When everything is traced to its origin, we know what causes what. Everything can be explained, eventually, if you go back far enough. Nothing is down to simple chance and tricks of the mind such as fate or destiny.
The more important question is, why not?
“Just leave me alone. All I ever wanted was some peace and quiet.”
“You and me both, Ambrose.”
Cracking an eyelid open, you can see Reimu kneeling besides you. She looks worried. Unusually so.
“...mrbl- meds...mmr rabbit...” she mumbles as she gets up, pulling the sliding doors open and getting some much needed fresh air into the room.
“... was I sleep talking again?” you ask,
“You were,” she replies, moving over to the other open door, “Look, Ambrose, if you’re not planning on throwing yourself off the hills or going after the fairies today, please...”
Reimu? She never really looked so, ________ before.
“Please go and see Eirin about these nightmares, for your own sake.”
HAH. See what you’ve done now? You’ve scared her now, overly-emotional little fool you are. If you are as intelligent as you claim, I sincerely pray that you’ll find a way to keep this charade-
“Erhm... please, Reimu... don’t worry too much for me,” you hazard, pulling the covers off, “I’ll be alright, okay?”
She rounds on you, the widest frown you’ve seen to date stretching across her face,
“Please, Ambrose. As your host, I have to make sure... I-if not for your sake, then do it for me,” she grabs your outstretched hand, ”I won’t ask you again,” the oracle whispered, “I mean... I don’t mind if it’sokay with you?”
She’s closer. She hasn’t tied her hair up yet, those brownish locks framing that worried face of hers.
“Ambrose. Don’t give me that look. Did you space out again?”
She’s kneeling beside you. Her soft hand on yours. Hands. Close. Her eyes so curious. B-back up a bit damnit, you’re not supposed to- too close! S-she shouldn’t really, I mean, shesheshe’s just going to tak-
“You okay? Do you have a fever-”
Reimu grips her hand carefully as her eyes widen.
Your free hand is stinging as you back up against the wall. You’re breathing heavily, crap, why is your heart beating so fast right now? What the hell? Why is she on the other side of the room? She’s halfway to rising again, hesitant as she watches you, her eyes focused on yours.
Oh crap, you just slapped her hand away. Apologise!
“I... whu... buh,” you fumble, unable to control the chattering of your teeth, “Just... I-I don’t know what happened-“
“It’s alright,” she says, “Just... just go see Eirin before it gets too bad, okay?”
Reimu left the room several minutes ago to make a start on her chores. You're still sitting on top of your futon, clenching and unclenching your hands.
As much as she’s correct, you’d still prefer not to go. Think of the breakthroughs you can make with those spells if you buckled down and got on with it. Hmph, frankly, you suspect yourself of being rather irrational in your worry, overemotional even. Yes, overemotional.
Spare me the indignation, you are merely proving my point.
If you look at it logically, you’ve had great leaps of intuition from all those memories you’ve been having. You’ve actually made good progress on regaining your magic since you started remembering things. I daresay you could work out the tables by memory if you just thought about it more. Yes, easily, if you simply let me-
You’re not convinced.
Must I argue with you about the validity of this all? We waste her time and her gift with every second we spend on this farcical act you are maintaining.
You’re having a conversation with yourself. Something is not right here. When did this start?
Why are you arguing witYou’re hiding. Running, Ambrose. Why are you running? You’re delaying the inevitable. Fine, waste your precious time.
Hmm? What were you... thinking about? Something about seeing a doctor?
Ye-es, that’s about right; Reimu asked you to go and see Eirin, Reisen’s master.
Speaking of which, you hope Reimu’s not too ticked off at you right now for wasting too much time thinking about it. Get dressed, get dressed...
Well. The best way to find the doctor, you conclude, is to follow the rabbit. There is a popular story about following well dressed rabbits... you can’t quite remember it. Something about being late?
It’s midday, and the village marketplace is slowing down at the moment as the morning crowd trickles away to sort out lunch and other such things. Many of the stall owners are hurrying about, rearranging their wares or hastily attending to their own needs before the rush. Watchmen laze about in the shade, their assorted hats and helmets resting carelessly by spear point as they while away the time with some cards.
It’s much easier to navigate around the square, with the much diminished crowds now floating away from the stalls. But this does not surprise you. The real surprise would be the lack of well dressed rabbits in the marketplace. In fact, Reisen’s usual spot is vacant and unclaimed at the moment. Not even an 'out to lunch' sign and the umbrella, usually open and providing some respite from the sun, is closed tight.
“Mr Ambrose?” The lady at the next stall is waving at you. “If you’re looking for Reisen, I’m afraid she hasn’t turned up this morning.”
“Is that so?” you grumble,
“It is so. She’s probably at home, poor thing,” the lady tosses a few coins to you, which you catch deftly, “If you see her, tell her she missed a really grateful customer this morning, wanted to give her a tip.”
Well, this limits your possible avenues for advancement today. Perhaps Miss Keine has some good information on her whereabouts then.
“... and so I was wondering if you’d know of anyone willing to help me find her.”
Keine’s fingers drum over the desk as she thinks,
“Well, I know someone who can get you close enough to Eientei without fail.”
“Excellent. Who are they and how soon can we be off?”
The schoolteacher beckons for you to sit. You do so.
“I must warn you beforehand,” she begins, gazing right into your eyes, “Fujiwara no Mokou can easily get you to Eientei. I cannot however, guarantee that she’ll be the safest guide there.”
Safest guide? “May I ask, why is there a question of safety?”
