In the year 1003 AD, while Gensokyo was starting from its embryonic stages, I had made a new friend and that came about when she disturbed my nap. I was napping under a cherry tree, not thinking much of any sort of danger but then I felt a pair of hands shake me awake and a voice that said, "Miss, wake up you'll be dead, if you sleep there!" I turned to find a dark-haired girl (I can't really remember what her hair color was at the time) looking at me. I blinked my sleepy eyes and asked her, "If it is so dangerous to sleep beneath this cherry tree, then why are you beneath it?" She explained that the tree won't hurt her but said it could do damage to me, until I explained that I was a youkai. I couldn't help but to chuckle when a dumbfounded look crossed her face. That was where our friendship began.
She was a very interesting human and was also interesting in the fact that she could make these sparkling butterflies. I had never met a human who could make butterflies. Strangely, these butterflies caused me great deal of pain and weakness. Being I have not really had much of a friend before, I wasn't at all going to show this to Yuyuko. In trying to hide my suffering, I realized why a sociable person like Yuyuko was all alone and it was because of these butterflies and the cherry tree. In being born near it, she had the power to invoke death and that cherry tree was using her to drain souls, dooming her to a miserable and lonely existance. Overtime, I had grown so weak I could hardly walk and often needed assistance. To my sadness, Yuyuko was starting to catch on. By that winter I had grown so weak that I couldn't even arise out of bed. She visited my bedside and I explained I couldn't get up and would require rest for awhile. She left me with tears streaming down her face.
Just as the snows were melting and while my strength had recovered, I had gone to see her but, instead, as the world suddenly turned monochrome, I found her lying under the Saigyou Ayakashi, dead from suicide. The only thing that stayed its original color was the blood from her suicide, the only splash of red in an otherwise monochrome world. I never did forget that day. I cursed that cherry tree but made a wish that Yuyuko would never have to suffer again.
