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It was fucking hot.

The girl staring out the window was consumed by this thought. Sure, it may have been the middle of summer, but it seemed like the sun was trying as hard as it possibly could to melt her into a puddle. Two weeks with out rain, and not a cloud in sight either to offer even the briefest chance at some shade.

This was the last week before the end of summer vacation. Little miss procrastination, however, still had not started her summer homework. Nothing new there, mind you. It simply bears mentioning because this is why--currently anyways--the lovely prisoner was being forced to endure the ungodly heat in her home instead of seeking out cooler locales. Her parents were on a huge ‘energy saving’ kick, which meant that they ran the air conditioner sparingly, and only in one room. That one room not being her bedroom.

“God damn. Why’s it gotta be so hot?” The young woman griped to no one in particular, her chin resting on the window sill, arms hanging limply at her side. Even with the fan blowing on her, she was still overwhelmingly warm. With the window open, there was always the slightest hope for a breeze to come and help cool her. Luck had not been on her side today. Not that any had been anymore forthcoming over the past week, either.

She sighed again. Maybe she should just do the homework already. It’s not like there was that much to do... right? Then her mom would let her go out and the heat would be a thing of the past as she went to the mall, ice skating rink, or hell, even the LIBRARY would be preferable to here. And she hated the library. Turning her head on its side, she stared at her desk. Mounds of paper and textbooks were strewn haphazardly across its surface were a painful reminder of just how much homework she had been given. Extra because she was behind in several classes, extra-extra because of some stupid fight the day before summer vacation started. Her face screwed up in distain over the memory and the fact of how much homework was still left to do. Sighing again, for the umpteenth time in as many minutes, she decided that surmounting Mt. Everest would be a far more simple task than completing that monstrous assault of homework. No, staring out the window, hoping for a passing breeze... That was the logical thing to do. There was no way that she could even put a dent in that over the week span that she had left.

If it were only a few degrees cooler, she mused, this would be the perfect weather for napping.

As her mind lazily turned, focusing on nothing in particular, a voice called out from downstairs.

“MOKOU! Your father and I are going out for a bit! I expect you to have some of that homework done by the time that we get back, or else you’re grounded for ANOTHER week. Understood?”

Visibly agitated at the thought of losing yet another week of freedom to this accursed pile of paper, Mokou called back, “Yeah, I gotcha mom.”
“Good.” Her mother called back.

Mokou just stuck her tongue out at her bedroom door.

“I HEARD that, young lady!”

Mokou jumped in shock and glanced around her room. Did sticking out one’s tongue make a noise like on Anime? She really hoped not, otherwise there could be quite a few problems. Well, not to horribly many. Just the occasional inconvenience. Still annoying though.

Turning her attention back to the window, Mokou remained immobile until she heard the family car start. ‘Oh? What’s this?’ she thought to herself. If her parents were using the car, that meant that they were going somewhere that they couldn’t walk to which meant...

As soon as the car was safely out of sight she was off on her bike. If she hurried she could make it to the corner store and back before anyone was the wiser. With the last of her allowance, she should be able to get 6 boxes of popsicles. Sure she’d have to hide them in that old freezer in the shack behind her house, but it’d be better to have them around for cooling off than to not have them at all. Of course, that counted on her not eating all 6 boxes in one sitting.

Sweet bliss. That’s what the air conditioning felt like to the sweltering girl. Truly, air conditioning was mankind’s greatest achievement, the penultimate invention. While she was loathe to leave this delightfully cool environment, every moment she wasted in the store was a moment that her parents could return home to find her absent. There was no way that would end well.

After making her selections, two boxes of cherry popsicles with four other assorted flavors, she proceeded towards the check out counter. The girl was paying little attention to her surroundings, far too enamored with the contents of the boxes was she. Scarcely had the bill been paid when Mokou ripped open one of the boxes and began sucking on the icy delights contained within.


So engrossed in the delicious icy treat as she left the convenience store that she didn’t notice the girl barreling down on her. The two collided in a loud thud, sending both parties sprawling to the ground.

“Ow! Why doncha watch where yer going?!”

The girl who had run into Mokou was already on her feet and bowing deeply. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Mokou pulled herself up to her feet, eyeing this girl. Long grayish-blue hair, ratty and tangled, a blue one piece dress, dirty and tattered. This girl looked like she had been homeless for quite some time, or was just involved in some sort of fight.

“Oi. You ok? You look all torn up.” Mokou eyed the girl as she stood up. Some scrapes and bruises on her face, slightly obscured by dirt and debris. The girl’s eyes opened wide.

“Oh. No, no, no, nothing like that! I.. I err... Haven’t...” The girl was looking around in a frightened manner.

“What’s yer name?”

