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[x] I demanded to know more.
I steeled my nerves. Even I knew better than to confront her directly if I had other options.
“Then you should start from the beginning.”
Reimu sighed, long and heavy. “There’s not much to say. You two got drunk out of your skulls, someone egged you,” she pointed at me, “into confessing. A ‘test of courage,’ I think. Someone else goaded you,” she pointed to Byakuren now, “into accepting.”
I narrowed my eyes. “And Tojiko?”
Reimu groaned. “What about her?”
I huffed. “She wouldn’t have just discarded our time together. Would she?”
“What do you want? It was a party. She didn’t drink as much as either of you two,”—Byakuren flinched at that—“But she still got blitzed.”
I held my tongue. It seemed I’d need to get the story from Tojiko herself.
“Ah, um. Excuse me, Reimu.” Byakuren massaged her forehead. “There’s something I don’t understand.”
“Spit it out.”
“I don’t remember any ceremony.”
“Like I said, you both got wasted.”
“Yes, well. That’s just the thing. Leaving aside that I wouldn’t do that, we should have been incapable of performing our parts, right?”
“Yeah, duh. That’s the whole problem!”
Byakuren and I both flinched.
“It was barely a ceremony, okay? I said a few lines and asked if you both wanted to be together and stay loyal and all that crap.” She stood up, stomping a few paces away. “The tengu, the tsukumogmai, that vampire brat… everyone laughed their heads off!”
She sighed, spirits deflating. “I thought it was funny, too. But now…” She turned around, staring Byakuren dead in the eyes. Then turned her gaze to me.
“Look, I’m not expecting you to kiss or get all lovey-dovey. I just…” She hunched over. “It’s bound to hit the papers soon, if it hasn’t already.” We both paled at that. “Everyone knows where this is going. The one really good, non-exorcising ceremony I perform this year, and it’s all just one big joke.”
I stepped up, but Byakuren cut me off. “You’d rather it end in conflict?”
Reimu rubbed her brow. “I don’t know, okay? I’m still not cancelling it. Not yet. I…”
Byakuren and I watched her straighten back up. “How about this? If you go along with it, just for a little while, I…”
She turned red. Her mind twisted itself in knots, her desires moving too quickly to follow.
Well, too quick to follow with any real precision, anyway. “I’ll do one favor for each of you.”
Byakuren wanted that. She set her cup aside. “Reimu, what do you mean by ‘go along with it?’”
“Just act like you enjoy each other’s company. Be seen with each other every now and then. Make it look like you have a comfortable relationship.”
I tapped my chin, wishing I had my shaku with me. “How long?”
“I don’t know, a month?”
[ ] I haggled her down. (How long.)
[ ] I negotiated terms. (Ground rules, her favor, etc.)
[ ] I consoled her.
[ ] I refused.
[ ] Write-in.
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