Hehehe, catch me if you can!" yelled Flandre. "If I can that is." Replied Komeiji Satori as she fired off neon projectiles at her. Since Flandre Scarlet has been imprisoned in her basement room for years, she would always have dreams of one day being able to leave the mansion freely and play Danmaku with a bunch of friends that she could make whenever she wanted. She did cry herself to sleep so getting nice dreams when sleeping in return gave a bit of brightness to Flandre and she wouldn't be too depressed all the time. She continued to giggle and squeal happily in her sleep when a loud *SLAM!* flooded the entire room. Immediately Flandre snapped back into reality and turned on the lights upon command. "Who is…hello?" She knew that someone had to be inside her room, why else would her basement door suddenly close like that by itself. "Hello? Onee-sama? Who's there?" Flandre called out once more, no response. "Maybe someone came in here to play. Hehe, hide and seek i bet."
Meanwhile buried in a pile of stuff bears and dolls next to the bed was the juvenile. Apparently it was the first place it could think of hiding in immediately after it heard the slam. If the loud noise caused by the door didn't scare it shitless, the entire room eliminating along with several voices spreading through the room definitely did. Obviously it meant that the juvenile wasn't alone. Another interruption was just the last thing it needed before it was about to make its claim. With irritation building gradually in the juvenile, its fear of dying only sprouted further and further as it prayed for the organism in the room to leave. Thankfully Flandre Scarlet kept quite a lot of plushies cooped up in her room so it was able to bury itself quite thoroughly and avoid being seen by the organism present here in this room. Or so it thought.
Flandre step off her bed and searched her room some more. In her embrace was stuffed panda bear, its head was expanding due to her tightening grip. Frustration flooded her mind as she slowly came to a point where it was just her imagination and no one has come to play with her after all. She was now sitting on the side of her bed next to her pile of plushies. The panda bear's head exploded and its stuffing showered Flandre as she squeezed it with all her might. "It was always like this. Why? WHY!?" She snatched a brown teddy bear nearest to her and proceeded to squeeze it to death once again.
Unfortunately that bear taken by Flandre was the same bear covering the juvenile's head. It was losing it at this point,for its chance of being seen was beginning to rise. That loud pop obviously sounded like it came from the female organism's prey and the firmness in her voice also indicated that she was obviously a predator. It didn't want to even look at the organism knowing how dangerous it could be. However there was no means of escape; windows were sealed shut and the juvenile didn't possess hands in order to open the closed door. Another loud pop flooded the room and the headless teddy was violently thrown to the floor in anger. Flandre reached for another fragile plushie in frustration but it was immediately replaced with confusion and surprise after her hand made contact with something hard and smooth. Her confusion gradually turned into burning curiosity as she turned and looked into the direction of the hand that touched the mysterious item.
"Huh? When did Onee-sama give me this one? And why is this one hard and firm unlike my other toys?" She resorted to caressing its neck gently admiring the smooth shell like texture it possessed. The juvenile was overtaken by intense fear once again, how did she manage to find it so quickly? The juvenile thinking the obvious. The appearance of her appendage was worse than it could imagine. The hand itself wasn't too bad; it was the things sticking out of her fingers that was. Long sharp fingernails almost resembling claws, and they would scrape against its neck spike gently as she lightly moved her hand up and down. It was trying its hardest not to move so it could keep its own dear life, but the feeling of those sharp nails combine with thoughts of them impaling its skin was already too much for it to handle. "Fufu! I don't know what this is, but I think I'll play with it for a while."
The juvenile heard and understood every word she said and after hearing that sentence; it felt like it could take it no more. The juvenile had to get the hell out of there immediately. It charged right out of the stuffed pile causing it to collapse and rammed right into the door. Breaking the door open was its only hope of making it out alive. Flandre flinched as her mysterious toy somehow came to life. Startled she leaped right into the air, her wings moving up and down to keep her elevated above the ground. "What the?" she thought as she watched its futile attempts to smash her door down. She slowly fluttered towards the creature only to have it retreat under her bed. The juvenile caught a really quick glimpse of its predator as it darted away for its dear life. Unlike all the fairies it saw so far, this one was particularly bigger than the others it has seen so far. She had red eyes and short blonde hair, which is tied into a single ponytail on her left side. A red skirt and vest, with a yellow neckerchief and a pink shirt underneath is worn by her as well as a pink mob cap with a red ribbon attached. Her wings appear to be made of iron and prism shards of the following color light blue, blue, purple, pink, orange, yellow, light green and light blue again. Finally out of nowhere it saw her carrying a matching metal wand with her, which is apparently the mythical Lævateinn.
As of what you'd expect from a clueless juvenile kaiju trembling in fear, Flandre was no fairy to begin with. She wass a rare creature also known as a vampire; but some of the residents here in the Scarlet Devil Mansion give her the name of The Dirty Little Secret. Flandre descended down near her bed and got onto her knees. "Please come on out little guy." She coaxed as she probed her metal wand under the bed poking the juvenile as she did it. "I'm not going to hurt you." She speaks, her voice becoming gentle. The female vampire spoke such words; yet she still goes her way to poking the juvenile with an object unknown to it. With no other choice but to defend, the juvenile lets out a small high pitch screech of defense. Flandre broke out giggling as she watches the small creature attempting to be tough. It sounded really cute to her and made her poke it even harder. Eventually she stops her playful assaults because she was getting hungry and decided to eat the food Remilia Scarlet brought for her. She always knew that Sakuya was an amazing cook so she wasn't going to let her dinner go to waste. The dish consists of generous portions of sliced ham. Next to it was a glass of water and the ham's bone. "A bone…seriously Onee-sama? Now your just teasing me." she thought to herself as she laid her dinner onto the floor and got onto her stomach.
