This is a little a little idea that's been festering within me for a while. I'm posting a teaser of sorts to see what anon thinks. I may then continue it as a proper story, if enough people show interest. If not, it's a mere vignette, suddenly appearing, and quickly forgotten...

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I quickened my pace in order to keep up with her. The loud crunching sound of leaves and the snapping of twigs intensified. My side bag weighed heavily, feeling like a sack of lead.

Did she plan to simply run away? That wasn't very fair.

I wasn't going to give up that easily, though. Even though I had been walking for the better part of the day, I still had enough stamina to meet any challenge she threw at me. And even if I didn't, I was sure that sheer determination on my part would be enough to keep up with her. I hadn't gotten into this without being prepared.

I grinned. My mouth was dry and my throat ached – both proof of my determination.

“That's extraordinarily disturbing.” She quipped from up ahead. It was the first set of words she had directed at me since leaving. I widened my grin further on the realization that she was stealing glances at me in between brisk steps.

“Careful there. I wouldn't want you to trip because of me.” I joked. “I learned my first-aid from working with animal corpses.”
“That's alright. I can handle myself.” She looked ahead, her words barely reaching my ears. “I've been doing this for more time than you can imagine.”
“That's not what the others say. They say that you've been barely doing this for a year or so.” I told her what the villagers had told me. They, at least, hadn't been aware of her until last year or the year before last. That said, they were hardly the most credible source. They practically still believed that life originated spontaneously.

She didn't reply. That suited me fine. There probably wasn't that much left anyways.

After a half an hour more of effort and perspiration, we reached a stop. I had successfully kept up with her.

“So, what do I get?” I smiled at her, trying to hid

[x] To the market!

To the market! It’s the most obvious choice, considering the volume of people moving around there. Humans crowd the streets, the rabble indistinct and at a dull roar. Occasionally, you hear a vendor haggle away with a customer, or a hawker show off his wares. Yes, the market is alive and bustling with activity. There’s bound to be someone interested in buying whatever it is Reisen is selling. Your partner agrees with you as well, guiding you but staying close so as to not lose you again. As she walks around, a trickle of customers approach Reisen and buy one or two packets of medicine. The stream of customers seems painfully slow, however, and at some points you wonder if people cared at all. Indeed, there were moments when humans actively avoided Reisen’s presence, if not outright ignore her. Was there a sense of mistrust amongst the population?

Come to think of it… you haven’t seen anyone else like Reisen in the village; not in the sense of other rabbit folk, but just non-human entities. There’s an interesting variety of human life here, but that’s just it. Humans. Back in Eientei, there was a sort of variety amongst the population (if you could consider it variety), but here, it seems almost unwelcoming. It just feels… abnormal for you. Not exactly uncomfortable, but there’s something off. Was it the village? Or was it just you?

“Thank you!” Reisen’s voice drags your attention back into reality, of which you didn’t even realize you had drifted off. She’s handing off a small white package to a brightly grinning boy, who immediately disappears into the crowd upon passing over cash.

“First customer?” you ask.

“Yep!” Reisen answers with a nod. “It’s always cute to have kids come buy for their parents.”

“Aren’t you worried that someone may gather the drugs for other purposes?”

“Well, nothing in here is viable for substance abuse, and if they wanted to make something bad, it would cost far more than it’s worth,” she pauses in her explanation to sell of a packet of medicine to a small family pas

For the record, these are links to the previous thread: >>20085

And here's the download links for all the saved threads and original documents (let me know if they are broken or need to be re-uploaded):

http://www.mediafire.com/?fjetfmmhqmm
http://www.mediafire.com/?jhzihnmcyag

Actual update will be uploaded after this, since I don't want it to be accompanied by the OP picture.

"W-Why do I...have to do this..." You cry softly, trying to gather information as to your current state. A very sad state, of course, you can't bear the sound of your blazer jacket hitting the floor. It hits it with an awful thud, a cold, blunt one that makes you wonder why you're even here. What you wouldn't do for a nice warm bath and carrot juice. But no, here you are, standing in front of your would-be master, facing a mirror, a body length mirror, at that, so you can see just entirely how bad your miserable expression is. Effecting your entire body. You get no responce though, except a gesture you can see in the mirror, the person behind you waving their finger about, telling you to keep going. This only makes you shed more tears, for the embarrassing pain you're going through.

You gently loosen your tie, trying not to both accidentally and purposefully strangle yourself. You want to live, but the extreme weight on your heart right now is so much to bear. The hot tears of anguish continue streaming down your face, streaking your cheeks and dirtying your once beautiful face. The droplets are soon hitting the floor, as your eyes have watered so much by now. Your tie slowly slips off your hand and onto the floor below, as you soon now work your way to your shirt, reluctantly. Button by tiny button you undo them, watching the gleeful expression of the perpetrator behind you in the mirror. You further undo your shirt, exposing the pink, carrot printed bra underneath. Your arms start shaking, not wanting to continue, but you must. You slide the shoulders of your shirt off your arms, and yet another, soft, yet sickening thud is made on the freezing floor below you.