“Eh? Oh uh... Keine, I guess you can call me that.” The girl’s frightened manner became more frantic, “I’m sorry, I really have to go!” She vanished around the corner of the building just as three blond girls came around the corner of the block. They looked around rather mechanically before taking notice of Mokou. The head of the trio addressed Mokou as the trio drew near.

“Hello, human.” her glassy eyes betrayed no emotion, “We have been looking for an escapee who should have run past this position. Have you seen our target?”

“Eh? Whatcha on about?” Mokou examined the girls closer. Their features seemed almost... wooden. Any movements they made were highly mechanical and stiff... it was really quite bizarre.

“See, this is why I should talk! You always mess things up!” one of the trio, who all had the same long blonde hair, and long blue dress, pushed up to the front. The only difference between this girl and the last is that she had blue eyes, compared to the green eyes of the first. “We’re looking for a runaway. She probably came this way. You seen her?”

“Oh! Why didn’t you say so. She ran off that way.” Mokou pointed to an alleyway across the street. “Grimy looking girl with long grey-blue hair, right? That away.”

Mokou figured the girl was eyeing her suspiciously, not that she could tell with those frozen features and dead eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Tch. Yer pissin me off.” Mokou got right up into the face of the girl, causing her to draw back. “If I said she went that way. She went that way. Or do we have a problem?”

“N-no. Right. That way girls!” The trio retreated hastily and quickly vanished down the alleyway.

Mokou sighed. ‘Really. What a bother...’ She watched as the girls continued running straight down the alley. Once out of sight, Mokou called out. “Oi. They’re gone. You can come out now.”

The sound of shuffling and a garbage can being knocked over echoes out from next to the convenience store before the dirtied Keine appeared. “Th... thank you.” The girl started bowing deeply again.

“Oi. OI! Knock that off. I didn’t do it entirely for yer benefit. Someone’s gotta pay for those.” Mokou pointed at the ground where just a few moments before her Popsicles had been. The space was strangely vacant. “Eh?! Where’d they go?”

“Ha~ Ha~ They’re ours no~w!”

Mokou quickly turned her head to see several kids snacking away on HER popsicles. The barefoot girl in a blue dress smeared almost black beneath the grime had four shoved in her mouth at once. The one next to her in a torn brown dress called out again in her sing-song voice.

“Thank you for the delicious treats lady~” She pulled down an eye while the blue one turned around and slapped her ass a couple of times.

“Knock it off! I got her bike! Let’s go!” A green haired girl wrapped up in some sort of plastic bag cape ran past with Mokou’s bike. The brats all jumped onto it while a girl with dirty blonde hair ran along behind.

“Waaaaa! Wait for Rumia! Wait for Rumia!”

Mokou stood there in shock as her bike vanished with the three girls. “Oh that is IT. If I catch those brats, they’re DEAD.”

Keine stopped Mokou before she could run off. “You almost forgot your bag.”

“Huh? Oh. Thanks. GET BACK HERE YOU BRATS!” Mokou ran off after the kids who had stolen her bike.

While Mokou never saw it, a knowing smile passed across Keine’s face as she watched the other girl chase off after her bike.


Several hours later, Mokou climbed the hill that lead towards her home. Next to her was her severely damaged bike. While she hadn’t caught up to those kids, she did catch up to her bike. ‘Damn brats. If I ever see them again...’ her fist shook ruefully.

As she crested the hill her spirits sank. There in the driveway was the family car, which meant that she hadn’t beat her parents back. If she was lucky, which she doubted given the way her day had gone, they had just gotten back and she could sneak in. No one would be the wiser, if she was lucky. Well, she had to try anyway. Nothing ventured, nothing gained and similar such bullshit.

Her plan involved dumping her bike in the neighbors yard, which would be the most damning evidence that she left if caught. It wouldn’t be much trouble if it was found by the neighbors, which it shouldn’t be. Kaguya’s family was on vacation, and they weren’t due back for some time. Too bad, really.

Fishing the key out of its secret spot was little trouble at all. The gate opened silently. ‘Thank goodness for small miracles.’ Mokou’s heart was about ready to jump out of her chest. Just as silently, the gate was closed behind her. Both she and the bike made haste to the back yard where the bike was dumped behind the shed. Now all she had to do was get over the wall and into her yard. ‘Piece of cake, right?’

The wall was tall enough to require jumping and climbing to get over it. Mokou was about half way over the fence when she heard her mother clear her throat. ‘Shit.’ Climbing the rest of the way over she landed and turned to face the music.

“H-hi, mom.”

“Don’t you ‘Hi mom’ me, young lady! Do you have any idea how worried your father and I were when we came home and found you missing? No note, no call, no nothing!” her mother pulled out her cell phone, “And another thing, hold on. Yes, dear. She’s home now. I caught her climbing over the fence. Yes. Yes. Hurry home.” The cell phone was retuned to the pocket it had been drawn from, “And another thing! You’re still grounded. It seems someone wants another two to three weeks of being grounded!”

