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Current vote--How to help Mistress Remilia in the final battle (of Imperishable Night):

[4] Keep the “night” up by crafting moonlight.

[1] Attempt to help Sakuya by assisting with temporal magic.

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[X] Keep the “night” up by crafting moonlight.


Nothing has changed.

Because nothing has changed, none of us want anything to change.

I’m still confident of that. I’m still afraid.

But then, when I look at her...


The mansion grew quiet. The guards were few.

As he and his fellows neared the inner sanctum of Eientei, it felt almost as if guards were no longer necessary; the sense of rejection from the environment itself had become absurdly palpable.

His Mistress did not care for it.

She led her humans with a thoroughly grumpy look upon her face, immediately firing down the very few rabbits that ever came to fly in their way. Little over a dozen did so, though they also seemed very determined to stop the intruders now...

“... Water,” his Mistress eventually said. He and Sakuya looked at her when she said this, and asked with their eyes if she’d misspoken. Without returning any glances, Remilia replied, “We’re going to be there soon. You’ll see what I mean.”

Shortly, the hall surrounding them began to waver. The walls fell away again, and the floor began to transform into a pier: winding yards out before them, and over what seemed to be a vast and truly unending pool.

Sapphire... cerulean night. Had they left the mansion...? It seemed so, although space still felt notably contained. Remilia soon began to descend, and so her humans followed. They stepped into the water, and found it to be strangely still, and also hardly enough to reach their soles. Surreality had fully supplanted the norm. They were not on “Earth”, nor were they in the cosmos as any of them knew it. What was here was something ancient, and special, and within this off-world all of them felt young.

Here was only the strange water, the night sky, and, of course, the full moon above.

Surrounded by glittering stars, gigantic and powerfully luminous, the moon was here. And, before it was the silhouette of an otherworldly princess, adorned, it seemed, in a dress. It had to be the Daughter of the Moon: The Princess “Kaguya”.

Kaguya turned her head. She’d been watching that moon, and basking in its golden glow. She looked down at them now, and it was clear that she was smiling. The smile was not otherworldly, the smile was perfectly polite.

“Hi there,” she said, “you’ve gotten through absolutely everything without a scratch. I’ve heard that you two haven’t gotten into any trouble here though, huh?”

“I am a diamond,” replied the Dead Princess Remilia, smirking lightly to herself as she put her hands on her hips. Her servants stifled their laughter. “I’m beautiful, strong, and I cannot be scratched, even if you try it.”

“Ah, then... you can be crushed,” answered Kaguya, and she began to descend as Remilia seethed. She slowly landed in the water twenty feet off from them, casting perfect ripples out from her feet as she did so. She closed her eyes, lifted her skirt, and curtsied. “This is your custom, no?” she asked, looking back when she was done.

Remilia, who was glaring at the other princess, momentarily closed her eyes herself... took up her skirt, then curtsied in return. Kaguya giggled.

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[幻想の樹海 - 永夜の月 (来夢緑)]

“You haven’t gotten any kind of pleasant welcome. Allow me?” the princess of the moon offered. “Welcome to Eientei. Nice to meet you. My name is Houraisan Kaguya.”

Remilia let go of her skirt and crossed her arms. She breathed in, long.

“My name is Remilia Scarlet!” the vampire abruptly boomed. “A Departed Princess, and Master of the Night! Master of the Moon! You, who have grotesquely had your way with my moon... Houraisan Kaguya—I have come to thrash you!”

“Wow...!” Kaguya breathed. She lifted her hand to the sky behind her, and to the celestial body watching over them. “This moon?” she asked. “Then, I am your princess...!”

“That’s right!” Remilia agreed immediately. Gen raised one of his eyebrows. “Didn’t you know? I struck that moon and left my mark against it just days ago!”

Or, had she...? After his Mistress had fought his partner, it did look to him like the moon had one more crater on its surface, but... Truly?

Furrowing his brow and still watching her, he thought, Incredible...

“You see,” the vampire went on, “that moon is—”

Remilia stopped.

Her face contorted with concern, and she gasped. Suddenly, she put out her arms and spread her wings wide, and Sakuya and Gen each took a step back as their Mistress covered their faces. “You two...!” she snapped, turning slightly. “That’s the true moon...! Be careful!“

What? thought Gen.

“Those two are humans?” Kaguya asked. “Then yes, its light really would be dangerous. Maybe they’ve already gone insane, in fact? I don’t actually know when it last was that the Moon’s true light bathed the Earth.”

Gen frowned. Nothing at all seemed amiss to him, and supposedly Sakuya shared this experience.

“I feel fine, Mistress,” said the Maid. “Gen? Are you alright?” she asked him.

“I don’t feel anything strange either,” he said.

“Ah...” Remilia uttered, sounding relieved. “Right, you’re very well-disciplined Sakuya... and Gen, you’re... You’re...”

She stood up straight, and turned partway to look at him.

“Are you really alright?” she asked, cocking her head.

“I’m totally fine,” he insisted with a smile.

“Well... if you’re fine that’s what worries me,” she replied. The she shook her head, and looked back to the Princess of the Moon.

Gen decided to look as well.

Kaguya was a youthful girl... She looked younger than he was, and she was, perhaps, more beautiful than Yuyuko. It was difficult to say, but... at the very least, Princess Kaguya struck him as the most ideal manifestation of a Yamato nadeshiko. Her hair was pure black, perfectly straight, and stretched out behind her thighs. Her eyes were dark, her face was pale, her hands were hidden within long and bountiful sleeves. She hadn’t dressed herself in a kimono, but... she had put on a rather fanciful blouse: pink in hue and festooned with white ribbons down its center, frilled in pillowy fabric past its cuffs. Her skirt did for her feet what her sleeves did for her hands, ending in a similarly hefty under-layer of cloth waves. The skirt was otherwise a deep red, and decorated gold with designs of flowers and bamboo. The Moon Princess looked... comfortable. She certainly shared this, too, in common with the Ghost Princess he knew.

“I should let you know,” Remilia spoke again, breaking him from his observation, “even if I haven’t got Gen or Sakuya, I myself am invincible under the full moon.” She seemed to be talking to Kaguya.

... Wait.

“Don’t say that, Mistress,” Sakuya beat him to speaking. “Rely on me. I’m here to be relied on.”

“I as well, Lady Remilia,” Gen urged.

“As you can see my humans are becoming reckless and uncontrollable already,” Remilia spoke in a light tone of exasperation. “It seems that I have to defeat you quickly, before they go completely insane.”

“That’s a shame, I wouldn’t mind talking more,” said Kaguya.

“What is there to talk about?” Remilia asked. “This is cut and dry: you’ve stepped on my toes, so I’m going to throw down a glove.”

“A duel... you mean?” asked Kaguya, hiding her mouth behind her sleeve.

“Of course! Have you been blind while you’ve stagnated in this embarrassing little pure land of yours?” Remilia bit at the moon princess. “A spell card duel! It is the latest fashion, and it is how I will be done with you... through power! Through cleverness! Through grace!

“Mokou may have mentioned those...” Kaguya muttered. Before Gen could interrogate her on that statement, Remilia spoke up again.

“What is this, anyway?” the vampire pressed, casting a gaze around the strange area they found themselves in. It was sincerely quiet aside from their speaking, and the space almost tricked the eye to see how it all extended. And, of course, that stillness... No “land” within Eientei seemed purer than this. Remilia therefore asked the moon princess, “If you want the moon so badly, why not just return there?”

For a moment, Kaguya looked askance. Behind her sleeve, it was clear to them that her smile had faded. She answered, a little softly, “I... can’t go back to the Moon. I’m not at any liberty to move around arbitrarily on the Earth, either. I have no allies here, and... I have no allies there.”

“You must have done something quite terrible,” Sakuya interjected coolly, “to be forbidden from the Moon, and to have no place on the Earth.”

“Is this about whatever Mokou-nee drank?” Gen asked. The other princess perked up, and he continued. “Yagokoro Eirin mentioned something about that... and shortly after, I heard the word ‘Hourai’. Is it the same ‘Hourai’ within your name?”

“Do we really have the time to keep talking?” Remilia asked him. Kaguya ignored her.

“‘Nee‘, is it?” she said. “That’s interesting... Well yes, these ‘Hourai’ are the same. We’re all ‘persons of Hourai’, for all our own reasons... You. What is your name?”

“Itou Gen,” said Gen.

“I’m Izayoi Sakuya,” offered Sakuya without being asked.

“‘Itou’...” Kaguya repeated, lowering her sleeve. Then, she smiled once again, and laughed. “What a funny night...!” she quietly exclaimed.

“A frustrating night! Are our pleasantries done!? Let’s get on with it, already!” Remilia growled.

“Hm... I’ve been avoiding the earthlings, and any powerless people...” Kaguya muttered again to herself. Or, Gen felt it had been a comment to herself; his Mistress and friend took it differently. His Mistress and friend took offense: the former visibly (crossing her arms and glaring once again), and the latter vocally.

“An invincible lady and two invincible humans...” Sakuya spoke to the princess of the moon, crossing her arms now, “would you like to test that claim that we’re powerless?”

The princess seemed to remember who was before her. Straightening her back, she reached into one of her sleeves, and drew out a short branch... a branch Gen had most certainly seen before: on the night he had met his immortal cousin. Jewels seemed to have been born off the branch’s ends... unspoiled, full-colored spheres that shined with a strange power that already he could feel.
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[竹取飛翔 ~ Lunatic Princess – 悠夜永翔 ~ Endless Flight of Eternal Night (UI-70)]

Houraisan Kaguya began to return to the air, lifting slowly, and measured. Water dripped carefully from the hem of her clothing. As the drops fell into the pool below, they seemed to ring out like music... The Apprentice, witnessing this, suddenly felt chills.

“I have always made five requests to humans who would have something of me, and so many humans have failed them in the past,” said the girl.

She once more situated herself before the full moon, now becoming illuminated and almost, it seemed, divine. There she asked:

“... Might you three be able to clear them?”
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死者対不死者 ~ Until Day Breaks
“HA! What?” laughed Remilia. She planted her feet apart, stomping down and making a splash. She let her wings out again, picking up a gust and a wave of water. “Whatever you’ve got in store for us, you must understand... there is nothing that myself and mine can’t have done! Impossible requests!? Say nothing of them! Throw whatever you want at us... it isn’t going to matter!”

She began to glow scarlet. Rather, her power was now emanating off her body like slow and curling flames. Gen felt a smile growing on his lips. Remilia met the immortal’s eyes, grinning broadly.

“Houraisan Kaguya...!” she bellowed. “I’ve had enough of how you talk! If you won’t return to the moon... then I will drag you down to Earth!!”

A strange and lavender crystal began to glow near the Undying Princess’s feet. Seeing it, Gen noticed four other artifacts orbiting the girl. Before he could comprehend them, the awe of an unknown age erupted out from the Princess’s back, and his Mistress took flight.

It was light that reminded him of refraction, and it fired out with the intensity of cannons. Keeping up with his Lady would ordinarily be impossible, but as his Vampire Mistress took stock of the lights their opponent was casting, he realized that she was keeping her movements slow. He was an anchor.

But, his Mistress looked thrilled still. She was not bothered by the weight he saddled her with.

No... if anything, as she’d said before they’d entered this inner place: she needed him.

He looked at the Moon, and thought of the time.

Kaguya showed no hesitation, and though she still had an air of pleasantness about her, her first spell was purely aggressive. Its pursuit put them over water, flying past as beams split it aside below and behind them. It almost seemed to stake the ground with light when it struck, and it shook everything around them. Did Mokou come head to head with this when the two fought?

It was in every sense majestic. It was in every sense awesome. His Mistress seemed impressed... almost, appreciative. She showed this in how she returned favor to Kaguya: with her own devilish power—bullets, blood, and hellish barrage.

While Kaguya dodged what Remilia bombarded her with, Sakuya spoke to him behind their Mistress’s back.

“She’s caught on—I’m certain of it,” the head maid whispered. Though she kept an eye steady on their Mistress, he gathered that his friend was referring to Kaguya.

“Is that something you can feel?” he asked.

“No,” she replied, shaking her head a touch, “it’s something I’ve figured out. Would she be looking at the moon for this long if she’d been forsaken from it? She has to have realized, or perhaps heard from a rabbit, that the night isn’t ending.”

“... And? Can she do anything about it?”

The three of them split apart as a laser marked a path of power between them. Gen looked over to see a veritable dome of spotlights surrounding the princess of the moon. Her hand was raised, and presently she seemed amused. Her stadium of lights was followed by an avalanche of crimson stars. Over her shoulder, a queer and ugly bowl was billowing what seemed to be smoke.

They all reconvened soon enough, with Remilia looking behind herself to be sure where her humans were... and of what they were saying. Sakuya chose to whisper.

“I can’t know if she can, but that’s what I feel,” she told him. He squinted, and leaned a bit forward—trying to ask her to explain what she meant. “She feels a little familiar,” Sakuya said, “I believe she may be able to undo this.”

Another volley of lasers came, casting them all apart once more, and as it did Gen’s heart pounded. Not for narrow avoidance, not for the might of Kaguya’s spell, but for utterly unsettling fear.

Gen landed in the water on his own, flying backward as a beam of light sought him out. Water flew up all around him, the battlefield reflected in every drop that he could see. The moon, too, was there. Time... they already did not have any time. If they were “outside”, and if time ran out... it was obvious. It was very obvious what would happen.

Gen continued to fly in reverse, minding the magic chasing him. Kaguya had them all in a dance, and was lackadaisically directing her second spell at each and every last one of them. He gathered: it wasn’t that she didn’t see them as a threat, rather it was clear through her posture and poise that she respected the lot of them who had made it unscathed to her. She, at the moment, was having fun. So was his Mistress, in fact. His Mistress actually seemed very absorbed and now, as he remembered the time he had seen her wing taken by fire on the balcony—

He took to the air again as a hail of stars came upon him and then collided into Sakuya, bringing his back against hers. It was no crash—she had meant for them to meet there. Below the two, their Mistress landed with flair. She brought her hands before her chest, and began to summon a grand cross of red light. He struggled to process all that was around him, however.