You shakenly and very reluctantly reach for your backside when you see the menace behind you gesturing downward, something you were afraid of, personally. You take a gulp, finding that your mouth is dry and exhausted, and carry your hands down your bare stomach and to your pleaded skirt. You move one of the flaps and start unzipping it slowly, every notch in the steel that the zipper has to go through making an undeniably painful sound to you. The skirt loosens and the draft you feel more or less

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Your answer is as much of a summary as it is an emotive reminder of all that makes her great. Liberties are taken with the truth, not in a purposefully misleading way, just – they're just very subjective. Inexperience and a romantic view of the past tinge your words with a definite bias. But in that there's your truth; Your words say what you really feel.

"'What attracts me to you?' Well that's simple: you're my bwest bwuddy in the world, of course. You're also gorgeous, intelligent, and you have an impeccable taste in video games. You happen to look pretty good in poofy red pants and suspenders, which is a plus. You call me out on my idiocy, but you have the patience of saint to deal with my late night visits without fail. You have an uncanny sense when it comes to gift giving, which I think is all to rare in this or any other world. You're kind and caring, almost to a fault. You're easy to tease, easier to kidnap, and a great kisser. You also brought me here and basically saved me from myself. Thank you, by the way. I don't thank you enough for doing that, but I really should. All that and more is why I like you; what attracts me to you. But why I love you? I don't know why. I only know I do."

It's a mouthful. Several lungfuls in fact. There was an underlying urge to stammer, stutter or otherwise choke. But you keep your cool throughout. With the 'great kisser' remark, you expected backlash, a jab at your experience with Eirin.

There's nothing of the sort.

In fact, it looks like your words have a significant impact on her. Kaguya looks lost in thought, layers of pensiveness all bundled on top of another. Some of what you said couldn't have come as a surprise, she already had heard it before. So, the question you find yourself thinking is 'just what is she thinking about?'

“I suppose you could do worse.”

So after some consideration, I decide to post Little Soldier's side-story at this board for everyone's convenience. As I have mentioned in the actual thread, this story will be split into chapters and I cannot assure myself that there won't be too many chapters.

Take note that since I'm so used to CYOA-styled writing, I find myself facing difficulties working on this story normally, so please excuse any abnormalities that may be found throughout this story. OP picture is chosen because I can't find anything more suitable. Also, the actual chapter is going to be posted after this.

Regardless, sit down and please enjoy heartily.

sup guys
http://boards.4chan.org/tg/res/9995121#9999999

For the record, these are links to the previous threads:
>>13210
>>14889
>>15894
>>17115
>>18270
>>18793

And back to our regular scheduling.

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[ ] Accept Yuugi’s offer.

You look at Kaguya, and then at Yuugi. Then you look back at your squad members, who are expecting a quick answer from you. The oni keeps smiling, ever using the time to consume more sake from the bowl, which never seems to spill despite her vigorous hand manoeuvres. The bridge princess is staring at you, apparently in disgust over the presence of Eientei folks, before she gets another slap on the back from Yuugi.

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Not what I had planned, not what I had expected, not a lot of other things. But here it is, as is, no more delays. Otherwise I'd be stuck forever. I apologize and hope we can move on now with faster and regular updates. I hope to make up my shortcomings here over time.

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Her request weighs upon you for a moment. It's an invitation for you to be honest and say what you want to say. There's a lot of that. There's a lot that you feel, that you want to try to put into words. She's giving you a chance for that.

But first thing's first, you decide.

“Well, you know... I just have to clear some things up... this trip, it's not really what I pictured what it would be.” You pictured something else... what that was you're not 100% sure, but it wasn't this you know. The original had something of a more relaxed vibe. More unrepentant fun and no complications. The cool night air helps you choose your words carefully, the stars whispering the right words to you, “I wanted to spend some time alone with you, with my buddy, away from Eientei, away from all that madness. You know, have fun and laugh and be ourselves. Lately there's just been so much asked of us that, I don't know, it just felt right to do this. I thought that a lot of what was going on might have been upsetting you, and I thought we could both do well to unwind. Without Eirin or the rabbits or whoever else breathing down our necks.”
“I know your intentions weren't bad,” Kaguya states, “Otherwise I wouldn't have come along. I, um, have faith in you.”
“Thank you.” You thank her solemnly. Her faith in you means the world to you, you realize. It's a vote of confidence that's hard to quantify in terms of just how exactly it makes you feel. It's like being accepted for you yourself, in spite of your faults. It's the stuff of good relationships.
“I'm sorry if I've made you feel uncomfortable, if I've made you feel nervous. I didn't mean to.” You pause, half-expe

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“To lipstick and beautiful clothes.” You propose with a smile.
“To the lack of ties and open flies.” She replies with an impish grin. You look down at your trousers quickly. The black material is properly set. Kaguya giggles.
“Nice one.” You give her a disaffected shrug, trying to make it look like she didn't embarrass you. “Should have seen it coming.”

You meet her gaze with your own and carry on. A proper toast involves eye contact. Like any oath.

“In any case, to a special evening. Cheers.”
“Cheers.” She raises her glass a bit and then clinks it with yours. The contents swirl a bit, coming up to the rim.

The wine tastes wonderful. It has a smooth full-bodied taste that can only be achieved by careful cultivation and storage. It's not a sweet wine, nor does it have much in the way of fruitiness, but it certainly has its own unique character. This is the kind of wine that would be offered at exclusive establishments you conclude. You're mentally singing the wine's praises, but you think that you'd advertise the vineyard pro bono just because it's that awesome. Bacchus or whoever his equivalent is in Gensokyo is probably very pleased.

“We shouldn't let the food get cold.” You put down the glass. “Please help yourself.”