Mokou opened her mouth to protest but never got the chance.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Fujiwara, but this is entirely my fault.”

Mokou’s mother turned to face the newcomer. “Ah! Kaguya-chan! I didn’t know that your family was back from vacation!”

“No ma’am, just me. My parents ended up working for most of the trip. They have to go overseas again, so I came home early. Mokou saw me when my cab pulled up and I asked her to come help me with my luggage.”

“O-oh, right, Right! You always have so much of it and those idiot cabbies never want to help.”

Kaguya giggled, “Yeah. And it’s not like they can match you in sheer brute strength!” She made a mock strongman pose. “But, I digress. She came over to help me and we got to talking. I’m afraid that we both lost track of time. She glanced out the window and saw your car. She panicked, I think. Kept going on about sneaking back into the house. I was certain that you wouldn’t be too upset if she had been helping me. Please forgive her.” Kaguya bowed deeply.

“Well.” Mrs. Fujiwara appraised both Kaguya and Mokou before replying. “Alright. If Kaguya says so, it must be true. So, you’re really back all by yourself? You have to come over for dinner then! I won’t take no for an answer, understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Kaguya bowed to Mokou’s mom once again, “Thank you for your kind hospitality. Please take care of me.”

The elder Fujiwara laughed deeply. “My, you’re always so formal aren’t you, Kaguya-chan? I wish some of it would rub off on Mokou.” She ruffled Mokou’s hair affectionately. “Maybe then we wouldn’t have to worry about her so much.”

“Mo~m!” Mokou cried in protest, swatting at her mother’s hand.

Her mom and Kaguya simply laughed.

“Well, I should be getting dinner started. I’ll explain to your father, young lady. Don’t think you’re completely off the hook. You still have that homework to finish.” Mrs. Fujiwara retreated to the kitchen leaving Kaguya and Mokou alone in the back yard.

“Hey, thanks for covering for me.”

“Not a problem. You owe me though~” Kaguya replied in a sing-song voice that caused Mokou to wince.

Kaguya’s ‘favors’ usually involved costumes. Things that Mokou would normally not be caught dead wearing. Her thoughts were interrupted as Kaguya latched onto Mokou.

“It’s so good to see you! I missed you while I was on vacation. All these nasty boys kept hitting on me and there was nobody to chase them off!”

“Oi. I keep telling ya, You gotta learn ta do this stuff for yourself. I won’t always be around to protect you.” Mokou stuck out her tongue.

“Don’t say nasty things like that.” Kaguya rubbed her face against Mokou’s arm, “You don’t really mean that... do you?”

Mokou sighed. She was defenseless against a Kaguya like this. “No, You’re right. I’ll be there for you as much as I can.”

“Yay! Oh, by the way. I did some of your homework while you were out.” She pointed up at the ladder that was once again bridging their respective rooms, “I figured your mother had levied her usual ultimatum of ‘another week of grounding’ if you didn’t finish it.”

A sour look crossed Mokou’s face.

“Oh, don’t be like that. I made sure to get enough wrong that nobody would suspect it. Besides, the Prismriver concert is the week after school starts. You know I hate going to concerts alone!”

“You just want me to come along to buy drinks and snacks.” Mokou chuckled, “otherwise you’d have a grand time by yourself.”

“Nooo~ I wouldn’t! You know I wouldn’t! And that’s not why I want you to come along. I really enjoy having someone else there with me. I really don’t think it’s that bad of an arrangement. Besides. I already got us tickets!” Kaguya fished around in her pocket looking for the tickets. “Ah! here!” she pulled them out and waved them at Mokou.

Mokou just shook her head and took one. “Alright, alright, princess. I can’t very well deny a request like that, now can I?”

A bright smile dominated Kaguya’s face as she looked up at her friend.


School came faster than Mokou was ready for. Pulling on her uniform, she grinned at how she managed to get away with wearing the boy’s uniform. Sure, the school had strict regulations, but it had never specified beyond that students were required to wear ‘a’ uniform. Though, she was quite certain, they’d try to change it even though she’d managed to grandfather clause herself in. Several of the younger students were starting to emulate her and that brought the administration and the student council no end of headaches.

‘Serves them right for leaving such a gaping loophole’ Mokou chuckled as she buttoned the shirt up, thankful for the fact that the summer uniform didn’t include a coat like many other schools did. That ungodly heat had yet to abate, and she really didn’t want the extra weight from the jacket.

Catching the time out of the corner of her eye, Mokou rushed down stairs. Swiping a piece of toast held out by her mother, and her lunch off of the counter she rushed to the entryway. Shoes on, she met Kaguya out in the street. The pair waved to Mokou’s mother as they headed off to school.