His colleague gripped at his sleeve, and tugged him to attention.

“Lady Patchouli prepared you,” she said. “Don’t let any harm come to the Mistress...! You and I are here, and we are here out of devotion!” He looked into Sakuya’s face, feeling that his own was pale. Hers was sincere, direct, and invigorating. “I trust you, Gen!” she said, and before he could blink he found himself, and Sakuya, behind their Mistress’s back again.

For the red Remilia summoned, Kaguya summoned more red in return. Fire blazed around her, and a small bit of cloth began to shudder beside her. It looked like a forest fire in the air—the Princess seemed to know no limitations, and while she aimed a stream of flame toward them – and his Mistress aimed her own scarlet might right back – he remembered again the night he had first seen this girl. They had never explained the rules to her properly... and Kaguya was not at all beholden to the whims of the Shrine Maiden.

This torrent of fire burned with true flame. The magic she used was undoubtedly designed to bring about death.

The water below them burst and steamed as bullets and columns of flame pounded into it and erupted from it. He found his hand on Remilia’s left shoulder and Sakuya’s hand against Remilia’s back as the three of them, as a unit, navigated the moon princess’s third “request”. Remilia fired back unceasingly, and he could see that she was deliberately keeping to Reimu’s rules. That pride of hers greatly ebbed his fears.

Her wings spread again. He and his companion let go of her briefly. Any and all fires died for a moment around them with the might of her devil limbs... A card was betwixt her fingers, and a spear was soon summoned to her hand. She held it aloft, and threw it at once.

And for once, thrill flashed across Kaguya’s face as well.

The spear – avoided – collided into the ground below and cast up another wave. Kaguya’s fire had followed her where she had moved out the way. Her stream, briefly interrupted, now returned redoubled. He grabbed hold of Remilia’s shoulder again, and Sakuya again put her hand to their Mistress as well. And so, the parties traded blows.

Now he found his heart pounding from exhilaration. Remilia was moving with something a bit closer to her natural speed, and Kaguya seemed sincerely engaged. The air was always trembling, and both Princesses found themselves struck in the ensuing chaos on multiple occasions. Neither were deterred. They fought like monsters—and of course, at least one he could say was. Still, even what he’d seen when the sky had been shattered could not compare to what he was witnessing—feeling now.

There was soon a tunnel of flame surrounding them. They barreled through it and passed the Princess by, and after they did so Remilia threw at her another spear. It took away the fire and took a great deal of cloth from Kaguya’s sleeve. The fire returned soon, however, and a tunnel again arrived around them. As always when his sense of risk was at its zenith, Gen now could feel the pounding of his heart hammering into his throat. He had never moved like this before. He had never really experienced the power of a youkai so directly, so vicariously. He afforded himself a small glance at Sakuya. Sakuya... afforded a glance at the moon. Knowing that he would soon need to use that moon, he put his hand to one of his tomes, and focused on the battle raging around him.

The night was “over” a long time ago.

Outside the House of Eternity, past the forest and near the Lake—in the shadowed and now smoke-filled halls Scarlet Devil Mansion’s Library, Patchouli Knowledge remembered that.

The night had ended, and what was happening now was a struggle to hold on to the dark.

Around her on the ground—around her in the air, the maids and her red-haired summon were hurriedly following the directions she had given them. There was not much that she could do—Remilia hadn’t returned, and her own grasp of temporal magic wasn’t... ideal. It was never ideal for those without some kind of innate ability to control it. Time was always a force that refused to be brought to heel.

But tonight, it needed to be.

Sakuya can do some to hold the day off in my absence, but it won’t be enough, thought the Magician as she peered out over the ritual she had prepared to stop the night. Fairies were pulling materials from other parts of the library into a void circle at its center—the magic holding the dawn back. That shrinking hole, surrounded by dimming crystals and fading fires, was all that was left for her contribution. That frustrated her... however, as she counted the minutes and hours, she thought on who she had sent with her dearest friend.

Sakuya alone would not be enough, but with her student... there was some safety.

Patchouli stepped to the middle of the magic she had made, and thought only this as she stared into the starlight shining out from the void circle now below her:

Please, Gen. Please, Sakuya.

The Sun was unceasing. The Moon was fleeting.

Above the pool of Eientei’s inner sanctum, it was a rush of bullets and heat; and both warring parties found themselves moving with flame at their heels and called from their hands. And, each of their spells finally cut out. The Princesses had kept up their most red spells for what may have been an hour, and may have been more. What remained, at any rate, was certainly little. Falling down into the water below them again, the one Dead and the other Dying both found themselves kneeling in tattered, torn, and skin-baring clothing. Kneeling, yes... but only Houraisan Kaguya was panting.

The pool rippled and shimmered around them. It had been quite thoroughly damaged already. Now, Houraisan Kaguya spoke up as the echoes of their powers faded out.

“Heheh,” she chuckled first. Her hand was over her chest. “We of the moon turned some on the Earth into monsters, to regulate the Earthlings’ impurity. But, that’s all over now.”

“What are you talking about?” Remilia fired back. Her voice was still clear.

“The Earthlings have sealed the monsters by themselves,” Kaguya said. “Now, all that’s left of them are creatures who don’t know how to do anything but attack humans as part of some old contract.”

Gen felt shaken. He could tell that his fellow human felt the same.

But as always, their Mistress remained firm.

“Our current daily life of drinking tea is much more enjoyable,” she replied. “I don’t see what’s wrong with that.”

For a moment, Kaguya was silent.

“Gradually, the Earthlings lost their fear of the moon and its night,” she continued. And, she looked into their eyes. “They became more and more arrogant,” she said. “The night no longer requires the light of the moon. The shorelines have no relation to the tides’ ebb and flow. And they even say they’ll invade the moon itself in the end, don’t they?”

“Hmph. I’ve got no idea what those worthless humans are doing,” Remilia dismissed her. “But you’re from the moon, right? You seem bothered by it, but also too afraid to return against the moon’s will and stop those humans yourself.”

Kaguya fell silent again, and reflected.

“I know when a person faces fear,” said Remilia. “I’m insulted that what you’re fearing right now does not seem to be me, but...” Remilia smiled toothily, and began to stand again. “I’m getting there, aren’t I...?”

The Princess of the Moon grit her teeth.

“Stand up,” said Remilia. “You still have two more requests I need to fulfill.”

So, Kaguya stood. A shell floating at her feet made an unnerving sound.

Above them, it looked like a dream catcher had formed—one to catch the dreams of giants. It seemed like daylight was cast from the formation, and it angled down to try and take the vampire and her companions. Remilia once more beat her wings, and the beams gave chase.

Looking up through the new lattice that shone over his face, Gen began to speak to the moon.

Be careful of the moon’s light, his Master had said before they’d left. But not too careful... she’d insisted.

She’d told him that, a magician was a person who commanded the world, and on one’s dark path light should ne’er dissuade him.

With the moon’s true light filling his pupils, he felt he understood all that had been said about the Lunatic night.

However, he could not be afraid.

He continued to call to the moon, and time began to bend around Sakuya’s body.

“It’s you who’s stopping the night, isn’t?” Kaguya asked while her light dogged them. She was standing straight, and unflinching, as Remilia’s return magic beat into the ground surrounding her, cratering and disrupting the waters. “A shoddy, half-spell if I have to admit. With my spell to manipulate eternity, I’ll tear it all away.”

Try it...! thought Gen, and a clone of the moon came to his hand as a bubble of time formed around himself, Sakuya, and the Mistress Remilia.

A bullet struck near Kaguya’s feet and forced her to take flight. The brilliant light of her fourth spell made the night glow as day—reminding him of the Master Spark his Master had made to save him. A perfect reminder. He swore that he would do everything he possibly could to shield his Mistress, and began to feed his spirit to the miniature moon.

While they rolled over and under those full and vibrant rays of power, he noticed that perhaps his Mistress had been putting on a show on the ground. She was a bit slower. She was almost steaming. Rather, a bit of smoke was lifting from her skin. The moon above was beginning to break, and she had also been awake too long.

The haggard immortal and haggard undead continued to slug at one another with everything that they had, impressing both humans with their preternatural endurance. They were spilling each other’s blood now. They were truly obliterating the artificial earth below, now. Although the cascade of Kaguya’s magic was certainly trying, Remilia gave not an inch with the might of her own. With sweat dripping off their noses, they settled in the sky with the fractured moon betwixt. Sunlight was undoubtedly bleeding through, and warded off by the shield of Remilia’s maid and the night of Remilia’s ward. Remilia herself only saw the end in Kaguya’s eyes.

The night...

The day...

... had grown terribly hot.

A haze had filled up the air between them. While the end was visible, too, in Kaguya’s eyes, something else was there too. When she looked at Remilia Scarlet, she could swear that she saw fire. Her heart was beating. Remilia’s was not. Calmly, the vampire spoke to her.

“You won’t come down without a fight,” said Remilia, her voice now plainly heavy, plainly slow. “I had a little hope that you wouldn’t bring me to daybreak.”

“Are you... afraid, too?” Kaguya asked her, and Remilia shook her head.

“I only feel disappointment,” said Remilia, “in this fellow princess’s stubbornness.”

Kaguya winced. And, after a moment’s hesitation she lifted the branch she had always been holding above her head.

“Do not... look down on me...!” the Princess shouted.

And, Remilia frowned.

“You idiot,” she said, “it’s plain for anyone to see that I’m looking straight at you.”

“Branch of Hourai...!” yelled Kaguya, and her final artifact gave light. Like a river, magic flowed out of that branch, and quickly filled the air. The moon then split.

And Gen stared transfixed.

This aura was...

Was it “purity”...?

Heaven’s light surrounded them as day began to break. Gen huddled nearer to his Mistress’s back, and saw Sakuya’s fist gripping against it. Their Mistress never faltered, even as the smoldering of her flesh spread all the more.

Had he ever seen such a rainbow...? The Princess Kaguya painted the sky with a broken prism... A hundred and a thousand spheres and more rebounded the floor and firmament. When it all came—When they all turned swift and practiced through the chaos of Royalty’s strength, Gen came to realize that he and Sakuya had kept themselves undamaged until now and praised himse—


As he thought that, he took stock of his Mistress’s body once again.

... Had she not only served as their sword, but their shield?

... The heat in Sakuya’s face gave him the answer.

They followed her wherever she went, and defended her in return as she continued to fight, a new and overpowering spear in her hands.

And the moon was fully sundered, and Day broke through with glory.

Their Mistress halted, took their attention, and she screamed out—



With her teeth together—

But her teeth not grit—

She grinned and commanded them with only two words: “GO ON...!”

Gen at once threw his coat around her—

Sakuya at once held her own heart—

A black and undying night was born between all three, and like that they faced the encroaching dawn.

Kaguya’s face broke its pain and worry at the sight. She looked upon the trio with her brow constricted, her mouth open—breathless. What she now saw was what she had never seen before.

And, Remilia only continued to grin as the long-awaited day threatened to bathe her, every ray of light unsuccessful in its attempt through the night.

The princess of the moon grew once more determined, and lifted her branch up again.

The Devil would not be brought down; no matter what she sent her and her followers’ way, they dodged it all within unison—with all care—and with total precision. Remilia would keep her promise. Her spear was taking her magic—building in size and destructive power. And the Princess knew: that would be the tool to drag her down to Earth.

She resisted...

She fought while her lights and the Sun’s mixed and grew so bright as to be blinding. The Dead Princess continued. Her companions remained steadfast.

And what was more, suddenly a knife was in Kaguya’s left shoulder; a bullet of sunlight had struck her right.

Peering through the glare, she saw the maid and manservants’ free hands outstretched, and a barrage unique to each readying behind them—extending out above. They had once more all three settled down to the waters below, and their aim was very clear.

Remilia pointed her spear at the sky; at the Sun; at the Princess of the Moon.

Was that the Spear of Odin which never missed its mark...? She’d missed with others in their fight but this... This felt much like “fate” to the immortal.

It was unsettling. It was... awful, to her. There had been thousands of years that no such thing as fate had played any part in her life. Her time had stopped, and so the ends of time ordained by fate were altogether foreign for her.

To meet it, here—

To not want it at all, but face it all the same—

Tears in her eyes, she wanted to scream, but found she couldn’t shout out anything.

The vampire pushed her left foot back, and spread her wings to further fix herself. She held her red spear steady, and a ray of crimson light sparked off of it.

The volleys of the other two came on either side of their target, and Kaguya felt at once walled by bullet and blade.

Without a word, Remilia gripped her weapon firm, winds rushed by wild and free... and from the rod a great blast to reach the sky was sent out, collided with the girl forsaken by the moon, and flew beyond to meet the Morning Star.

It was as if that very star had collapsed. Their world was bathed in red, and all auras and bullets and blades were burned entirely away. And, in the sky that was left, a scarlet spot could be seen clear upon the Sun.


Sakuya was silent.


Gen was silent.

The red all faded, and Princess Kaguya began to fall, plummeting finally down. She landed in a heap of cloth, crags, and water.

Gen looked down at his Mistress. She had easily donned his coat; and though it was much too large for her... he’d thought her very cool to be seen in it in those last moments as it had danced mad around her. Her spear was gone, and now she was retreating more into his robes. The Sun was shining, after all. He offered the vampire his arms, and she accepted: allowing him to pick her up, in his robes, and have him carry her for now while nested in the oversized article. Helpfully, Sakuya put it closed for them, and he left the sleeves unfilled to keep his Mistress secure. His reproduced moon, and Sakuya’s bubble of time, were for now still manifested—but it was, of course, only for now, and he at least knew little magic was left within him. Now his Mistress turned and looked to the radiant morning from under his chin, peeking out from his collar and from beneath the brim of her cap.

