Remilia's POV
Darn.
The winds are blowing the clouds away. Ugh. So much for an outdoor tea break.
Screw the sun.
"Sakuya, bring my tea into the mansion," I stretched my wings while she bowed and began shifting the Victorian tableware onto her circular, silver tray. Come to think of it, I've never seen her without it. She's pretty capable for a puny human. If not, I'd have to eat her.
I made my way back into the mansion as the disgusting rays of sunlight hit my head. I could feel the heat burning into my skull and the smell of smoke emitting from my hair. I began to quicken my pace. 500-years of training, and I still melt at the tiniest, most insignificant ultra-violet ray.
"Sakuya!" I snapped. "Parasol! Now!"
Sakuya hurried over with the tray full of madeleines and tea while ordering the other maids to clear up the table behind her. It was a swift operation, and in a second she was next to me, parasol in one hand, tray on another.
But she could be faster.
"Sakuya, what's the time?" I adjusted my hat while walking into the mansion.
"It's 11:45am, Mistress," She said firmly, yet humbly. She tried to catch up with every step I took, while balancing madeleines and tea and closing the parasol. I tilted my head back and glanced at her lazily. Tell me something that convinces me why I should continue to believe a simple human like you is worthy of serving to me again.
"The laundry is done, the mansion has been cleaned, the garden has been weeded and the library has been left alone due to Miss Patchouli's refusal to clean her scrolls and books. Your room has been done up by me personally, and Miss Meiling's and her henchmen's wages have been cleared for this month." She stated, remaining pokerfaced.
Meh. I walked up the stairwell towards the library with disdain.
Patchouli, you dirty girl.
I stopped in my tracks and faced my slave with dust-colored hair. My face was at her chest level. I squinted, and stepped back. After all these years, it seems like I haven't grown a damn inch.
"Laundry, huh? Was there… was there any stretch marks or loose buttons?" I quipped. Out of curiosity. Somehow I couldn't stop staring at her chest. Again. I frowned.
"No, Mistress. Ever since I got here, you've been asking that every week, is there something wrong with the processes of washing your garments that you want to be changed?" She asked, still handling the tray with one palm, with her stupid normal sized boobs. She caught me glancing and touched her collar. She raised her eyebrows.
Ugh, Remilia, stop staring- why the hell does mine look so flat? She's like, 480 years younger than me! This is so unfair!
I could feel my face burning. And I was already out of the freakin' sun.
I turned away and walked briskly past Koakuma, who was arranging books amidst the hundreds of ancient, baroque-styled bookshelves.
"Go and make preparations in my room so I can continue my tea. I've got things I want to talk to Patchouli about." I cleared my throat and shook off my envy. Ridiculous. I'm 480 years more powerful than she will ever be anyway. Regardless of my chest size.
"Yes, Mistress. Will there be anything else you need?" She bowed, with her free hand on one of her boobs which made it contrast and look even bigger-
"You know what to do, it's about time for Flan's lunch," I replied curtly, and flashed a smirk.
Yes. I purposely sent her to Flan. She can't escape that demonic, hellish duty even if she had bigger breasts.
She backed away and went off to her duties when I walked towards the only mahogany study table in the middle of the entire library, where I knew where Patchouli would be. I stretched my wings and flapped them for good measure, when dust from everywhere attacked my eyes and throat.
"Remi, is that you? I hear coughing and swearing again." Patchouli walked out from the darkness amongst the bookshelves and was, nevertheless, holding a book. "You know, I did warn you countless times about not flapping your wings here." She stated matter-of-factly offered me her handkerchief.
"Patchy, I'll do what I want. I still don't understand why you choose to stay in such a filthy place. At least dust the area," I took it and wiped my dust-collated tears. Returning it to her, I swatted dust away from my face. "A few million times ought to do it."
Patchouli tutted and went on about some old scrolls having words that would fade away at the tiniest movement of air. Blah blah blah blah. I yawned, and decided that I would probably be better off in my room munching on madeleines and watching Hong Meiling prance around at the front gate. She could be so amusing at times.
"That's why, Remi, for the next century, don't ever ask me to clean the library again. You heard that, didn't you, Remi? Remi?" She waved her book in my face. I wrinkled my nose. Ugh, dust. Oh, I almost forgot, I came to this dreaded place for a specific reason.
"Patchy, could you make yourself useful and find out how to grow boobs?"
My very first touhou fanfiction, please have mercy 8'D and leave some feedback please? :)