it didn’t. It’s all confusing.
Yukari pulls out your wine glass from the gap as it closes. Laughing a bit, Yukari drinks up the rest of the wine in your glass before setting it down in front of you. “Is that fantastic enough for you?”
“No... no! That was simply a parlor trick! A trick of the light! A trick! That’s what it was, simply a trick!” you argue, pointing suspiciously at your now empty wine glass.
“Oh, perverting the laws of space and time and what not is simply a trick of the light? Well, if you say it that way...” Yukari muses as she stares into her wine glass. “I could take you to Gensokyo with me right now. Maybe then you’ll enjoy this little ‘parlor trick’ of mine a bit more.”
You stand up, offended. “Oh, this again! You have no right at all to take me anywhere, Yukari! I told you before, and I will repeat this again, you have no control in my life at all! I do what I want to do and you have no say at all!”
“Calm yourself, George. You’re going to have an aneurysm if you keep this up,” Yukari scoffs as she finishes her glass of wine. “Besides, what fun would there be in taking you to Gensokyo right now? There’s still quite a bit of fun to be had here.” Yukari slides off your desk and dusts herself off, the blonde-haired woman smiling as she retrieves her umbrella from another gap she created. “Well, I guess I shouldn’t waste my time here, I still have to meet with Victor.”
“Wait, Yukari!” you move around your desk, walking up to her. “I still have some questions to ask you!”
“Well, why don’t you ask me then on the way there, then? I could use some company.” Yukari answers, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Not wanting to lose Yukari again, you simply stay close to her, your questions at the ready. Opening the door, Yukari walks through first, with your shortly behind her.
Finding yourself in-front of a large skyscraper in the middle of the city, this sudden change of surrounding catches you completely off guard. Rubbing your eyes, you hardly believe that you’ve been brought to the city all of a sudden.
“Yukari? What did you do!” you shout.
Yukari simply giggles. “I told you, I can take you wherever I want, whenever I want. I just decided to bring you with me here. I hope you don’t mind, of course?”
“Don’t mind? Don’t mind?! Of course I don’t-”
“Georgy!” a loud voice interrupts as you feel yourself getting hugged.
“Wha...” you murmur as Victor squeezes you tightly.
“I’m glad you could make it, buddy!” Victor lets you go and smiles widely. “I see Yukari convinced you to come with us today! I knew she would convince you.”
“Convince me? She hardly con-”
“Come on, George, there’s a show at the opera in thirty minutes and I’ve already booked us some of the best seats in the house.”
“But... but...” you repeat as Victor shoves a ticket into your face.
“Please, George? Victor and I would really appreciate it if you spent some time with us today,” Yukari pleads, winking once.
“But... but...” you continue as Victor continues to hold the ticket in-front of your face.
[X] “Fine... give me that ticket.”
- [X] Run
- [X] “Victor, this Yukari woman is crazy!”
Maybe I should make these updates shorter. Then again, I just write whatever comes to mind. And well... this came to mind. I hope it makes sense.