She laughed.


Quite loudly.

“That’s two,” she said, as she got comfortable against him.

“For day and night, I have left my mark in the sky.”

--End of Chapter 24: Imperishable Night II--


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I've been reading since 2020 and I'm happy to see the end of IN. Wonder how you are going to handle POFV.
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Bravo to the writer! A beautiful finish to the end of IN. I wonder what the direct aftermath of this will be like.

Don't forget we have to watch Remilia bumble around and build a rocket for the 'totally not baited by Yukari' moon trip!
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Thanks for commenting, and I'm not sure! I know that I want to use Eiki in this story if only because I love Eiki a lot but we'll see how. I do know that post-IN is where I intended for the story to start getting "stranger". That is, less times where "something which canonically happened" happens to interfere with Gen's life. The story of the moon nudges up on Suika's own experiences with it, and that's meant to open up her life more to Gen. She does love Gen, but she's a super hag and thus there's sincerely just so much of her life he doesn't know about yet. This unlocks a great deal.

Thanks as well! Indeed not only is SSiB a thing that really has to happen (although I'll say, Gen's involvement would likely be about the same as Patchouli's at the time--that is to say, "helps make the thing, but does not go on the trip") but there was IIRC at least one other attempt Remilia made before all of that. It's like a whole obsession with the moon for her that starts here with IN--just beat her story in the game to see her and Patchouli getting all hyped about it (and Sakuya being exasperated).
Direct aftermath should be fun. I like, for instance, where Remilia literally is right now. It amuses me.

Once more apologies for how long this all took. I've had a loooooooooooot to do. Not only other writing obligations but newbies at work sucking my free time away without any regard for my sanity. I actually wrote most of this update over two sleepless nights because I was so annoyed that I hadn't been able to write my own stuff for so long. More will come here, and over in /at/ for that one Youmu story I started if anyone's still wondering about that. GOD THERE'S TOO MUCH TO DO
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Glad to see that you have plans for Eiki. Loved the Eiki story when she trained another Yama, so I'm hoping you can do her justice.
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The world had turned over.

Somehow, suddenly, everywhere felt like the “Earth”.

One child of the earth, Ibuki no Suika, thought on this while laying on a hallway floor. She had abandoned her left leg during her previous fight—detaching it to avoid its complete dissolution against what, at the time, looked to her like a supermassive bullet. Now, she was waiting for it to slowly return as smoke. And to speak of the supermassive: the ordinarily massive and radiant Sun was shining down on her now. She couldn’t see it; at the end of the hall, and she supposed “behind” her, the hall was broken off and showed the sky. The false moon that had originally been fixed above them all was now replaced by the day.

Could she say that she’d won that fight?

Along with the familiar impurity of her home filling her body again, her “oni” sense of pride was broiling inside of her. Had she won? What, exactly, did it mean to win?

The battle was over, because another battle was won.

Suika propped her dirtied and wounded body up on her elbows, and turned her head to look back. A calm wind blew over her.

One immortal. Two immortals. Two immortals; two with white hair.

Fujiwara no Mokou had lost more of her shirt. She was staring out to the daylight, standing straight, holding her hands in her pockets.

Yagokoro Eirin had long ago lost her patience. She, too, stared out to the day. She was half-propped up on her longbow, and just like Mokou her expression was obscured by her back.

Suika’s leg finished reforming, and she got to her feet.

[] Go speak to Eirin.

[] Go speak to Mokou.
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[X] Go speak to Eirin.
Let's hear from her.
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[x] Go speak to Eirin.
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[X] Go speak to Mokou.
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[x] Go speak to Mokou.

Always check in on allies.
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[x] Go speak to Eirin.

We must GLOAT!
that, or just have a normal conversation, I guess
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[X] Speak thy tongue to Miss Mokou
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[] Seduce Kaguya.
[X] Go speak to Eirin.
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[X] Go speak to Mokou.

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[X] Go speak to Eirin.

Slightly more interested to hear what the isolated lunarians have to say for themselves.
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[X] Go speak to Eirin.

“Feeling frustrated? Feeling sad?” Suika asked as she began to approach the nearer, older, and slouching immortal. The oni slightly opened her mouth to a smile; the immortal said nothing. “You fled here, didn’t ya? The rest should be coming after you, then... I still dunno what you did, but... you’re too obvious with how desperate you get the Moon to stop watching you.”

“... You’d mock me? Now?” Saying this, Eirin turned her head to lay her hollowed eyes on the little, less ancient girl. She smiled, too. “Well, don’t I deserve it?”

“Do you?” Suika asked.

“I do,” said Eirin, in a tone that insisted truth. It was easy for an oni to catch, and so the oni’s smile turned over.

“So... what DID you do that got you stuck down here? You Moon punks usually think everything down on Earth is scum, right? You still do, right...”

Eirin looked toward the Sun.

“Turned traitor,” she said after a little time, “left another forsaken.” She paused, and thought before saying, “Regular, unforgivable things.”

“... Anyone can forgive. Well, everyone here...” Suika spoke, almost under her breath.

Eirin met her eyes again. “Oh, now you’re trying to comfort me? You, a youkai?” she asked. She paused again, and quietly judged: “I don’t like it.”

Suika kicked the bow the Lunar Sage was leaning on out from under her.

Once Eirin fell, the youkai brought her foot down on the Sage’s back and set about the motions to ensure the making of a point.

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She jammed her fingertips through the wood below them—below, precisely, Eirin’s face—and tore it away, thereupon gathering earth beneath it. Once she’d done this, the oni tossed the broken boards aside, and with her other hand forced Eirin’s head down, into the dirt. Gripping her skull, Suika roughly thumbed the Sage’s hair out the way of her ear and leaned down to speak directly into it. From a distance, the other immortal began to watch.

“Feel that?” Suika asked. “That's where you are now.”

Eirin’s right eye was halfway open. She used it to stare into the foundation of Eientei.

“I think it’d do even an old bat like you some good to learn something about respect,” spat Suika. “Listen up, closely. This is where you are now: under the Sun, underfoot. The Moon isn’t here. Your old home isn’t here. So... what? You gonna keep pretending this is back there...? You gonna head back up with your head hanging down? Last I heard, you and your lot weren’t the types to not keep your heads high. So... Are you listening?”

“I...” Eirin exhaled, “am listening.”

“What are you gonna do?” Suika asked.

“What I... What?”

“Let me give the Brain of the Moon some options if it can’t think for itself...” growled Suika. “Are you going to move on, and deal with it—live with it—accept your new life and fight to keep it? Or... are you going to stall in your self-made Hell?”

Eirin did not answer, and her eye slowly narrowed.

“You can’t accept the new world?” fired Suika. “Don’t you get it? It’s always going to be here.”

Silence hung between the two of them. Eventually, Eirin attempted some struggle, and Suika firmly kept her down. Eirin then said, “I believe you told me before we fought... that ‘respect’ wasn’t something you really wanted from me, Ibuki-douji.” Her words were strained.

“The thing you ought to respect right now...” Suika answered, “isn’t ‘who’ or ‘what’, it’s ‘where’ and ‘when’.”

She let go of the Sage’s hair, and took her foot from the woman’s back.

“From what I know about you jerks from the Moon,” the oni said, “‘when’ is the thing you’ve got to care about more.”

Eirin began to stand, soil crumbling from her cheek. She looked at the oni. The oni had turned her back to the Sage, and was now posed defiantly in the sun. Eirin reached up to her stained face and gently padded a bit dirt from her skin—taking a little in-between her fingers.

She stared into the earth.

“I’d like to ask... Suika,” Eirin began, slowly turning her eyes onto the oni again, “were you listening...? To yourself, just then.”

Suika turned partway, and met the Sage’s eyes from over her shoulder. In the morning glow, the oni’s eyes seemed to shine crimson.

“I know of a story humanity might’ve forgotten, told and left behind in a rush,” said Eirin. “A history erased, like what has been erased of our Princess and a certain bamboo cutter; telling of Mountain Kings who fled from their thrones.”

Suika let her arms down, and faced the Lunarian completely.

“They fled to a home where they might not be seen, and would make sure that forgetting was inevitable...” Eirin continued, looking to the dirt between her fingers once again. “... I’ve sometimes thought that story rather familiar.”

“If you need a story of failure to succeed yourself,” Suika replied in a steady voice. “then you can take mine.”

“... What for?” Eirin asked, locking eyes with the youkai. She spoke to the younger girl straight and sincere.

“Because...” Suika started, her upper lip rising in a snarl, “you were really pissing me off.”

Eirin blinked, and after a moment erupted in a peal of laughter. “... This hallway is full of angry old women, then,” she answered, in a moment between her laughing. “...But in your story...” she eventually went on, “it seems you took neither choice that you presented, and came back to the home you left. I’m afraid that’s out of the question for us.”

“What’s wrong with your ears? You only half-listened because I was pressing one of ‘em to the ground?” snapped the oni. “I faced this place again, and I did it without backing down. I lost a thousand years from Earth, and I’ll admit this ‘time’ a thousand after isn’t what I’m used to at all... but I am an oni, and the last thing an oni oughta be is a coward. I guess, sure, I can’t say the same for Lunarians...”

“Hmph.” Eirin smirked.

“You left because of humans,” Mokou suddenly interrupted the two. They both looked back at her. “But... didn’t you come back here for the same?” she asked the oni. “That’s what Keine told me.”

And Suika grimaced all the more, her eyes shifting in thought.

“...You guys wanna just... talk about it all? Good grief...” Saying this, Suika grumbled, and put one hand to her hip—the other behind her head as she shut her eyes in consternation.

“You brought pasts up yourself, oni,” said Mokou gently. Suika opened her eyes to that.

“I did?” she asked. The two immortals looked at her, and knowing onis would not lie knew she had, genuinely, already forgotten. “Well... if that’s what you girls want. Why not? Come here, Fujiwara. Sit again, Yagokoro.”

Suika sat cross-legged beside Eirin, who came to kneel beside her as Mokou approached. The oni found and expanded three sake cups from her pockets, handed one to each immortal, and held the last in her hand. She lifted her violet gourd first over Eirin’s cup.

“Let’s drink,” she said, and after pouring she moved her hand to the other immortal’s vessel, “let’s drink,” she repeated. When done she made to fill her own cup, and as she did so she said, “Let’s wait for my boyfriend to get back here, and in the meantime not talk around things anymore.”

She put her gourd aside, and raised her sakazuki.

“Immortals, let us now speak of what hasn’t been written.”

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“Fascinating. Tell me more.”

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Gen noted that when his Mistress said this, she merely sounded half-convincing of her interest. Glancing at his coworker, he saw that Sakuya seemed to feel the same.

“Oh? Would you really like to know?” asked Kaguya, sitting and soaking in the shallow waters below him. “You don’t seem to be very interested, Miss Vampire.” Despite how worn down and quite literally beaten she had been, the Undying Princess of the Moon still managed a rather gorgeous smile in her tattered clothes and with her disheveled hair.

The Undead Princess of Scarlet got more comfortable in her ward’s robes. Her ward held her more snugly, and resisted the temptation to rest his chin on her floral-scented hat. “I am tired,” said the vampire, “it is past my bedtime, after all.” Gen knew that wasn’t quite the truth for his Mistress. “I may yawn, I may close my eyes, but no, Houraisan Kaguya, I shall not sleep. I’ve never seen or heard told this tale of yours, and now that I’ve trounced you I’d like my reward to be that forgotten history.” In Gen’s coat, he could feel his Mistress lightly batting her wings. Was that to wake herself up? “Continue!” she commanded.

“There isn’t very much else to say, as a matter of fact,” Kaguya relented, turning her eyes to nowhere. “Like your wizard boy said, an old couple found me in bamboo, and rumors of my beauty spread. I had suitors. I refused them, very politely.”

“My wizard boy did not explain that first part. Are you made out of bamboo?”

“Bamboo is quite beautiful, but the comparison falls short doesn’t it?” asked Kaguya, unabashedly. Gen frowned.

“I heard you were sent down to earth for a crime, actually,” said Gen. “Or was it as a refugee from some war?” He twisted his eyebrows.

“I heard she came down to farm bamboo, and to become an ideal farmer she chose to become bamboo herself.”

So was Sakuya’s theory. Her companions looked at her.

“You never heard that,” said Remilia. At this, Sakuya pleasantly smiled.

“Right,” she said, “I made it up.”

“I have taken up a little gardening,” Kaguya admitted, somewhat moving past the maid’s detour. She touched her lower lip with her sleeve, and tilted her head in thought. “But no, I was sent down as a punishment for a crime, like Gen’s first theory.”

Hearing her say his name, Gen blushed.

He also swore at himself in his thoughts.

“The magic I used to enter bamboo is one way to the Earth from the Moon. I can’t be changed... physically—not truly changed, at least. It was something like... I think Gen would call it a package? Maybe you would too, Remilia. I was conveyed to earth in a small, small, and very small size. I know I must have looked unusual, but the couple who found me still treated me very kindly, even when I grew quite fast back to this ordinary shape.”

“Alright,” said Gen, “so what was your crime?”

Kaguya innocently met his eyes.

“I drank the most forbidden elixir,” she said, “and I became a Person of Hourai. I became an immortal.”


“Miss Mokou can probably understand it: why, precisely, that concoction is so forbidden. I made it because I could make it. The Princess asked if I could make it, and I gave it to the Princess even though she’d asked to drink it.”

Eirin looked at the Sun reflected in the sake of her cup. “For that,” she said, “she was executed.”

“‘Executed’?” Suika repeated in disbelief, even reeling back somewhat upon taking this statement at face value. “Can’t Hourai Immortals not die? I mean, like, when you talk about normal immortals... they’ve usually got a way—the Kishin.”

