!T1e/DmU8Jg 2008/06/27 (Fri) 00:10
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[X] Stay. Find Yuyuko.
At length, Hakugyokuro emerges from the mists, and you are able to
slide a paper door between yourself and those maddening trees. A part
of you, crushed and angry, wishes you could leave, but it's countered by
the voice of etiquette telling you that you should really at least pay
your respects to the mistress of the house. And, of course, the voice
of instinct telling you to spite Youmu until she learns her lesson, but
you try to ignore that one. It must be late afternoon by now, more like
dinnertime than lunch, but you're well aware that it's all the same to
Yuyuko. She eats for pleasure.
While you used your eyes to search for Youmu, the surest way to find
her employer is with your nose. You sniff the air inside deeply, and
follow the universal aromas of food and springtime to a room deep inside
the pagoda. Yuyuko grins lazily as you enter the room.
"Want a cupcake?"
"Cupcakes? Where?" She might not need to eat, but you do, and
you're suddenly aware you haven't had a thing today save breakfast and
that glass of milk.
"Right here. For you." Yuyu tosses the confection at your face,
and you pluck it from the air and flop down, facing her across the
room's low table. It's quite rare for her to offer you food,
particularly dessert, but delicious as the cupcake is it can't distract
you from what you came here to ask.
"I was talking to Youmu, just now, and she was, um..." Rude? Cold?
Mean? Yuyu simply blinks for you to continue. "Standoffish," you
decide. "Look, what's the deal with that girl? Seriously now, you know
her pretty well, right?"
"As much as anyone." With a wave of her hand, butterflies descend
and begin to clean empty dishes off the table. "She's a hard worker,
very Type A. Not usually my type, but she understands, you know? It."
You look up as Yuyu rolls on, and gape.
The entire ceiling is covered with the ghostly creatures, their wings vibrating in alien rhythms.
"She is a little frumpy today, now that I think about it. Seems
like she pulled a musclewhile she was at the gym this weekend. Youmu
takes her physical fitness very seriously. I always tell her it's not
like I'll be in any danger, but she thinks she has to keep in perfect
shape anyway."
You take another bite of the cupcake, quietly watching the
butterflies. A pale green one flaps its wings, and you think of
piercing a small pin through it, how it would shudder as it tried to
fly, how it would cover its wound and pull its scales loose if you
pressed them in with your finger.
"Do what you want to her. I do. She doesn't really mind. I admire
her dedication. It's so charming. Like yours." Yuyuko's image across
the table fuzzes out, and you feel her cool hand stroke the hard edges
of your wingtips as she reappears behind you. "Thanks for helping
Father today. Oh, I know, don't say it. It only took a few minutes, no
problem, too easy, of course you'd do it for the family, right?
Still," she whispers, pressing your head back into her lap, "you did
well. Just a few minutes make all the difference."
The mass of butterflies shift around to the sound of her voice,
arranging themselves into shapes, and a few of the most brightly colored
ones stand out in your vision. You amuse yourself by watching them
flit, reassured that Yuyuko already knows what you wanted to say. She's
the queen, or the princess, or whatever she cares to call herself.
"Like them?" Yuyu notices the direction of your vision, and giggles lightly.
"Mmhm." You nod, swallowing a mouthful of frosting and fluffy cake, and indulge your curiosity. "Are they really real?"
"Just ghosts. The best behaved of them, not like the spirits of the
building. Those tell lies, but if you listen closely, the butterflies
tell you stories." Stroking your forehead, Yuyu murmurs further. Ghost
or not, you appreciate her touch, especially after escaping the
possessive hands of that garden. You concentrate on the butterflies,
wondering if they'll tell you a tale. Yuyuko tells one for you.
"They say Yukari really isn't coming back. Ran will hold elections,
soon, and everyone wants a piece of the action. Dancing and dancing
and wasting time, trying to get ahead."
You watch two of the butterflies, a large one flying around angrily
and another tending to it. Mentally, you tag the large one as male.
"Always trying to get ahead, never thinking, never listening. What was she doing?"
"I never liked dancing for politics." Yuyu's childish side reminds
you of your own. "Dancing for fun, now, that's where it's at. The
Prismrivers have another concert coming up, want to come with me?" You
nod, feeling your scalp tingle as some of your hair passes through her.
"Never would come back home with me. Damn it, she should have come back, not kept running around with those lowlifes!"
"Stop it. Just stop. It's not your fault, it's not our fault. It
can't be. She chose her life, she was happy with it." The smaller
butterfly seems soft spoken. Many more fly in circles, spirals around a
point.
"Didn't she think? Always messing around with magic, dangerous
stuff, hooligans. She's only human! Didn't she know she'd end up- like
this?"
"No. No one knew. It... it happened. I wish it didn't, but all we can do now is pray."
"Prayers go up, Reimu collects them. The new ones, too, Moriya or
whatever. Both of them are trying to capture the people's faith. But
not too many people believe in gods these days. Yukari was the useful
god, making all this and keeping it up. Now she's gone, so they trust
in things. I like that. Like music, you know? Why settle for
classical when you can have death metal, house, psi, hard stuff that
talks to people now?" Yuyuko drones on.
"Talk to us now. Please. Don't tell us to wait. Just tell us how
bad it is." You imagine the small butterfly pleading to the spiral as
they fly. They answer in unison, and her wings beat harder, while you
drift backwards into drowsiness.
"Massive trauma. Internal bleeding. Doesn't look good."
"Doesn't look good for either of them. Eientei's going to be
throwing in as a surprise contender. Why not, right? Kaguya's got a
pretty face and promises to keep things as they are, forever. People
will overlook a lot of things if you tell them the good times will last
forever." The Saigyouji mastermind chuckles at this. "Scarlet isn't
running. Neither are we, of course." You grin up at her wryly,
glancing away from the cluster of butterflies.
"We? Nobody else around here would do something like that, Yuyu. Only you."
In the upper corner of the room, looking in on the mass, one insect
with blue wings and yellow antennae tipped with red waits alone. You
imagine it being entirely outside the room, not daring to enter,
watching through the window as it always has and whispering to itself, a
sole player in your ghastly dream.
"Only you. Only you. Only you. Only you. Please don't leave me alone."
"Those cupcakes are delicious, aren't they?"
Your eyes widen, and Yuyuko suddenly clasps your hand and pulls you
upright, diverting your attention from the butterflies. You glimpse
purple shadows in her eyes, contrasting with the pink in her streaked
hair. Something sinister glimmers far back in their sockets, and the
queen mother of your family, not your audacious friend, compliments you
again.
"Good job today. Forget what you heard, for now. It'll be public soon enough."
She turns, leaving the room in absolute quiet, and with her the
butterflies on the ceiling begin to vanish into dust, returning to death
one by one. The precise spiral breaks up, powerlessly, and in its
center you see what they were tending to - a single, strange butterfly,
colored only black and white, but fragile as the rest in Yuyuko's rooms.
It lingers alone for a moment as you wake up.
[ ] Silently leave the room.