“Well, the bamboo forest around the mansion is incredibly thick,” Keine begins, beginning to draw a diagram on the blackboard behind her, “Few paths through the forest are clear enough to travel for more than two days before they get overgrown, with no real landmarks to indicate the way deeper into the forest. In addition many wild youkai and beasts wander throught he forest and they’re certainly quite dangerous if you were alone, plus there are the innumerable pit traps dug around the forest by the rabbits to protect themselves from the beasts. With so much danger, that is why it is called the Bamboo Forest of the Lost.”
She finishes the last label with a flourish, setting the chalk down,
“Mokou has travelled around the thicket long enough that she is more or less certain of her direction, most of the time. However, she is a mortal enemy of the lady of Eientei, Kaguya-hime. And I do not think that the princess will let her get too close to her home without good reason, much less stay with you until your business is concluded, leaving you stranded in the bamboo forest without a guide.
As such I think it is safe to say that, until she permits you to leave, should you go to Eientei, you could be a guest of Kaguya for quite some time.”
“I see. May I ask a little about the lady of Eientei?”
Keine’s eyes droop a little, “Uhm... well, I haven’t really talked with her much. I do know however, that she is an exiled princess from the moon.”
Silence passes between the two of you.
You rub your aching temples, “... exiled moon princess?”
“I suppose she is princess of a kingdom of Lunarians?”
“Weeeeell, technically, it is not a fully fledged kingdom, being presided over by a lord, much in the way of a traditional feudal manner. In a sense, it’s not really a kingdom as much as it is a state or province, one with its own sovereignty... there is a sort of precedent in it being similar to one of the provinces of Japan, if you were to look at it like-“
Oh dear. Is... is this a lecture?
Why are you nodding so attentively?
Keine has dug up a few tattered old textbooks and a pair of reading glasses from a drawer somewhere, and is scribbling away at the board, filling it with diagrams, timelines and convoluted family trees.
“- it was then, you see, that Lord Tsukuyomi left for the moon, setting up a heavenly palace and city, away from what some would call the filth of the earth. Which brings us to around the Isolation Period of the Lunar Capital-“
She doesn’t look like she’s going to stop any time soon.
Much, much later, still nodding away politely as Keine finishes with her impromptu history class, she is finally coming to a conclusion, finishing the last set of diagrams with a rough sketch of Princess Kaguya.
“- and so, that is how she came to be here in Gensokyo. I still think that she retains her title. Though, I think it would be appended to reflect her status as a princess in exile. Whether or not she remains in the line of succession is unknown to me.”
“... how interesting.”
Keine smiles at you as she adjusts her reading glasses slightly, “It’s always a pleasure to teach something new, Ambrose.” She looks outside, slightly surprised at the resurgent crowds, “My, where did the time go?”
“I suspect she’s made a right fool of us again,” you suggest, checking your watch (3.12 PM), “Is there still time to catch Ms Fujiwara perhaps?”
Keine’s hands shoot up to cover her mouth, “I nearly forgot about that.”
She leads you over to the door, “If you’d like, I can go and get her right now.”
[x] Go and see Mokou right away.
 This can wait a while; you’re not quite- No more waiting, get on with it.
“Yes, that’d be a good idea,” you mumble, rubbing your head again, “Where is she by the way?”
This tavern again. Apart from the occasional glance towards you in mild curiosity, most of the people here are simply whiling away the rest of the day, sharing a few jokes or discussing various things over a drink and snacks. A few of them nod at Keine, with acknowledgements like 'Good-day to you sensei' and so forth.
Which of course, brings both you and Keine towards the counter, where a white haired young woman is lazing away, puffing a cigarette absentmindedly. Keine taps the woman’s shoulder urgently, grabbing her attention,
“Mmmph? Whaddya want- Keine?“
Turning on the stool slightly, Mokou is giving you the once over, paying special attention to your hair. She shakes her head in disbelief,
“Aww no. Heeeeeell no. Keine, I’m not interested, okay?” she mumbles embarrassedly, tapping her cigarette ashes into a small dish, “Doesn’t matter who it is, I just don’t- just no. It’s nice of you, really, but I’m not looking right... right now.”
Keine’s head tilts slightly, “What are you talk... Oh.” She giggles, patting Mokou on the back gently, “He’s not here for you; he needs your help getting to Eientei.”
Mokou’s eyes narrow and her shoulders tense slightly, much like she is on edge; her red eyes seem to smoulder as she stubs the cigarette into the dish,
“Is he going to see the brat?” she growls,
“No, he’s looking for the Doctor,” Keine continues, “He’s been told to consult with her on a personal illness.”
This still doesn’t put her at ease, but she seems slightly less tense. She fumbles around in her trouser pockets for her pack of cigarettes, lighting one with a little flame from her fingertips, taking a single puff as she leans back against the bar,
“Well then, if it's just a little sickness, he can wait for Reisen to come into town. I don’t intend on dragging a half-and-half over there right now. That little bitch’ll gloat if I head back so quickly.”
Keine looks somewhat disappointed, “Really? You won’t even consider it?”
“Nope. Poor guy’ll have to wait or something,” Mokou shrugs, “It ain’t that urgent, right?”
The white-haired woman seems unwilling to guide you, based on her enmity for Kaguya. She doesn’t seem to hate the doctor or Reisen. It must be a strictly personal feud of some kind then, not the messy clan-wide sort of affair you were given to believe.
That trick with the fire, is she an elementalist? No obvious focus used either; you can’t see any rings on her fingers or hear any sort of incantation. She just lit the cigarette with a snap of her fingers. That is sheer magical power for sure. Probably wouldn’t want to get on her bad side, maybe not until you know better.
 Intimidate Probably not the best idea.
Nevermind. We’ll find another way.