“Correct,” answered Eirin. “We cannot die—I’d never make a medicine that did not work as intended. Once you’ve drank enough of the Hourai Elixir, your soul is tied to your form, and that form is forever permanent, so ultimately...” Eirin paused, then, in consideration, “she was exiled to the Earth instead.”

The sage now put her free hand to her forehead, and her posture deteriorated until her free wrist—and her cup—were rested poorly on her lap. “I regret...” she spoke with a fractured voice. “I regret it... still, today. I saw no punishment... though it was I who made her crime possible.”

“I can’t say I get humans and youkai who want real immortality—want the elixir,” Suika said as she sipped from her cup. “But I get the Lunarians even less, with how they react to it. Yeah... it’s an affront. Those souls of yours are stuck, but that was your choice to make while alive. It was a freedom you were free to choose.” Suika thought the idea over, and soon after concluded: “I shouldn’t expect Lunarians to care about being free.”

“I can’t say that I understand the desire myself,” Eirin admitted, to the surprise of the other two with her. “Truly choosing ‘life’, and in doing so showing your fear of ‘death’... for us people of the Moon, we know that submerges us in impurity. That was why I drank the elixir myself. I wanted to clear that sin from myself, in one part by having Kaguya no longer be alone. If anything was my choice, it was that: taking her away from whatever it was my fellow Lunarians had planned for her. She deserved none of it. With her, I hid away.”

Suika tilted her head. In a moment, she asked, “Wait, but how exactly did you get away with her in the first place with the Moon knowing damn well where you all were?”


“Eirin killed the other emissaries of the moon she had arrived with to take me away,” Kaguya explained. “We eventually found this forest. She and I eventually crafted Eientei to... make an eternal time and place, and it all—the forest and mansion both—eventually became a part of Gensokyo. Eventually, a rabbit found us and... I suppose you could say she offered us help to better hide. There were a few other things... Reisen came down and we took her in, a ragamuffin who had also drank the Elixir found me and often tried to kill me—though I’ve always, properly, killed her in return, also...”

Mokou-nee... thought Gen, growing dour. He blinked. “Who’s Reisen?” he asked.

“You met her in the entrance hall,” Kaguya replied.

Maybe the purple-haired rabbit...? She seemed enough like a stage boss...

“You’ve been killing somebody?” Sakuya asked, lifting her hand thoughtfully to her mouth. Squinting, she judged: “A bloody princess, then. Hardly pure.”

“Well, I’ve been impure ever since I drank the elixir,” answered Kaguya lightly.

“I followed when you spoke of it earlier, Mistress, but...” Gen spoke into Remilia’s hat. Remilia lifted her chin. “I don’t really understand ‘purity’ and ‘impurity’,” the boy admitted, a little sadly. “I’ve been feeling fairly lost ever since that special elixir was brought up in the first place. Purity, impurity, pure land... What is all of that?”

“Can’t you ask Patche?” asked Remilia.

“I can’t now,” he answered.

Sakuya pointed at him, and informed him: “She means that she is about the same as poop.”

To which Kaguya followed, “Yes. About the same as poop.”

Feeling a little thrown, Gen merely gave a somewhat fluttering “I see...”

“It’s filth, ‘foulness’... the ‘bad’ of the Earth. Death, Earth, and life itself,” the Moon Princess clarified. “We of the Moon rose quite literally above it. It makes us superior.”

That arrogance is unbearable... thought Gen. I miss Miss Suika...

“But you know, Earth...” Kaguya started again, but seemed to abandon the thought. After a few seconds, she told them, “I did think the Earth had its own attractive qualities. The suitors were certainly an aggravation, but the couple who found me... their motivations may have been clouded—I’m still not sure, but I did grow fond of them...”

She paused again, the other three waiting for her to continue.

“I do have to admit it, before Eirin found me...” she eventually said, “... I really started to love the Earth.”


“... I really started to hate her.”

“Gahaha!” Suika laughed at what Fujiwara no Mokou had grumbled into her drink. The oni slapped her knee, and couldn’t stop feeling amused.

“I’m being serious...! I’ve hardly ever told anyone about this!” Mokou snapped.

“I guess I can understand it—I’ve met plenty of oni who’ve held grudges over far less!” Suika bit her teeth together, trying to stifle her laughter. It was a silly and human story—of unfaithful lovers, and beauty’s temptation. “That ‘Kaguya’ caught your father’s eye,” Suika repeated, “and you went to defend his honor?”

“Her father already had a wife of his own, of course...” Eirin muttered.

“Who she turned his eyes away from!” Mokou roared, slamming her cup down on her thigh. “And that stupid, insane, impossible request...! What was with that!? She humiliated him!”

“Now now, now now,” said Suika, refilling the now-spilled cup, and topping Eirin’s cup as well. “A grudge is a grudge~. It isn’t easy to let go. It isn’t easy turn your back on family.”

“As I’ve heard it, Lord Fujiiwara viewed you, his child, a bit... carelessly, didn’t he? Or was he too careful?” Eirin prompted. Mokou kept her glare fixed on the sage.

“I was a Lady of a Noble house. I just spent most of the time inside...”

This is pretty sensitive, ehh... thought Suika with her eyes closed and her own cup to her softly smiling lips. She soon looked at the younger immortal, and then the older, quietly. Hmm...

“You stayed because you wanted to?” asked Eirin. “Or were you told to? That aside you don’t have the grace of nobility. Perhaps you lost it, but Kaguya says you received your immortality through rather uncouth means, and that was very long ago, no?”

“My house was divided,” Mokou replied. “I just wanted to do anything I could to get back at her for that, and now, for the curse of being undying from that jar she left behind. I still... I still do. I’d do anything.”


“That’s why she killed a man,” said Kaguya, “to steal the elixir I’d left behind before my hiding.”

Gen’s blood ran cold.

“Her father came after me on his own, abandoned his wife—his entire family all on his own, and when he couldn’t bear the rejection self-destructed.”

Kaguya thought for a moment. Then, with a smile she said:

“Isn’t she stupid?”

Remilia gave a quiet hum of consideration.

“So she began to kill you after you met again, because of her own grudge?” asked the cozy vampire.

“That’s right,” said Kaguya with a nod.

“Gen, isn’t this girl related to you?” his Mistress asked, lifting her head again. “Would you kill for me like she kills for her parent?”

“Since when were you my mother, Lady Remilia?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Sakuya interjected, “Right, Mistress; his mother is Lady Patchouli.”

Gen pretended to not notice his own blushing.

“Sorry to say, I’ve already sworn tonight that I wouldn’t kill for you, Mistress,” Gen replied, exasperated.

“It’s morning!” answered Remilia with vigor. “Your answer now...!?”

“Is the same,” he said.

Gen furrowed his brow.

Mokou-nee killed over this...? Was it for immortality? Was it just her grudge?

...I feel like I’d ought to pay attention to everything here.

“Let’s not talk about Mokou,” said Kaguya in a polite tone. “Let’s talk about the Inaba of the moon! Isn’t Reisen so cute!?”


“After losing my mind for so long... finding Kaguya again ‘focused’ me,” said Mokou. “I have to admit, I really needed her.”

Suika blinked as she stared at the wrath-filled immortal and drank more alcohol.

“That about brings us to date,” said Eirin bluntly. She met Suika’s eyes. “Is the oni the only one among us who isn’t going to share?”

Suika smiled behind her cup. “Of course I’ll share!” she boldly declared. “I may be the youngest here, but my story’s longer than both of yours combined...! You’d better be ready for it!”

Gen would hear that story as well...

[] In fact, having just escaped tales of rabbits with his Mistress and friend and found the hall from where prior he’d been ejected, he would hear all of it.

[] Although, Princess Kaguya’s ramblings kept him so long that he would merely hear half of it.

[] Though sadly, having been too polite to reject frivolous tales from the lonely Moon Princess, he would only hear the end of it.


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sorry that took so long
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[x] In fact, having just escaped tales of rabbits with his Mistress and friend and found the hall from where prior he’d been ejected, he would hear all of it.
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[X] In fact, having just escaped tales of rabbits with his Mistress and friend and found the hall from where prior he’d been ejected, he would hear all of it.
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[x] Though sadly, having been too polite to reject frivolous tales from the lonely Moon Princess, he would only hear the end of it.

let's get less suika points and fail her route on purpose
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[X] In fact, having just escaped tales of rabbits with his Mistress and friend and found the hall from where prior he’d been ejected, he would hear all of it.
Reject Reisen
Embrace Oni
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JUICY. DETAILS. I want them, you have them.
Anyway, I really like Suika POV moments. It's interesting to see her in these events she's not supposed to be a part of.
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[x] Though sadly, having been too polite to reject frivolous tales from the lonely Moon Princess, he would only hear the end of it.

Maybe we should wait for Suika to tell him herself instead of just walking in and eavesdropping like I'm assuming this will be.

Also, Kaguya gushing over Reisen is very cute
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[x] In fact, having just escaped tales of rabbits with his Mistress and friend and found the hall from where prior he’d been ejected, he would hear all of it.
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[X] In fact, having just escaped tales of rabbits with his Mistress and friend and found the hall from where prior he’d been ejected, he would hear all of it.

“Actually huh... where should I start? Where’d be... I ain’t ever actually told this story before!” Suika rocked a little as she spoke. Gen, who had been making to step through a doorway, stopped himself—a bit to his companions’ confusion.

It felt a bit illicit...

But still, he chose to listen.

“Ehhh... better not worry about it,” Suika said, slouching a bit and looking into her cup with a tired smile. In a cup of sake, the moon and sun looked hardly dissimilar. The moon had been gone for a while... but the sight of the heavens’ reflection in her cup still manage to bring her memories back...

To a forgotten night... to the sight of a beast which would always remember, and which a person could never forget.

“I’d guess you both know it, but... we once ruled The Mountain.”

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[Kamiki Village's Sorrowful Custom - Okami Original Soundtrack (Hiroshi Yamaguchi)]

You have seen to a kingdom steeped in justice eschewing all the blood for which your people stand always ready and wont to spill. You have no right to a crown by your people’s ordinary measure, and so your bearing it tells all. You, Ibuki no Suika, are the only one who I will speak to.

It is an honor.

The rare, white beast bowed its head. Ibuki Suika looked straight at the creature in silence—frozen as she stood before her throne.

The moon hanged cold and high above them. Behind her and beside her throne, three lower seats sat empty. She could never have imagined being alone here.

“You really called me here by myself,” the oni said, hardly able to breathe. Her eyes, wide, were shaking. To her words, the hakutaku raised its head and met her eyes with nine of its own. Bending slightly, Suika’s lips curled upward involuntarily and she went on to say, “... I’m not a human, beast of White Marsh... Maybe you got confused.”

I know you know why I am here,” it replied. Suika lost her smile, and swallowed. “We will discuss what it is of late which keeps you from sleeping.

Suika did know the purpose, and she did know a reason... for her restless nights and days.

However, although she had gotten here...

Although she had vowed to the land, and vowed to heaven...

... what had brought her here was, always, the strength of friends.

Or so she wanted to believe...

For the first time in her life, Ibuki Suika felt the true weight of her crown.

—That night there had been a party. Few nights went by without a party on Yatsugatake. She was brought back in her memory, thus, to every happy gathering before this, every drink, every meeting and every embrace in sadness.
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[Extreme outlaw OUJA - Makai Senki Disgaea 3 Original Soundtrack (Tenpei Sato)]
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She was brought back to what might have been any other day, save for a meeting—save for a single and spiraling choice. A night of dancing fire, the stench of sweat and oni’s blood. Fighting, lust, joy, rapture: she oversaw it all. She, who had thus far long been King. Two Devas ruled the Mountain and she, Ibuki Suika, was the deuxième and premier—her friend, the premier/deuxième—they were intertwined; they had given themselves to none other but themselves. To no woman—to no man had she ever shown passion, slavish loyalty, or romance. She swore instead to her whole people, but her otherwise most powerful and only dearest bond was with her sister through oath: the Hoshiguma-douji and given the title “Yuugi the Strong”, just as she herself was titled in a manner only illustrious to her kind: “Drinking Lad (Shuten-douji)”.

She was prideful for she had every cause to be proud: Ibuki, oni, young, powerful, honest, and dynast.

Suika went down from the summit into the smoke and stench of jubilation lower on the Mountain. She had been watching, and wanted to beat somebody’s face in. Shortly after she walked into the storm of pleasures, she did just that to whoever it was that drunkenly wandered into her first. She drunkenly slugged this man (or woman?) down to the ground. She grabbed and tossed who came at her next down into the Great Forest. She laughed raucously, and threw the chaos further into mania.

She found Yuugi—big, buff, blond and blissful—and stole and drank from her cup. She bashed heads with her compatriot, only just avoiding the other oni’s brilliant red and one-starred horn. She sang and threw down with one Ibaraki-douji. She loved this life. She roared into the night sky: a roar of the sincerest terror-bliss of the greatest youkai.

This was Ibuki-douji, at a fresh and youthful one-hundred years.


Her scream became laughter. She grabbed and pushed a younger oni’s face into the earth, and used his now-unconscious form as a seat. She rested her elbow on her knee—her chin on her knuckles. Grinning darkly, she called out—

“Yuugi! Start a fire! I wanna see the Sun tonight!!”

“Get a cup of sake and use it to watch the moon....!” her friend, who had another woman in a headlock, called back, “If you’re drunk, they may as well look the same!”

What!?” Suika growled back in reply, stomping her foot. “Are you talking back to me!? Huh!?”

“Are you telling me to do something...?” Yuugi replied, smirking. She chokked out the other oni she’d been holding, and let the girl drop to the earth.

“I’ll spark a fire off your horn, you oaf! Listen to your friggin’ friends!” rumbled one King of the Mountain, leaning forward and glaring intensely.

“Yours look more like firewood, Suika,” answered the other.

“Break em off, see what happens!” fired the smaller oni. The larger opened her arms and beckoned, and to a chorus of cheers Suika launched forth and joined her fist with Yuugi’s stomach.

