It was an uninteresting Gensokyan afternoon. The sun was hidden behind a patch of clouds, making it easier for creatures such as ice fairies and vampires to stay out in the sun without having to face the consequence of such actions. Remilia Scarlet, a vampire herself, wasn't concerned about this. She was pondering a topic while sitting quite comfortably on an old wooden chair, her elbows resting on the small white round table in front of her. Her silver-haired head maid happened to be walking in the hallway, carrying the laundry she had dried into the owners' respective rooms when she happened to pass the room her mistress was in. She noticed the serious look on the girl's face, and sat down the clothes on a nearby wooden bench that the smarter and stronger fairy maids recently bought for the room.
"Is something the matter, mistress?" She asked. She hoped the mistress was in a good mood; otherwise Remilia might just personally smack her for the question.
"As a matter of fact, not necessarily, but close enough," Remilia opened one eye and looked at the taller young woman. "It's about… her." The maid immediately knew who she was referring to.
"What about the young mistress?"
"Well," Remilia sighed. "She seems a bit... lonely. Sakuya, you know how the magician used to come and visit her on occasion?" Sakuya nodded.
"She's been visiting less frequently… and Flandre's being less and less social again…" A troubled look crossed the vampire's face. "I'm worried about her… I just want the best for her… I don't know how to be a good sister now. I thought I was doing the right thing… but now I'm not sure…" Remilia stopped kicking her feet. Sakuya sat down in the chair on the opposite side of the table, one of the exact same design as the other.
"What it sounds like is that the young mistress needs a new friend," Sakuya said coolly. Remilia immediately shook her head.
"Flandre would immediately rid them from this world," she shook her head.
"Perhaps we could find someone who 'can't break'," Sakuya then bit her lip. Someone who can't break? Impossible. There was no way someone like that could exist, unless they were two trouble-making immortals. Remilia must've read the look on her face well.
"You know well that a person like that couldn't exist, unless they're those two brutes of immortals…" Remilia then pondered the subject for a while. "…Do you think we could ask Patchy? Maybe she'd know something that can't break?" Sakuya nodded.
Later that same afternoon…
"Someone that can't break?" The brain of the Scarlet Devil Mansion asked the young vampire. "Well… I know of one… actually, three." Remilia growled.
"They don't count if they'd burn down the mansion," she glared at Patchouli, who laughed.
"Yes, I do know one who might not break… nor burn down your mansion." Remilia stood up from her seat immediately.
"Who!?"
"Calm down, Remi," Patchouli laughed again. Remilia pouted, and then sat down. "Her name is Koishi Komeiji. She's a satori… but she's… different than most of them." The vampire's wings twitched.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean she's not like the others." Remilia frowned.
"Patchy, this is serious," she said, folding her arms across her chest. Patchouli sighed.
"I'm sorry, Remi, I really am, it's just rare to see you this serious," she shook her head. "Anyways… she's closed her third eye, meaning she can't read your mind. But she gained another power for what she lost… the manipulation and ability to read the subconscious. She's a wanderer, too." Remilia sighed and threw up her arms.
"Then why the hell did you suggest that to me?" She grumbled.
"Obvious," Patchouli took a sip of tea. "She has a sister who she visits regularly. If you were to meet with her, Remi…" She brought up one hand. "It'd be a piece of cake."
Remilia thought about this for a few moments. Yes, it meant someone for Flandre, her beloved little sister. But what if these other sisters wanted nothing to do with the Scarlet Devil? Or worse, what if Koishi didn't like the basement-dweller, and they got into a fight? Remilia shook her head. Pondering the "what-ifs" was pointless. Anything could happen. This was Gensokyo, after all.
"Sounds like a plan," she replied. "Say, where does this older sister live?"
Meanwhile, in the basement…
"Sakuya~" a childish voice called. "I'm bored~." The knife-handler looked at the shorter girl and sighed.
"Young mistress," she walked over to a table on its last leg, and began to set down a plate and eating utensils. "It only stays boring if you don't do anything." The "young mistress" grinned.
"You're right," she said. "How about you play danmaku with me then?~" The maid looked up at her, and shook her head.
"I'm sorry, Flandre," she started. "I'm too busy. I still have dishes to wash, and if your sister wants me to do anything… well, I'll just be even busier." Flandre flopped on a blood-spattered couch and whined again, muttering something along the lines of "And danmaku's a fun game, too…".
"Young mistress, I brought the food," Sakuya said, with a hint of being impatient. Flandre draped her head over the couch so she was looking at Sakuya.
"I'll eat it later," she replied. "I'm not hungry right now." Sakuya nodded, bowed, and went her way upstairs. It seemed Flandre's loneliness was impacting her appetite as well. She whined more, and always asked Sakuya to play danmaku, even though she knew every time the perfect maid's answer was going to be "no". It seemed the magician who would always rob Patchouli of her books was coming less and less. Perhaps she was getting busy, too. But with what? She didn't have a job, and the only time she was occupied with something was the once-in-a-blue-moon incident, or running her personal shop, which was almost never. On her way out the basement, she noticed a figure that she wasn't used to seeing in this area of the mansion.
"Meiling?" She asked. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be guarding the gate like, oh I don't know, a gate-guard is supposed to?" Meiling flinched.
"Ouch, Sakuya, that hurts…" she said. "But it's not that. I was just thirsty and came in for a bit of water." She raised the paper cup in her left hand. Sakuya nearly opened her mouth to make a follow up remark, but decided not to.
"Ugh… just finish up quickly and get back to work," she said, brandishing a few knives to prove how serious she was. "The mistress would hate it if someone broke into the mansion." Meiling snorted, unfazed by the knives.
"Even if someone broke in, you'd kill them before we could yell 'THERE'S BEEN AN INTRUSION!'." Sakuya was slightly amused by the comment but didn't show it. No point in continuing a conversation that was going nowhere, especially when both people have work to do.
"I'll be taking my leave then," Sakuya said as she turned around. "Get back to your post as soon as possible." Meiling smiled.
"Yeah, yeah, sure," she replied, throwing the cup in the trash can.
"Hey, Flanders, the hell kind of ending sentence was that?"
Ending sentences aren't my thing, sorry ._.;;
Yeah, more actual Koishi/Flandre dialogue in the next chapter, sorry.
"What was with that conversation between Meiling and Sakuya at the end? Did it serve any point?"
NOPE! Just a filler for the last few words. Also, it satisfies the inner MeiSaku fan in me c:
Say, what do you think that scoundrel Marisa Kirisame is doing that's soooooo much more important than visiting a 495-year-old vampire with presumed mental issues? Spending time with someone else? Perhaps someone I ship her with? Doing things? Maybe, totally inappropriate things, that I would surely approve of in some way? Or is she just lazy?
But seriously, is it just me, or is there an extreme lack of KoiFura doujins and fan-fics? I've only read one doujin (It was H/R-18/Adults onry. That's seriously how desperately I wanted to read one :I), and two fan-fictions for the pairing so I said "FRICK THIS I'M MAKIN' MY OWN.".
Somebody, check over my horrible grammar and spelling issues, pleases and thank yous. I know there's at least going to be 10,000 mistakes… also, my format. Love it? Hate it? Leave a review for that too!
This is going to be an "I update whenever the hell I want to" story, so I apologize ahead of time for that.
Well, I'm out.
Marisa- "It's so hot, I'm gonna die here."
Reimu- "If you die, I'll feed your corpse to the birds."
Remilia- "My, it'd be fine if you'd let me take care of that."
Marisa- "That's a definite no."
-Embodiment of Scarlet Devil