No sooner had Mokou entered the gate when she heard a familiar voice. “Oh? Trying to sneak in the back way? Shame on you~”

With out even a chance to respond Mokou felt herself tackled to the ground. She was then pulled up roughly and forced to face her tormentor.

“Remilia.” Mokou‘s voice dripped with venom.

“I’m glad to see that our little break hasn’t completely turned your brain to mush. Though you seem to have forgotten our... agreement. Your refusal to wear a proper uniform,” Remilia waved her hand at the boys uniform that Mokou was wearing, “and use the proper entrance is a blight upon our school.”

She paced back and forth under the umbrella held by her maid, Sakuya.

“I don’t recall ever ‘agreein’ to anything like that. I remember you getting Meiling here to try and beat me into agreein, but I don’t recall ever ACTUALLY agreein. So, again. Go blow it out your ass.” Mokou spat at the ground in front of Remilia.

“Hmph. Crass as always, I see. Sakuya?”

Faster than Mokou could react, Sakuya was in front of her delivering a powerful blow to Mokou’s stomach. Just as fast as she had appeared before Mokou, she was again at her lady’s side. Mokou simply grit her teeth, not giving Remilia the satisfaction of crying out.

“Oh ho. Still clinging desperately to the tough girl routine, I see.” Remilia smirked. “Well then, maybe I should get Meiling to...”

The great clock tower in the front of the school chimed loudly.

Sakuya turned her head to one side, listening to the chimes. “Mistress.”

Remilia waved her hand at Sakuya. “I’m well aware, Sakuya. It would seem that we have wasted more than enough time here today. Come, Meiling, Sakuya.” Remilia turned and started walking towards the school. Sakuya followed quickly behind while Meiling lagged behind, still holding Mokou.

“Meiling. Come. Now.” Sakuya was as curt with her words as always.

In a hushed tone, Meiling whispered to Mokou. “I.. I’m really sorry about this... Remi, I mean the Mistress means well, she just doesn’t always know how to accomplish her means. Really, I’m sorry.”


“Coming!” Meiling shouted before returning to the same hushed tones as before. “Here, have my curry bread. I didn’t know Sakuya was going to hit you, but you really shouldn’t be spitting at Remilia.” Meiling hastily shoved a wrapped piece of bread into Mokou’s pocket before dashing to keep up with Remilia and Sakuya.

‘Every time, eh, Meiling? I wonder what she’s got on you that you’ll keep serving her despite the fact you obviously don’t want to do so.’ Mokou shook her head, rubbing her sore stomach while entering the building.


No. 102364
This isn't it. There's more to come, just not right this moment. I wanted to get this started so that it was known that I'm working again. More updates soon.
No. 102370

Now go finish that one spin off from MiG. Or MiG. Jesus christ, some of us want to get that good sad end you know.
No. 102374
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>I wanted to get this started so that it was known that I'm working again.
>More updates soon.
No. 102375
>Magical Girl Firey Moko-Tan

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No. 102394

Moon Rescue~
No. 102409
I was expecting regular Mokou for this. You know, in normal Gensokyo, and whatnot. But this is good, too.
No. 102410
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Glad to see you're writing again Kira.

You were always one of my favorite writefags.
No. 102418
Magical girl fiery Mokou-tan was something that F.O.E spouted during one of kiras highschool story threads, so it's pretty natural to group it together.
Speaking of which, where exactly is the bastard?
No. 102428
's good to see you again Kira. Will you have my babies?
No. 102432
Yeah, this is a spinoff of a spinoff. Bizarre, if you think about it.
No. 102434
>greatest achievement
>the penultimate invention.
Penultimate means next to last.

Is this the first story where Kaguya and Mokou aren't being complete assholes to each other?
No. 102438
Holy crap this is awesome. Far better than my planned take on it. I'll definitely try to keep up...


Some other ones have them be loving assholes to each other. Well, I'm only sure of IPF, which mainly just hinted it, but I think one other school-related one had it as well.
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>Far better than my planned take on it. I'll definitely try to keep up.

No. Just fucking no.
No. 102448

>Holy crap this is awesome. Far better than my planned take on it. I'll definitely try to keep up...

Don't fucking do this goddammit.
No. 102449
I think they meant 'read' by 'keep up'
No. 102466

I'm not talking about the keep up part. I'm talking about the fact that he plans to do the same as Kira is doing.
No. 102512

I think he meant that he was going to write it eventually if Kira didn't.

And welcome back, Kirakishou.
No. 102604
Ok, just a couple of minor things. I'm going to try and stick to a M/W/F update schedual of this. I have some other things to attend to today, but I hope to have the rest of the 'intro' update finished by tonight. I'm also going to be deleting and re-posting this thread because of some glaring mistakes that both my editor and I missed.
No. 102612
An update schedule? Risky, to say the least.
Many writefags have tried it and failed. Well, good luck I guess.
No. 102689
Ok, new thread going up here. in a little bit. enjoy.