They brawled.

They snarled.

They hugged, after rolling halfway down Mount Yatsugatake.

“Gahahahaha! Suika! I love you!” With this said, Yuugi squeezed her sister close, bending the smaller oni’s ribs.

Suika returned the gesture, matching her friend’s strength and trilling out a, “Yuugiiiiii~~~...!”

They rolled out of one another’s arms, and side-by-side stared up through the canopy of the Great Youkai Forest, at once counting the stars in the sky in warm, thrilled silence.

... Though shortly, Yuugi sat up quite suddenly.

Suika slowly rose up as well, eyeing her friend curiously.

“You smell that, right?” Yuugi said, her eyes listlessly crawling past tree after tree. Suika did smell what Yuugi must have meant. The taller oni began to stand up, and as she did she said, “I’m getting hungry after that. Smells like a human.” She glanced back at her friend. “You want any?”

“You know how this works,” Suika answered. “You want human blood instead of a bird’s or a boar’s, you either do it outta my sight or you earn the blood by spilling some of mine.”

Yuugi looked at a red streak on her knuckles. She then looked at Suika. “This yours?” she asked, and she grinned brightly, closing her eyes and scrunching her nose.

“Who cares,” Suika answered as she stood. She first patted dust from her skirt, and then gathered all the dirt from her clothing with her will and power. She tossed the filth aside, and looked across the woods as her friend was doing.

That smells like a human, but something’s wrong with it... Suika thought to herself as she dully gazed around the forest. There’s a youkai, too... I’m not sure on that scent though. Kappa, tengu, satori, beast... no.

She slowly blinked her eyes.

[] Take out Yuugi right now to protect the human.

[] Join Yuugi and find the human together (Yuugi isn’t hard to dissuade from eating.)

[] Find the human yourself.

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Finally caught up with this story after a couple of years. What a ride this has been.

[X] Find the human yourself.

Curious oni is curious
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[x] Find the human yourself.

I want to roll down a mountain while hugging Suika
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Gonna start learning to not make promises on how fast a next update is coming, but at the very least I can say that I'm not writing on any other projects at the moment!

Thanks! Hope I can get back into a swing with this and other things

You'd die dude
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[x] Find the human yourself.
The little and big goblin have a very wholesome relationship. This sparks joy.
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[x] Join Yuugi and find the human together (Yuugi isn’t hard to dissuade from eating.)

I've been reading your stories for literal years and I never get tired of 'em
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[X] Find the human yourself.

“Hm... Let’s see who can find this one first, then, Yuugi,” said the smaller matriarch with a light tone and half a smile, slouching forward and looking at her sister through her falling hair. “Loser bathes the winner.”

“It’s not really fair, huh?” Yuugi replied, her arms crossed and her tone frank. “You can just gather the human before I even find it!”

“Nah... I’m not actually sure this is a human in the first place. And besides, I wouldn’t cheat.”

“Of course you’d cheat.”

“Okay, then don’t worry: I won’t cheat.” Saying this, Suika grinned at her friend.

Yuugi brought her palm down fiercely on her sister’s skull, looking her in her eyes as the earth trembled beneath them. “You’d better not, Suika. It’s a deal,” Hoshiguma said. Unfazed by Yuugi’s strength, Suika freely nodded within the larger oni’s grasp, and soon that oni walked off into the woods, sniffing at the air.

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[The Sign is Fleeting from the Mist - Atelier Ayesha ~Alchemist of the Ground of Dusk~ Original Soundtrack (Daisuke Achiwa)]

Suika’s smile relaxed; her face relaxed.

She looked into the dark wood.

... A hundred years prior to this, she’d found conflict between her own way of thinking and that of an “oni’s”.

She was a living contradiction. She was a true anomaly.

She felt true respect for freedom, and so found that she could not steal away any human’s.

A youkai’s meaning was the meaning humanity gave to it. Ergo, Ibuki Suika should have had, along with the violence inside her, an understanding that she was humanity’s “enemy”. Not a playful, rival-like thing, but truly...

She was a monster. She reveled in this—in spreading terror, in fighting, but she could not reconcile with the aspects of what truly defined a beast: bringing death, spreading misery, being an absolute “threat”...

Did being an “oni” mean that she had to do all of these things? That she could befriend no human but the rarest sort, and had to drape herself in malice, in evil?



One morning after her sister in all but blood had nearly taken her life over these grievances, and she too had nearly taken Hoshiguma Yuugi’s, she made a vow whilst standing on a face of Mount Yatsugatake where she had never stood before. She knew an oni to be a being that represented “freedom” and “strength”. She would be a figure of both, even if the world itself stood against her.

Even if her own people stood against her.

“Oh...? It’s close...” Suika muttered as she moved through brush. It couldn’t be a youkai, could it...? Feeling the presence of an oni, and what was more a Sovereign... no youkai on The Mountain would ever have the gall to not show themselves and show reverence—even an amanojaku, if only out of the instinct to survive.

Even if her own people stood against her...

She’d made such a promise, but a funny thing happened, and happened soon after she’d become self-assured:

She earned her people’s respect and, as said, in time she came to rule them.



Suika stopped her search, and dispersed into mist.

She reformed and settled above in the high branches of trees, taking care to mimic sound of birds amidst leaves as she landed.

She widened her eyes, and gathered the light of the night to them.

There was a girl a little ways out from where she now perched. By sight, there was no telling whether she was human or monster, alive or apparition-dead. Yuugi was not nearby.

Suika decided to approach as silent smoke. When she next became whole, she was leering above the new visitor to her mountain.
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[Tasogare - Atelier Ayesha - Alchemist of the Ground of Dusk - Vocal Album Twilight Hour (Tae)]
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A flare of mischief kicked up inside of Suika. She smirked, and began to speak.

Human there...” she bellowed, deepening her voice through her command over density. In the dark, she saw the young girl shiver. She finished her words with a question: “have you any name?

She had thrown her voice around the forest. That so being, the likely-human below her threw her head around in confusion, unable to discern the source.

Suika grinned a little wider, but... where was the fear? This human was sweating, frantic... Suika could even hear how heavily her heart was beating and yet, “fear”... the most fundamental and ephemeral essence which fed into a youkai’s existence... that “energy” was completely absent.

Once again, Suika became unsure what this young woman was, and her smile faltered.

Well...” she followed, “you are indeed a human, aren’t you...?

“You aren’t going to show yourself? You aren’t going to attack?” the girl answered her, and answered with an accent Suika was not familiar with. Before continuing, the girl put a hand to her chest. “That’s a little surprising,” she said. “A civil youkai?”

Don’t call me civil,” Suika retorted. “And aren’t you bold? For my questions, you’re giving me questions?

“It isn’t often that youkai speak to me, to put it lightly.” And now, albeit nervously... the girl below Suika smiled. “Could you tell me where I am?”

This is Yatsugatake,” Suika replied, “the greater Mountain of Yamato.

The girl blinked, a little rapidly. “You changed your voice,” she remarked. Suika narrowed her eyes. “... Did you say ‘Yamato’?”

Oh. Pardon, human; you’ve all decided to call it ‘Japan’ for some time, haven’t you?

“... As I thought.”

What did you think?

The girl continued to smile.

Tears then began to well in her eyes, before rolling down over her cheeks.

In shock, Suika flew down to the earth.

As leaves and dirt erupted from her landing, Suika crouched at a distance from the girl—keeping her eyes wide. She stood, and straightened her back.

Why are you crying? the oni thought, frowning as she stared across at the girl. She then glared, and looked around the forest. Her ears perked up. As the girl before began to sob, Suika glided forth, and took the girl’s head into her arms. She brought the “human” low, rested her hand on the the girl’s back. “You can’t be weeping here,” Suika told her as the girl shook against her front, wetting her clothes. “Monsters lurk in this forest, you know?”

In reply, the girl’s sobbing deepened. Suika grit her teeth in annoyance. The girl was gripping now at the oni’s clothing, her nose pressed in, running as freely as her tears. She shook, and shook, provoking the oni more.

So weak.. Suika thought in disgust. How could she make it up this way without dying? She’s so fragile, stupid, and defenseless.

Suika narrowed her eyes again.

I’ve half the mind to let Yuugi have her. Only...

...intrigue. Only intrigue is staying my hand, “human”.

“A-Aren’t, you, a m... monster!?” the girl managed to say. Suika opened her mouth, but did not want to answer. “What... a-are you?”

The girl lifted her head as she spoke. Golden eyes met Suika’s, and gleamed under the moonlight. The girl’s pretty face was wracked with grief. Memory in mind, Suika turned away from it, pinching her lips together.

“Look!” Suika commanded at length. “I can only be one thing.”

“Ha... haha...” the girl laughed. Suika looked at her again. “An oni,” the girl said. “A little... oni.”

Suika shoved the girl to the earth.

Dust filled the air. The girl curled into herself.

“Would you like my grace, or would you like to die?” Suika asked. “Show respect, and watch your tongue or I will tug it from between your lips before you can even think to wag it at the Yama.”

With the word “tug”, Suika showed with her hand and a jerk just how that would go about.

“Hahaha... oh... ahh... dying, I...” the girl muttered in the dirt, as grass and sand moved from her breath. “I could... I could die, that’s right...”

Suika’s eyes widened. She became filled with revulsion, and bared her fangs, appalled. The oni lifted her clawed hand, and swiftly struck down toward the back of the human’s neck.

Within her own hair, beneath the bow holding her locks together, something pricked at her skin—at her nape. Confused, she glanced behind herself, then stared down at the girl. She had meant to scare the lass. What she saw now underneath her was her own hand diving through a perfectly flat, bound-shadow—suspended above the girl’s neck. It was bound by a milky white and sickeningly pink thread, and two red bows fastened either side of it. In the shadow, crimson and disembodied eyes gazed back at her. Suika turned to look behind herself fully, and saw another shadow bound above her back, and the unmistakable shape of her own, shackled arm, tapping at her own nape with her own sharpened nails.

She split her arm where it met the shadow, and was unsurprised as both shadows went taut, shut, and left only wisps of herself behind before vanishing.

Suika grabbed her falling right hand with her still-whole left, and connected herself to herself. Dauntless, she stood above the youkai on the ground and glared at her. It was a sudden, vicious kind of retaliation the girl had plotted...

Mm... hm. That’s right, Suika thought.

Slowly now, Suika crouched low and grabbed the girl by the back of her shirt. She was crying again. Suika dragged her upward, and brought the both of them to stand.

Suika let the girl go, and watched her a little longer, and severely. Eyes closed, the youkai girl continued to sob. The girl, taller than Suika, carelessly let her tears fall, even as Suika stepped underneath her face and allowed the drops to fall upon her own cheeks as she watched the distorted countenance closely.

... Too right—

The memory Suika had first recalled had been wrong... this was not a reflection of her own face, and the pain of weakness. Therefore...

... What Suika mirrored now was her act after she had met the young, and once-human child “Kasen”.

As the pink-haired and newly born oni had sobbed within the filth where she was found, Ibuki Suika had brought her palms slowly to the girl’s sorrow-bent face. She did this, too, to the youkai before her now, bringing her their foreheads together. She closed her eyes, and took the now-kneeling girl, tightly, into a caring embrace. The girl was quick to embrace her back.

The oni offered no apology. In the warmth of this new youkai’s face, she felt “understanding”: that the girl’s words had been fast and foolish, and that the oni’s lunge was only meant to show her only that. Though, the oni could apologize for her earlier shove, perhaps... For that, she pat the girl’s back and began to gently rub it.


The girl from somewhere else had to have lost her humanity.

Though Suika had seen it only once before, that agony and confusion were completely unmistakable. “Why”... and what it now meant to “be”...

Suika could not quite understand that specific pain, but she would recognize and nurture whatever soul found itself facing such woes.

Though this is no magic I’ve quite seen before... Suika thought while the girl cried, now, against her shoulder. Are you from across the sea...? What was that space you made...?


[] Bring this young youkai somewhere secluded (and secret) for now.
That would be a repeat, like stealing a cup and taking it to a wounded and rose-haired orphan in the past. Perhaps in sensitivity what she needs is quiet and time.

[] Call Yuugi here.
Someone’s won the bet. And besides, Yuugi’s head is quite level. No other knows how best to be a youkai. Perhaps I don’t know what best to do.

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[x] Call Yuugi here.
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[X] Bring this young youkai somewhere secluded (and secret) for now.

Young Yukari, or time-traveling Merry?
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One on one is better I think.

> Young Yukari, or time-traveling Merry?
Is there really a difference?
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[x] Bring this young youkai somewhere secluded (and secret) for now.

Oh good, a traumatized Merry. I'm sure this will be a very fluffy and wholesome adventure.
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[x] bring this toykai somewhere secluded.

This needs a soft hand and Yuugi... Well she doesn't do subtle well
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Forgot to add it to the OP... >>68377
This was the chapter after Suika and Gen first slept together or rather, the first "half" of that chapter redone: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28070256/chapters/95780749

Whole thing: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28070256?view_full_work=true

There's still a long way to go before the edited version is caught up: over 140,000 words, but after I re-engaged with the pipeline that past me set up for quickly formatting AO3 updates, I remembered how streamlined it was. I'll keep on updating it! For me, it's also interesting to see how much I remember writing, and how much slipped my mind.

btw, thanks! It's hard to believe it's been years now...
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Changing to 色んな鬼. Just a better choice!
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Working on next update when I can
I also am not sure if I forgot my tripcode or not? Let's see!
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Excellent, I did not.
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now that I have this excellent chance, I will submit "update never ever" as my reply so that the writer will grow discouraged and take another month!
evil plan of the day complete!
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Very rude

I've had to crunch other story stuff... Since I've started the next update though it should be completed "soon" (probably in 2 weeks)
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Bruh, they've been updating pretty consistently for 4 years and more. That's better than most fanfic writers we see here. Have some patience, you ungrateful idiot
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I mean, I'm pretty sure that >>68614 was obviously joking? I thought it was funny, at least.
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yeah it's fine

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1 month too late good god. Starting work on this again
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[X] Bring this young youkai somewhere secluded (and secret) for now.