Watching her cut into the ham with her knife and then devouring the small slice, the juvenile completely forgot how hungry it was and that the whole reason it entered the Scarlet Devil Mansion to begin with was to find food. Of course apparently because the female vampire already claimed its second chance, it decided to wait for an opening. Like how you would expect from most hostile predatory animals, they would go their way to guarding there food attacking anything or any one who tries to steal because they work so hard to earn it. So instead of charging blindly, it decided to hold in its hunger once more. 5 minutes have passed and Flandre had only four slices of ham left, the juvenile was growing impatient. She finished her water and ignores the bone lying next to her glass. The more she stared at it, the more she thought that Remilia was treating her more like a dog rather than a younger sister. Then she thought of the small red creature. At this point she was very well aware that it wasn't a toy at all, but a real living organism, and from the looks of it, it was a carnivore too. Flandre grabbed the bone and wiggled it under her bed in front of the juvenile. The juvenile however was not fazed at all. Though the juvenile was famished it was a whole lot smarter than that and knew very well that it's very suspicious when your predator is offering food to another consumer. Predators would never give away their claim unless it was some sort of trap. But Flandre wasn't trying to trick the juvenile at all. "Please come on out. You are hungry aren't you? You need to eat in order to grow and be healthy don't you?" she beguiled gently. The juvenile hesitated some more, but began to feel sorrowful. From the looks of her eyes, she probably just as scared on the inside as it was. Most of her fear was coming from her heart
It had sympathy for her, but for why she feels scared on the inside of her heart it didn't know yet. But it knew for a fact that the female vampire really was offering her share and was concern about it as well. So finally it cautiously extended a long slimy appendage symbolizing one of those tools people use to pick up trash and grabbed the bone from Flandre's hand. Almost instantly the juvenile retracted the appendage at blinding speed and brought the bone to its mouth which was lined up with a bunch of sharp white mandibles. Flandre watched happily as the juvenile shredded up the bone facing horizontal. The bliss of eating after so long has finally came to the juvenile. It enjoyed every moment of the taste, the soft and hard white calcium richness of the bone while also the creamy marrow that came with it. The bone was gone in less than 5 seconds despite it being a pretty big bone. The juvenile however was still not satisfied yet. After many weeks, almost months of constant traveling since its microscopic form, a measly bone wasn't going to please it. The juvenile let out a soft screech and Flandre interpreted what it was saying. "I'll take it that you are still hungry huh?" She was now on her knees looking down under the bed. The juvenile nodded and added another soft screech with it. "I can give you the rest of mine, but only if you come out under the bed."
She coaxed. "Please do… I've been resting…in the basement…for nearly 500 years. All alone for 500 years with no one to play with, or talk to." Her voice cracked as tears formed into her eyes. "All my toys breaking so easily and my own Onee-sama rejecting me just because I'm a little too powerful." Her tears now trickled down her cheeks. "Please! I need someone to play with!" She raised her voice a bit. "Please! I need someone…" Her words touched the juvenile's heart. Now it knew why it could feel fear coming from the inside of Flandre's heart. She was cooped in an ambiguous space just because she possess a little bit too much of something like power. Painful past memories were now invading the juveniles head. It remembered being abducted from its ocean home when it was in microscopic horseshoe crab form just because it looked a bit too rare and unique. It remembered being cooped in a small murky fish tank with water that made it unsuitable for living in, it remembered those cruel and painful experiments it had to go through, but most of all…it remembered how lonely it was in that tank. Not being the slightest cared about after more rare specimens were abducted and tested on experiments. It remembered that it prayed for someone to actually care about it. It needed someone.
The juvenile immediately ran out from under the bed, but not for the food though. It pounced onto Flandre and nuzzled her chest as it felt her embracing it as soon as it made body contact with her. Tears of sorrowful sympathy were trickling rapidly out of its eyes as it croaked and whimpered. "Why are you crying little one? Did you experience the same event as I did?" The juvenile nodded stroking Flandre's chest as it did. Her eyes immediately widened with surprise. She lifted the juvenile up by its neck and held it gently there just like an owner would do to his or her baby, kitten, or puppy. "You know…were going to be great friends aren't we?" The juvenile nodded with a happy screech. "I know we are, just the two of us!" "Oh wait! I don't know what to call you yet don't I." The juvenile screeched once more. "Hmm your skin seems to be mostly red on the outside…oh fufufufufufufufu! I got it! For now on you will be known as (赤の友人)Aka no Yujin, Aka-san For short! Fufufu" Another cheerful screech from the juvenile and just like that, the two of them became friends.
It's a good thing to note that in Japanese, Aka literally means Red and Yujin means Friend. So Flandre's nickname for Destoroyah mean Red Friend.