Disclaimer: Touhou belongs to Zun, and the only things that belong to myself would be Usagi the mimic, and Moegi the japanese beetle. Everything else belongs to their rightful owner.
Y/N: ...That chapter felt very awkward.
A/N: Yeah, I've realized this.
Y/N: Is there any reason why it did?
A/N: Well, I was unable to name the two children, as that would spoil things, not to mention that the A/N was originally meant for another story. 2FP, to be exact. It didn't feel like an introduction at all...
Y/N: Technically the story has only just begun as of this chapter.
A/N: True... But still, you realize that the story has already been told in full, correct?
Y/N: Ahh, but there is a difference between telling a tale, and living a tale. Before, details were few and far between. In the rest of the story, the details will be far more interesting, as it will be from a more active perspective, who is actually living through it all.
A/N: I suppose you've a point.
Y/N: Of course I do. I always have a point, no matter much I play around.
A/N: Even when you turned everyone into men?
Y/N: I was quite entertained.
A/N: ...Right, you never said a good point, did you. Anywho, how about we get on with the show?
I smiled a bit as Mama saw me off to bed, and said, "Goodnight, sweetie." With that, she blew out her light, and slid the door shut. It was the sort of darkness you could see, even if it was too dark to see. My eyes night-blind, I had no ability to see at all, really.
I was never one to be afraid of the dark, but... I also couldn't shake the feeling that there was something in the dark. Nothing that wanted to hurt me, but still, something at all is really kinda... spooky.
None the less, I still managed to drift off to sleep, a trio of gently glowing blue eyes burning a hole into my mind's eye as I did.
Slowly opening my eyes, I found myself to be in a land of bubblegum pink, which looked quite childish. It had simple geometry to it, and seemed to go on seemingly forever. I walked, and walked, and eventually ended up finding more than pink. I was on a beach of pink sand looking into a blue ocean. I wasn't sure why, but my mind kept screaming for me to wake up, or to at least stay far, far away from the ocean.
So I jumped in. Surprisingly, there was nothing strange below the surface of the alien waters. Nothing that could prevent me from breathing, either. Nothing but open air, with a sky of pink, and a full moon of... blue?
No, that's an eye. Watching me. I merely waved to it with a smile, and watched as a single tear of blue dripped from it, landing before me, and staining the pink sand blue a bit as it landed. Moments later, the blue sand faded back to pink, and a woman was there before me, rubbing her head as she pulled herself from the ground. The woman wore nothing but blue, had blue hair, blue eyes, and seemed alien against everything pink. Frighteningly so. Even her skin was that same blue. She pulled herself to her feet from the sand, and offered me a hand with a smile, a crooked wide-brimmed hat hiding one of her eyes from view. She had a giant grin on her face as she did, which looked incredibly friendly.
Save for the jagged, pointed teeth, that is. They really cried out that I shouldn't trust her at all, and that I should instead try and get away from her.
So I took her hand with a smile. As soon as I touched her, she flew up, and we both came out of the blue ocean, neither of us wet. She took us back to the pink beach, and said, "You are a very trusting one, aren't you? Brave." As she spoke, the pure blue of her began to fade, leaving her skin a flesh-tone, turning the blues of her eyes white, but leaving the blue irises behind, and I noticed something particularly odd about her. She had this noodly red orb floating there, the ends of the noodles stuck to her hands, feet, chest, and head. It looked like it was both a part of her, and yet separate. In the center of the orb, a blue eye watched me unblinkingly, like looking like it was made of glass.
So I gave it a poke. The surface of the eye was hard as rock, yet smooth as can be. It reminded me of the eye of a snake. With a giggle, I replied, "Your eye is funny..."
Grinning, the woman replied, "You're quite brave to try and poke a satori in the eye. Can I keep you? Pleaaase?" She gave me begging eyes as she asked nicely to keep me.
Tilting my head, I asked, "Keep me?"
Grinning once, she replied, "I could make you so much more than you are... You would have a long life, the ability to know what others are thinking, and grow capable of being smarter, all in one week. Few would be able to match the mind that comes with being a satori..."
At this I rose a confused eyebrow. "But... I already am Satori? How can I get any more me?"
Giggling, the satori asked, "Ohh? What a fitting name... It's as if you were meant to become my child... So, what do you say, Satori? Would you like to become more than you are?" She had the widest smile on her face as she once more offered her hand.
Honestly, I was unsure, and yet still she smiled brightly. "Would it... give me pretty hair, like yours...?"
Looking about, the girl replied, "...You'd probably have pink hair."
With a happy little squeal I accepted her hand, and everything went black. When I eventually awoke, I found myself being carried, and on the opposite shoulder to my snoring older sister.