Suika slipped her right arm from under the other girl’s left, chain rattling harshly with the motion. She brought her hand up to the youkai’s shoulder and pushed at her very little. She shortly brought up her left hand and with it did the same with the girl’s right side.

The girl swiftly clung to her close again, and stronger.

Oi...” Suika growled as she was brought to the once-human’s chest. That human’s nose now ran beside her ear. “We’ve got to go.”

She attempted to move the girl again, but the girl would not budge.


Smoke eased off the oni’s skin, or rather her skin itself became smoke—mist. Her body there began to swell...

The other girl began to notice with a little delay. To her awe, Suika grew out of her grasp and so grew before her to the size of a cypress tree. Crouching above the other youkai now, the elder youkai was at such a giant’s height that she could easily take that other youkai into her palm, and did.

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[archaic - historie (fromadistance)]

“We’re going,” she said, and while the child was still shaking, the giant set off to a secret place of hers, stalking best she could beneath trees, and making her steps light.


At some otherwise nondescript portion of Yatsugatake’s base, Suika brought her to a somewhat lived-in seeming camping site, or so it seemed by how it was clear, and how one spot of it looked to have been lied upon now and then. It was beside a steady, towering rock formation, sported a pair of logs for seating, and featured a circle of stones surrounding what looked to be an assortment of burnt out kindling. Suika let the girl down, and in a cloud of her self the oni became a “normal” size.

“Sit,” the oni commanded. The girl, hesitating always, stood and looked about the place, touching her own hands with obvious nervousness.

Suika loudly clapped her own hands together, and instantly brought heat between them. The dust that almost always lingered on her palms now lit with fire, and she flicked it downward in the wake of the younger youkai’s surprise, lighting the campfire up.

She licked the fire from her right hand, and palmed away the flames of her left on her dress.

“Sit!” Suika ordered again.

The girl sat, in a hurry. Her hair bounced, and after eyeing it Suika reached out and pinched some of it, keeping her left hand at her own waist.

“I’ve not seen hair quite like this in my hundred years...” the oni remarked as she played with a curl. The girl stared at her, terrified. She’d stopped crying, on the trip having grown comfortable within Suika’s hand. Suika brought her left hand to the girl’s cheek now, and the girl slouched. “Your features,” the oni muttered, “you’re not from this island, not from the Mainland. I haven’t seen these eyes either—not on what was a human... What’s this on your lips?”

Suika touched the girl’s bottom lip, and rubbed off some of what coated it. Not a color, but something clear. “You don’t paint your face...” Suika noted, “what is this?” She brought it to her own face, and raised her eyebrows at the scent. “...Fruits! Were you eating some before I found you?” Continuing to play with the youkai’s hair, Suika licked the substance from her finger—which evidently left the girl before her rather perplexed.

“... Do things that poison humans not poison youkai?” the girl asked.

“Poison!?” Suika yelped. She promptly spat at the earth.

“Only if you had a lot of it,” the girl added. Suika took her hand from the girl’s hair and now grabbed her face from beneath her chin—squeezing her cheeks together and her lips out.

“Say that sooner!” the oni snapped.

“Mmsurry,” the other youkai apologized.

“Well... not that poisons will usually best a youkai...” Suika admitted, looking at her spit in the dirt. “Usually, just leaves you sick...”

She brought her gaze back up to meet with the the girl’s. The matriarch was quiet... she palmed the young youkai’s cheek rather than squeezing both, and the youkai relaxed once again, closing her eyes.

“How easy you are...” Suika remarked. “Are you still looking down on me? Have you forgotten what I am?”

She watched the girl carefully, and eyed the youkai’s hand as it slowly came up and held her own. It grasped, tightly, and it hurt, a little. The girl looked back at Suika with a gaze steady and daylight blue...

“I may not know youkai very well...” the girl muttered, “but enough have tried to kill me that I feel I should know when I’ve met one that isn’t interested...”

“You think that I don’t want to kill you because I’ve hugged you once and twice?”

Surprisingly enough, the girl frowned at this question. She stood, and lifted her hand far over her head—lifting Suika with it. Suika, hanging, stared back at the youkai steadily, waiting.

“My stomach is here,” the youkai said. “Kill me.”

Suika puffed breath through her nose, and finally she smirked. “...No,” she said at length, and then the youkai brought another hand to the oni’s back, lifting her from there before holding her tightly in another embrace. “St-Stop hugging me...! Enough of this.”

Suika tried to pry herself from the youkai’s hold, and could not with little effort—keeping aware to not use “much”. Little should have been all that was needed, and that this evidently needed more began to disturb her... Pouting, other the youkai held Suika tightly.

“Why did you hug me at all...?” the girl asked.

Hearing the question, a pang shot through the oni’s heart and had her flinch. She pushed at the youkai’s shoulders again.

The youkai let her go, and swiftly pushed her down to the ground below.

Leaves and twigs shot upward in the force. One of her horns entered the nearby fire. She picked a foot up and planted it into a stomach that felt akin to iron. The youkai pinned her down at her shoulders and looked down at the oni’s frantic eyes until they settled on looking back in return.

“Why did you hug me!?” the girl snapped.

“Don’t push any more of that luck you’ve got—I’ll start pushing back.”

“You won’t!”

“You... You cur! You would call an oni a liar!?” that oni spat.

“You’re a lying oni!”

“Shu... Shut up!”

“An oni that hugs humans!”

“Get off of me!!”

Why did you hug me?

With a voice high, the oni answered, “Wh-Why must you know!?”

And the youkai said nothing. Her teeth were almost bared as she ground them together, still glaring down at the oni.

Tears filled those eyes again. The oni swallowed.

“You don’t know why I am, you don’t know where I’m from, you—you who lives in a forest. You: a little monster. You have a heart inside of you!?”

That heart beat, and Suika began to struggle further. The youkai felt this, and pushed back. The flames over the oni’s horn danced, and embers now scattered to the forest floor.

The youkai pressed Suika’s body down further.

...!? This... it almost feels like Yuugi...!

Suika strained against her. She felt her bones tighten under the younger youkai’s palms. She increased her own density, and wondered whether she would need to let loose a scream and let fly this youkai’s head from its neck.

And suddenly, the youkai fell. She dropped her head to Suika’s chest again, and was at once was once more weeping. Breathing heavily, and unusually unsure, without thought Suika simply brought her hands over the younger girls.

“You’re much worse than a young oni...” Suika remarked in exhaustion, remembering the tears the youngest Ibaraki had shed. Suika lifted her chi, and looked up past cliff and branches to the stars.

... They were alone, here. In fact, that had been the entire purpose.

... Still, she worried even whispers on the wind might be caught here... though the alcove caught sound first and easily by virtue of the great stone overlooking it.

And really, regardless of all that, at... some point...

... she would need to be honest.

For a little while, Suika closed her eyes as the youkai gripped her clothing and cried against her chest.

“... I hugged you to comfort you,” Suika admitted. “I brought you here to comfort you, I wanted to ease your heart—listen:”

Suika lightly thudded the youkai’s skull with the heel of her hand, through the white cap that donned it. Reluctantly the youkai lifted her miserable face. Suika began to crawl up on her knees, and the youkai subsequently knelt before her. Horn still on fire, Suika quietly dismissed the flames with her power.

Straightening her back first, Suika pushed her right hand against the youkai’s left breast. She also brought her left hand to her own.

“We feel,” she assured the newborn. “We each have hearts in here.”

With that said, she leaned forward and pressed her ear again the youkai’s chest (and so a horn as well against the youkai’s shoulder). In there, she heard a rapid, fluttering beat. “Yes...” she said as she leaned away. It looked as if the other youkai’s breath had caught in her throat. “...Can’t feel it beating? Listen to mine.”

Suika reached up, and the youkai allowed her head to be guided to the oni’s chest, where she pressed her ear against the oni’s shirt and listened quietly to the steady, robust, and reassuring beat within.

Eventually, the girl’s sniffling had completely stopped. She brought her body to the floor and she brought in her knees. She curled much as she could to Suika’s lap, warmly listening to a monster’s heartbeat. Suika placed her hand beneath the girl’s cap, and slowly began to stroke her head.


“I am Suika of the mountain Yatsugatake,” Suika simply proclaimed. She chose to leave her titles at the mountaintop. “And, I am sorry,” she truly apologized. Lastly, plainly, she requested: “I would like to know your name.”

“‘Suika’...” the young youkai repeated. “... It’s an adorable name.”


“My... name is...” the girl trailed off. Suika tilted her head, but the girl continued to hesitate.

She got closer. Her strength began to leave her.

“If you wouldn’t mind...” she said in a quieting voice, as sleep encroached in her eyes, “... would you call me ‘Merry’?”
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[風の唄(Piano Solo Ver.) - 秘封活動記録 ~ The Sealed Esoteric History - 祝 - ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACK (RD-Sounds)]

She woke with a start to a name that wasn’t hers, but the intonation and voice were something she could never forget.

Quickly, she lifted her head.

“You told me you slept last night. What’s up with this?

She stared across at the usual well-kept both dark and bright outfit of the girl in front of her. A finger was raised. A coming declaration...

“Either you bring me into your dreams, or you bring your dreams into reality! That was the deal!”

An eastern-flavored dress shirt... a small and fit shortcape around the shoulders...


They didn’t have any such deal.

“Don’t say we didn’t have a deal like that.”

...Tears welled in her eyes.

“Well we’ve already gone over that, too—your dreams aren’t dreams. Reality is reality, and it’s absolutely provable.”

Renko grinned across at her brightly. She said, reassuringly—

“—You’re awake.”


...She woke to a known name and an unknown voice, and so the quick onset of frustration, of anger, and then, and shortly, sincerest gloom.

She was awake. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

The year might have been seven- or eight-hundred CE.

True and natural daylight poured down from the sky and onto her face. By now she certainly recognized it, but it was truly her first time waking to it. Not waking into dream, waking into this world. Whatever that meant...


A thumb reached down and took the tears from one of her cheeks. She looked a little more upward, and there saw pretty and hazel eyes staring down at her, unshaking. A pair of long horns... a child’s face... An oni.

“Are you awake?” the oni, “Suika”, asked her.

“What does it mean to be awake, really?” Merry asked in return. The oni frowned and cocked an eyebrow.

“Are you stupid?” she posited. “You’re an idiot, and awake. You’re an awake idiot.”

“Actually, I’m very smart,” Merry replied.

The oni’s frown deepened. She shook her head slow, and slowly lifting her arms—she began to stretch. Her joints popped with sound. Had she slept that way the entire night? With a girl sleeping at her lap?

Merry sat up, feeling rather embarrassed.

Suika ground one of her palms against her eye, gnashing her teeth in evident frustration. “I’m called ‘Sovereign’, ‘Matriarch’, but hold... I am not even a mother yet.” The oni removed her hand from her face and brought it to a knee. Her other arm was lazily outstretched, rested on an ankle.

Merry looked on at her. There... really was no returning. She had not made this trip with real “intent”—she couldn’t have. The trip may’ve been born of a wish, but she had not actively sought its granting. How she had wound up here... truly here was beyond her.

...There was little else to do but understand what was now all around her.

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[] asked why Suika had used the words Sovereign/Matriarch to refer to herself.

[] asked to know the year.

[] asked for a bath.


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Might be a subtler way of outing herself as a girl-out-of-time. IE: the world of fantasy is nice but so was running water.
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>a gaze steady and daylight blue...
Gold, actually.

Some things I ended up learning by looking at official artworks--
*Merryberry has gold eyes in most appearances. Otherwise, she has red/brown eyes rarely.
*Renko wears brown and white clothing, not black and white.
*Despite it being popular in fanart, Renko barely ever ties her hair. Maybe only one instance? Even in her first appearance I can't exactly see a tie in her hair though there does seem to be a side length of hair. In fact only the latest design has a ribbon for sure--and it's red, not white.
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“Suika...” she began, “do you ever bathe?”

Suika flinched, and quickly stood before the younger girl. Balling her fist she shouted—

“Are you saying that I stink!? I am Suika, you know? ‘Sui’-‘ka’!”

She wrote her name with a finger through the air. Merry watched, and read.

“‘Gathered fragrance’...? No, your name makes a lot of sense, I'm not saying that you smell at all bad,” she replied, still seated and still eye-to-eye with the oni. “Rather, I could maybe... I was wondering where you might... I mean, it’s not... impossible that I—”

The oni reached forward and grabbed at the front of her blouse.

Pulling the young youkai toward her, the elder brought her face to the now tugged-open collar and breathed in deeply.

It was so sudden that the only reaction which Merry could manage was a full face of beet red.

After sniffing at Merry for some time, breath scattering both pleasantly and unpleasantly across the blonde’s skin, the oni finally pulled her face back and beamed at the girl.

“Well!” said the youthful king, “You smell pretty good!

Merry’s hand flew out in an instant, and struck clear against and past the oni’s cheek. She bared her teeth in anger; Suika still showed hers, and kept her eyes closed, in obvious joy.

“Ahahaha!” the oni laughed. She then looked, coolly, into Merry’s eyes. “Alright,” she said, “maybe it smells under your skirt?”

She was still holding Merry by the shirt, and knowing the potential struggle that might result from trying to remove that hand—Merry decided to only beg, with a quiet and not a little incensed, “Pl-Please stop...”

“Haha!” the oni laughed again, and she let go of the distraught youkai. “OK...!” she cried boisterously, turning on her heel and marching toward the alcove’s outward-facing opening. “You’re in luck,” she went on, rotating each of her shoulders, “someone owes me a bath.”

Stopping at the edge, overlooking a great and sun-sparkling lake, Suika cupped the sides of her mouth and with no further warning boomed out—


The forest trembled, the distant lake rippled. Merry, of course, shook.


There was a crack, and then a boom, and a little ways in the distance it seemed that a bomb had gone off. Eyes wide and pale-faced, Merry stared up at the vast and rising plume of dirt and pulverized trees before them, and then jumped in place as a yellow blur rocketed toward them and slammed at once into Suika.

Her eyes followed the lunge. Now behind her, she saw the little oni enthralled in a rolling tussle with what seemed to be a significantly larger oni: one with golden hair and a single, crimson horn jutting from her forehead.

Suika was grinning once again, and her teeth were again all bared. Her left forearm was in the other (and also grinning) oni’s grasp. Her right hand was caught against the other oni’s left.

The two were locked, the two were matched.

Suika kicked the other oni's stomach and brought her overhead, tossing her behind and, in some literal flash, getting to the giant’s back. She brought an arm to the other girl’s neck and hooked another underneath a shoulder A trembling grin. Hoarse laughter.

“I-I can get out of this, Suika...” said the new oni. Suika brought her heels forward and dug them beneath her friend’s(?) ribs.

“Try then,” she said. She waited.

The other oni sat up—struggling to do so.

She held Suika’s forearm with her free hand...

...and very suddenly she fell back down to the earth. Flattening the littler youkai.

In seeming mutual pain, the two guffawed and guffawed, careless of the third wheel still watching them.

Merry saw now that a yellow star was set upon the bigger oni’s horn. Was she born with such a thing...?

The oni sat up and caught Merry’s line of sight, remarking...

“Hey... Suika... this little one is looking at my horn.”

“Is... she...?” Both were out of breath. The larger oni grinned.

“My horn... is more... beautiful...!”

“One horn...” said Suika weakly, “small... cute... not... ‘beautiful’...”

“It... It’s not cute...!” the other oni whined. She sounded genuinely hurt as she glanced back at the still-floored oni. “Don’t say that...!”

“You’re cute, Yuugi...” Suika mumbled. Merry could hear the smile in her voice. Yuugi, the younger youkai committed that name to memory. “Yuuuugi... pick me up... bring me somewhere and... scrub me down.”

“Huh...? The deal was to find a human, Suika!” Yuugi snapped. “That’s a youkai, right?”

“She was human...” said Suika, and she finally sat back up—carelessly covered in dirt (or, well—she did seem to want a bath).

“‘Was’, you say...” Upon repeating this, the oni “Yuugi” stood and easily towered over both of them. Dressed in a loose-fitting kimono, her womanly features being so suddenly pronounced after her so unfeminine display had Merry altogether shocked. She barely registered when, after plucking Suika from the earth, this vivacious oni plucked her up too.

“Then, it’s a welcome bath!” shouted Yuugi, fully energetic once again. “A new face on the Mountain! Consider yourself my honored guest! I’ll wash you, too—how about that? I’ll wash every inch of you myself—that should be fun! How’s that sound? Huh? Let’s do it! Let’s go, let’s go!”

It sounded embarrassing, and Merry tried to say as much, but was evidently reeling and regardless not of enough “presence” to even slightly distract this new oni from her joy.

Hopping, skipping, and singing as she went, the oni named Yuugi brought the two of them along in her hands as she traipsed toward some other place...

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[酔月 (instrumental) - 東方天楼華 (はちみつれもん)]

Were the bodies of oni simply warmer than others? As Merry shivered with her waist submerged in the waters of a creek, she looked on at the two oni with her who seemed completely at ease within the wretchedly frigid flow and thought on this question. Had Suika’s lap been warm? Her hands certainly were, and her stomach, arms, and chest too. Yuugi was truly a giant... and larger people tended to be warmer too, didn’t they? A cold bath... of course the idea was around when she came from, but it was also just so unthinkable. This was her first, and it was simply harrowing. She could not sit down. Stuck in her head, with her arms crossed around her torso, Merry had sincerely too much to think over, and too much to engage with.

“You’re shaking like a leaf!” the larger oni yelled. The smaller answered “no I’m not” to which the larger replied, “I wasn’t talking to you!”

Merry looked again at the pair. The one called Yuugi had lathered Suika with soap and was now scrubbing at her body with something. It could have been a sponge or maybe a rag—it was not possible to see, camouflaged in suds. She had finished with Suika’s face and was onto Suika’s arms at that moment, but now stopped and stood to her full height. At once, Merry was not sure where to look.

As her eyes darted around and not at the intimidating form of this oni, she caught out the corner of her eye the grinning blond crouching low. Was she... Were her hands scooping at the water?

“Hoorah!” the oni cried playfully as she tossed water at Merry.

Thus, what looked to Merry to be a tidal wave came. Eyes like saucers, within this freezing creek she finally and completely froze.

The water smashed over her and brought her onto her bottom. Forced to adapt, Merry hugged herself closer—now neck deep and sat on innumerable stones and pebbles. That was right... of course, she’d never bathed outside like this before either.

Through the blear from being briefly submerged, Merry saw Suika lift a hand. Behind the newborn youkai, the wave (which had still been going, out and down the mountain) immediately stopped.

“You’ll throw all the water out of the creek,” Suika chastised.

“No,” the again-standing Yuugi said honestly and happily, “it’s being fed.”

It was. The creek was being fed by an (admittedly small) earnest and short waterfall.

Somehow, the water from Yuugi’s toss was brought gently back to the creek where it would flow into perhaps a river, and almost certainly that lake Merry had spotted now and then.

“How did you even manage that? Yuugi.” Suika asked, holding her arm out and flexing her fingers. Yuugi returned to her and returned to work with that arm.

The blond oni shrugged. “I dunno,” she said. Merry realized... that had been a very good question. How had she moved so much water at once? Physics would take quite a lot of issue with how that transpired.

Suika, who had been sat upon a boulder all this while, reached down to something tied to it—a plain gourd Merry had learned was filled with sake. The oni took it up, and took a swig. Seeing what looked like a “child” doing this presented Merry with something else that easily and casually threw her.

“You were the one worried about getting clean!” Suika shouted in a bit of a hazy voice—at Merry. Merry pointed at herself. “Yeah, you! Clean yourself already!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine—I’ll wash her tooooo—!! Scrub scrub scrub! Scrub Suika!” Saying this, Yuugi got her hands around her friend’s torso and scrubbed away. Suika began laughing uproariously.

“Y-You! Bear—Bear, you’re too cute!” Suika yelled between her chortles.

“Stop calling me cute when you’ve got a cute belly like this—” Yuugi murmured in play annoyance, gripping and tickling at the smaller oni’s stomach. After enjoying more of Suika’s laughter for a little while, her mock pout erupted into a grin, and she moved onto Suika’s lower body. Merry watched in her newest stunned silence as Yuugi unabashedly cleaned every part of Suika’s body, and her Suika unabashedly got back to drinking. Certainly, Merry had been surprised with Yuugi’s boldness in how upon reaching the creek she had undressed at once and openly cleaned herself before them first, but this... “bond”? What she had with the other oni who was likely not her blood seemed just as strong as such a connection—if not more so.

After scrubbing at Suika’s last toe, Yuugi wrung out the rag she was using (revealed by water) and washed off her hands before throwing the cloth over her shoulder. Turning to Suika, she started to pat at the little oni’s body here and there, all over. It looked a bit akin to sumo... though that sport should not have had any history just yet, if Merry had guessed correctly. Suika kept drinking, until she started smirking, and then grinning, and soon she began lightly striking at Yuugi as well with her own free hand, before dropping her gourd and matching the big girl “blow” for “blow”.

Inevitably, they began to wrestle after nearly a minute had passed.

Merry turned her head away and wondered if she should ask for any soap, or would that be an embarrassment?

She could hear the two oni laughing and splashing about regardless.

...A smile snuck onto her lips.

She became distracted, and did not notice Yuugi coming up and standing beside her.

“You’re next...!” the oni rumbled.

“... I can just use—” Merry tried, before once again the other blond had taken hold of her in both hands and lifted her with ease.

“...Wha... You’re still shaking? You need to get more used to the water.”

Saying this, as Merry went quietly “no, no, I don’t actually”, Yuugi brought Merry straight to the waterfall.

And here, more shame would be endured.


Yuugi was washing the new youkai’s hair, and from what Suika could tell was mainly just exploring it. She could understand the desire, and in fact at night or perhaps tomorrow she planned to do the same to this “Merry”...

She looked at the sky.

“Merry”, huh...

Was that not the girl’s name? Not that Suika had smelled a lie in that introduction; her ears only had caught the specificity. The one called Merry had asked that to be her address.

Currently floating on her back in the water and sometimes sipping at her almost-empty gourd, Suika eyed the other two once again. She could ask about it.

Although... new day, new matters: she needed to sit down with Yuugi at some point and talk about the Mountain... perhaps call down some crows or wolves for reports, or maybe just a casual talk on rule... Maybe the little kid-youkai wouldn’t like such prodding, either.


[] Ask Merry for her full name. Give your own.

[] Talk to Yuugi for now.

[] Honestly you’re a little drunk, how about rambling randomly for a little while?
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[Funny Bunny - HAPPY BIVOUAC (The Pillows)]

“Hey... Merry...”

She called out lazily.

Though the girl’s eyelids were slick with soap water, Merry squinted at Suika all the same.

“You were a human with only one name? Even us oni usually have two.”

Merry frowned.

“What is your family? What name do they have?”

The girl opened her mouth, and her jaw quaked. Behind her teeth, her tongue seemed to go stuff. The oni finished her gourd.

“Mg... pah, so, you won’t tell me even though I bathed you?”

I did!? I am!” Yuugi snapped. Suika chuckled.

“You and I are one, Bear.”

To this, the bear said nothing. She frowned, though, and her frown could hardly be held. How an oni lies...

“I bathed you, and you won’t tell me—we’ve a real uncouth guest come to our house, hn?”

“Your name is Melly?” Yuugi asked.

“That isn’t her name,” Suika said.

The third youkai shrank, and her brow furrowed. She closed her eyes and mouth.

“Then why have you called her ‘Melly’?”

“‘Merry’, Yuugi—though ‘Merry’ is not it either; it is the name that she asked me to call her,” Suika replied.

“Mer, ry— Merrrrryyy— Mell... Melli,” Yuugi practiced the name on her tongue. She grimaced lightly. Her brow twisted. “S’an odd name,” she determined. Suddenly, she clapped her hands down on Merry’s shoulders, tugging her backward and letting the waterfall clear her head of soap. “I am ‘Yuugi’!” said Yuugi with a bright smile as the other youkai yelped in her grasp. “First and Second of the Mountain—Yuugi the Strong! Highest! Strongest! My family is—the Hoshiguma! Hoshiguma no Yuugi! ‘Yuugi’, yeah! Can you say it, Melly!?” She shook Melly. Merry.

“Y-Y-Yu-ugi-i-i...” Merry’s voice vibrated, and Yuugi knelt immediately to hug her from behind. “Kyaugh!?”

“Loooook at how cute she is, Suika!” moaned Yuugi as she squeezed the child. Suika nodded.

“I see her,” she said. “‘Merry’...” Suika went on as she stood up in the creek. She put a hand on her hip, and let go her gourd—the tan thing floating downstream until it was caught by its leash to a nearby boulder. Lifting a hand, she called a clean kimono to her arm, and around her shoulders. It landed gently over her naked and drying body as she gave “Merry” her name. “I am the First and Second of the Mountain—” said Suika, “The Drinking Lad. Highest, strongest. My family is the Ibuki. Ibuki no Suika. Su-i-ka.”

Merry looked on at her. Over Merry’s shoulder, Yuugi rested her chin and looked on as well.

“Your ‘name’... keep it. I will call you Merry...”

Saying this, Suika met Merry’s eyes perfectly.

And, she grinned—a little wickedly.

“When I am your friend, you will give me your true name. Then, we will decide if it should be ours to hold dear, or yours to share. You hear me, Yuugi?”

Yuugi gave a little response, “Mm,” and then, “nothing the matter with a secret in the heart. Haven’t we all those?”

“We do at that,” Suika said, still smiling. The one who wanted to be called “Merry” seemed to think, and for a time after that all three were peacefully quiet.


Fall down seven times, stand up eight—


弱 – Jaku
肉 - Niku
強 - Kyou
食 - Shoku

The weak?
The strong?

“When I was as old as you are now, I was given that phrase and four letters these. There by, I want to give them to you. But, I see you—you are not in-visible.
I see you, little less young than I am, and I see these... they must be bones, and you have the most thin flesh that I have ever come across. Your skin is so much like paper, and may be it is too earlike for you to be thinking of eating—
Your stomach is sick. Your body is foul.
But you are not dead, and you ought to drink.
So, all though I have now told you what I have been told—
All though when you drink from this, in time you will be strong and your teeth might crave ‘the weak’—
Will you die, or will you dri—”

The other child’s hand flew out.

She grabbed the box from the oni, and brought it to her own lips.

It splashed to the ground. It slipped into her nose—

A new taste, but an old smell.

The alcohol burned throughout her mouth.

But, with what life of her remained, she forced the sake down her own throat.


She gulped and gulped from the Ibaraki Cup of One Hundred Medicines.

The people of her village had always been mistaken...

She was never weak. Perhaps, honestly, they had even known it—

And yet they had all lied, and betrayed her.

In filth, she would find a new name, and the strength of her heart would be given flesh.

And she would consume flesh.

The cup dropped from her hand as fire ran through her veins.

Blood trickled from beneath her hair. New bone sprouted from her scalp.

The fangs she already had now elongated—grew fiercer.

Yet, all the pain of rebirth soon passed. So suddenly, she felt truly and uniquely alive.

She looked up from the mud, at the Ibaraki Cup.

“Do you want that name?”

Asked Ibuki Suika.

“What you want, take.”

And again, the girl began to cry. She clawed through the muck around her, but shook and cried. Almost worse than ever before her heart—her mind—now suffered so much. Too much.

“I have to,” she said as she crawled from the dirt. “I have to take that name. They... THEY have not wanted ME...”

“That is sad, love.”

The oni said this, and then cupped the girl’s face in her hands. Her body felt warm now. Her mind went at ease. So sudden... so pleasantly...

Her fellow child, and fellow monster, told her this: “Take the name; I will give you an other.”

She was brought to Suika’s chest, and hugged there.

“Beautiful girl,” she said again, just as she’d said when she had first appeared—just as she’d said, despite the hated face that she found, “never cry on gain. Family, and bonds, are not some thing ever meant to break.”

She reached around the oni’s back, and brought herself even closer. Suika let her do this...

In time, the oni brought a hand to the young girl’s face again. Lifting her gently by the cheek she told her:

“Come to my family, and be an other in our houses, and never, ever, cry on gain. I will save your pretty heart from tears. It is an oni’s promise. I will swear that to you...

Be strong, and stand on gain beautiful girl: Ibaraki Kasen.”

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Desperate now, the humans surrounding her had become desperate in action.

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The field where she stood had been set afire. She smiled, and thought that it was funny—the sky always looked so much like night under the smoke of a field such as this. She really was beginning to recognize it—so, were humans beginning to recognize her again?

The child of that village... anyone who remembered that child had been gone more than a few years.

As soon as she could take their lives, she had descended from the Mountain and swiftly snatched at that opportunity.

And ever since... Ever since...

This oni of rose-colored hair, this oni of wiles and cunning...

She had to this day menaced the lands of Yamato, and would forever do so. She would bear a title. She would stand with her sisters at the Top of Yatsugatake...

And of course, as always, nothing as timid as fire could threaten the hell of fury that rested in her heart. She simply knew how humans worked.

The smile disappeared from her face. She fell into the water of the rice field, and began to cough.

“NOW!” came a chorus of human cries.

It was hard to sniff out the number of humans in a village masked by fire.

Also, what unique power she possessed granted her nothing like “detection”.

It was dangerous to go alone like this; that was an obvious truth. But, that was the entire purpose.

An oni who was human—an oni not born with some ‘notable’ skill—

To rule, to be recognized, to eat

She had to show herself as so much more than any other, and she welcomed it too.

Her ear perked to the sound of a sword swinging down. She smiled again, and stood, and her horn caught the blade.

She jerked her left hand leftward, and the chain bound to her wrist whipped before her to catch the head of a spear at a link—a spear that had been pointed at her heart. The oni then raised her right hand as quickly. For this, she took part of the right wrist-chain into her palm, brought her hand backward—

And, she swung that chain out and around herself in sudden and blinding black, grinning wildly. It moved faster than human eyes could really see—like a darting wasp across those eyes, and suddenly all smoke cleared and fire had died in an instant.

And, in an instant, seven humans were severed around her by their waists.

Their corpses fell, and their blood would feed the crop.

Kasen tugged her right chain taught, and there it went slack. In quiet ecstasy, she dragged its links over her tongue.

This little twist truly never lost its luster. Thinking this, the oni dropped her hands and walked past the half-spearman fallen before her. The screams surrounding her threw shivers throughout her skin. Glee.

Ibaraki Kasen, seeking the honor of being known “Ibaraki-douji” to call herself the blossomed and greatest pride of her house, was the fresh-faced picture of brutal oni, just less than a hundred years of age, and boundless in ambition.

She moved, she trudged, she muttered—

I saw scales fall
From the maiden’s face
And how she wept, alas!

She had powdered her face.
Only powder, I tell you.
And her face was now falling off!

Her skin only seemed to be skin.
It broke like a plate.
We saw behind her eyes...
Hm? What’s that?”

As she approached the end of the paddy she’d been standing in, she realized she had been looking nowhere in particular as she’d walked. Now, she looked up to see a young human boy. A teenage boy. Another, littler boy was standing behind a home and watching. Dripping from water and blood, and blackened from ash, Ibaraki Kasen continued to walk to the teenage boy petrified on the ground, glancing between him and what was likely a brother.

An arrow flew down toward her neck. She pinched it from the air, eyed backward to whence it came, and tossed it back whence it came, so quickly piercing the neck of an archer who had climbed atop a roof to take that shot. The archer’s gurgling pleas played out now as Kasen stopped before the older boy and looked down on him, inexpressive. She looked into his paled, sweating face.

“Aah,” she said hollowly, “was I not the luckiest demon, to find a pocket of air just in time. Fires are truly, truly terrible.”

She waited a moment in silence before she softly added, “But humans persevere.”

She looked toward the younger boy.

She was feeling hungry. Spiritually, she was very full with the wealth of fear come now into her. But, the sight and taste of blood were just too bolstering.


[] Swiftly kill the older boy.

[] Talk with the older boy for now.

[] Call out to the younger boy for now.


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Warning, warning, lewd pink on the loose!
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[She – Silent Hill (Yamaoka Akira)]

“You don’t look the persevering sort,” Kasen remarked. The boy continued to say nothing. “Not the type for good conversation, either.”

She waited a moment. She absently scratched at the tip of her nose and, slowly, began to frown.

“... What do you think is going to happen if you don’t keep the smile on an oni’s face?” she asked him, and met his eyes then.

He only stared back.

And now, Kasen began to snarl.

Boy...” she growled, “is that your brother behind that house?”

Briefly, the boy looked to the hiding child.

“You want to give him more to cry over? Stand. Up.”

With eyes wide the boy, trembling, got to his hands and knees. Slowly, he got to his feet.

Look at me,” she demanded, and the boy brought his tear-filled eyes from the dirt to her own hard stare.

“I can smell the steel you’re carrying...” she whispered. “Now take the knife from where you’re hiding it, and challenge me.”

He put his hand over his chest, over his robes. He gripped the handle of something.

“You’re going to die,” Kasen told him, “and I won’t let you etch a coward’s death into the eyes of your kin.”

Now, he looked at her with rage in his eyes.

And, she began to smile.

“Aye, aye, good...” she whispered, flexing her fingers, “don’t forget your fear of monsters—face it.”

Those tears in his eyes broke over, and roaring he came at her.

With a warm smile, she accepted his charge, arms wide.

... In the Ninth Century...
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“Youkai Mountain”, then “Yatsugatake”, was ruled by the might of ogres.

In the land of fantasy, in the dark region known as “Gensokyo”, blood would often run through the fields, rivers, and hills.

It was the truest and highest realm of youkai.

However, youkai cannot exist without humans’ terror—humans’ blood and flesh, yes, but always and most importantly their terror.

In terror, humanity still stepped foot in this place.

And, honorably, they fought against the monsters that had settled there.

It was a world of give and take; a world of simplicity and honesty.



Three great hearts would be born into this world, and those same three would shatter it:

One child, “Ibaraki no Kasen”,

Another child, “Yakumo Yukari”,

And, she who brought the other two to new life: the first and fourth king, “Ibuki no Suika”.


The boy uttered this now that his knife’s blade was caught in the oni’s hand.


Not a command, but a plea. Begging. For the knife had truly been caught. Presently, the oni held it and looked back at him.

He repeated his wish incessantly. He had fought as best as he could—that would be: not well at all. He had nothing in his movements indicating practice with a blade. He had nothing in his head, it seemed, of exorcism. The conclusion Kasen found was thus simple to come to.

As if it were a twig, Kasen snapped the steel blade, and at once it looked as if the boy’s knees gave out.

Kasen watched after him, and watched how in spite of this he stood once again.

He let out a guttural screech and threw his hands at her neck.

She could not drop her smile. He could not drop his grasp—

With everything he had, he tried to strangle the neck of an oni.

Smoothly, slowly, Kasen put her hand against his chest.

—She pushed him back.

He stumbled horribly, forced to let her go, and he tried to right his footing—tried to come back at her again.

His self-ruined face—Kasen grabbed at it with her other hand. She kept him at that length.

She smiled at him warmly, and glanced back at the boy’s brother.

“... That’s right,” she said, and she vanished there.

The boy fell to the earth. He came to realize the ordeal was over all at once. He dug his nails through the fallen shards of his broken weapon, and he wept. Shaking terribly, he cried on as his brother ran to him—as his fellow farmers came to him. He wept as the oni watched on from afar, perched in a peach tree at the base of Yatsugatake.

“...” She had lost her smile.

“...” She looked backward, and upward. The Mountain was waiting for her.

How long has it been...? she thought. She rummaged through her bloodied clothing and began to stand up on the branch she’d come to. Finding what she was looking for, she drew it out:

A tightly woven, and rather thin rope. Tied onto its length were the circle-shapes of several sword guards. There were great teeth, and a few curved bones. There were the sashes of priests, and there were many flowers as well. Whatever odd she could find; whatever trophy she could take—she had tied it to the string. She found the weak guard of the knife she had just destroyed as well, taking it from behind one of her shackles. She plucked a fiber loose, and used it to claim this newest memory.

She put a hand to her hip and looked over her spoils, all.

This should be enough, shouldn’t it?

Will they have heard of me, too?

She smirked.

I can smell that Suika’s home...

Yuugi... Touka...

Her face began to warm.

She looked once again at the farmer boy she had teased.

... It had been a whim, but she was glad that she had spoken to him. He was not a warrior, and yet he’d found himself on a battlefield...

Usually, they all ran when she descended. In the high of battle, she would’ve usually killed a straggler like him on the spot, or...

Straggling...? ... Was that some normal thing to do? She couldn’t remember... There were many dead men, and many dead women, she had made until now. Surely, she had killed some who could not fight as well. But, she would not kill those who would not fight... And, she could not kill someone’s family before their eyes, if that death were to become meaningless.

With a smile to herself, Kasen stashed her treasures away.

... If humans could not understand how one should feel for family, she would show them that.

Her family was here.

Ibaraki Kasen took a peach from the tree, took a bite from it, and vanished again. Her direction: the mountain top.



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[kamigami ~ The Gensokyo The Gods Loved~ – Jazz Funk Vol. 1 (thj.quartet)]

A breeze flowed cool through innumerable trees, and up and over an immodest village. The rooftops were fit with gold and jade shingles. The walkways were set with immaculate onyx and marble stones. Overhead, crows flitted about carrying news and messages. A troupe of turtles carried a long pipe toward a waterway. Youkai, of all kinds, made merry and made business. Clothwork, inking paper, crafting... and then there were the oni. The oni, who ruled, now directed, watched, played, and made business too.

Their kingdom, crowned at the top, carried on to all parts of The Mountain. Giants’ breweries sat in the west, and breeding grounds for sake bugs sat to the south. In the north, where there was a road to the Sanzu River, there was a segment of meditative guards fit to fight back any lurking spirits. East... down east, humans, and the Lake could be found.

And, Underground there was Hell.

Suika, carried by her friend (who let her sit on a shoulder), was now drinking again and considering Hell as they approached Heaven (or, just “the top of the Mountain”). Vengeful spirits had been spotted over the last few nights... it was the responsibility of her sister, Touka, to manage them now. Ordinarily, kishin were sent below and did enough to help manage the blazing fires et al that needed managing to continue a healthy cycle of death, but perhaps there was some missed spot... Not unthinkable. So, Touka was fit to do. It worried the king, however... vengeful spirits were a truly detestable blight toward youkai-kind. Although, she did not worry much. Or rather, her spirits were too high at the thought of what today would bring.

The night before, they had celebrated for the news that one of their sisters, the pride of the Ibaraki, would be returning. Suika wondered: would that Ibaraki be more worldly now? Suika herself had not explored much of the lands beyond the Mountain... she had gone to her birthplace and namesake, Mount Ibuki, and she had rampaged a great deal throughout Yamato to the benefit of a powerful reputation... but she had had a goal in mind. She had not rampaged too long, and she’d returned soon to rampage, too, on the Mountain, taking the crown before Yuugi then kicked it from her hand, and demanded they share it.

Now Ibara—no, Kasen’s reputation preceded her. While a little disagreeable to Suika, Kasen had evidently carved a path of blood along with needed fear. It made her impressive... Soon, the crown would need to be shared among three. Likely, thought Suika as the image of Touka came to her mind, the crown would be placed atop four heads in fact.

Yuugi had brought it up too: they would almost certainly be fighting today. Touka had left the party the night before to prepare exactly for that Yuugi wagered. Yuugi told her fellow ruler, “Touka’s absolutely going to blind us and remember, Suika: our Kasen fixes to murder!” and she’d laughed. It was certainly true though. Touka used all means, their more vicious friend and sister Kasen... to tussle with her always brought to mind the image of a human tussling with a wolf. Rule could not be given to them easily, and they would not easily take it.

Suika smiled and shivered.

On Yuugi’s opposite shoulder, the one who wanted to be called Merry sat awkwardly and quietly, using the shoulder as if it were a legged chair and pushing her hands stiffly into her dress. Suika watched her curiously.

Would Kasen know where Merry hailed from?

Suika fiercely shook her head. All beings of thought had curiosity, but curiosity was no excuse to betray the trust of a friend—or, a to-be-sworn friend. Merry would need to tell her where she was from herself.

The smoke and smells of the main village came across to the senses of all three. Two looked up to the crows and wolves—to the tengu now spotting them. Looking around, one could see spiders—tsuchigumo eyeing the landscape. She forgot... were they planning for some new architecture?

She looked up past treetops and through mist. Near the very highest point of the mountain was a pair thrones, and a crowd of youkai waiting before it.

Back to work, huh...

It was time to go back to the business of rule.

[] Go find Merry a place to stay in the village, for now.

[] Take Merry with you as you go to sit on the throne near Heaven.

[] Take Merry with you as you go to see Touka in Hell.
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I don't recall, did the Fourth Deva get a name in Touhou canon?
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>She sang and threw down with one Ibaraki-douji
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