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.

A/N: ...You know, I just realizes something.

K/N: And that would be?

A/N: ...You again, Koishi?

K/N: That's right. I know you hate seeing me ohh so very much, but it couldn't be particularly helped.

A/N: ...I kind of like you more with your eye closed.

K/N: Yes, but then you have to worry I might rip your arms off for touching my hat.

A/N: Wouldn't you do that anyways?

K/N: Yes, but I can at least be reasoned with when my eye is open, and it would depend on how you touch it. If you touch it roughly, I touch you roughly. Plus, I generally sound more sane about it.

A/N: You know, this is a very strange conversation to have.

K/N: That's what happens when you combine my human and open self, while giving them knowledge of the closed self.

A/N: True enough, I suppose.

K/N: Plus, you've made me out to be some sort of psychopath!

A/N: Well, you kind of are when your eye is closed. I took heavy inspiration from Heart Throbbing Adventure after all.

K/N: Please don't bring up that world. I would rather not think about what I'm capable of.

A/N: Right, sorry, sorry. Won't happen again. Anyways, how about we get on with the show?

The first thing I heard as I awoke echoed through my mind as if I were in a cave. I head a familiar voice, and it had a now familiar sort of authority to it. "Wake up," The voice commanded.

And so I did. My eyes gently opened as consciousness began to flood back into my wakeful mind. I found myself to be lying on something vaguely soft, my head resting on something even more soft, and a hand gently stroking my hair. In the air floated a mote of light, illuminating the cave I found myself to be within.

An even more familiar voice than the previous asked, "Couldn't you have just let her sleep while you did it?" It was a voice I had heard more than enough to easily recognize as my sister.

I looked up, and saw that my sister was looming over me, her breasts blocking her face from my view from where my head was laid.

And then I realized that I had my head resting on my sister's lap, and so quickly sat up with a bit of a blush on my face. Not that it's uncomfortable - it's very comfortable - but my sister's lap is not somewhere I would like to lay my head.

From the other side of the room of sorts, the woman from my dream replied, "Well, I just want to make sure she's sure before I did it."

Quirking a brow, my sister asked, "But didn't you ask sis the same things? Plus, you said you talked on the way here. Not to mention that being awake for it, she'll be in a lot of pain, right?"

Slightly nervous sounding, the woman replied, "W-well, I guess so, but... I just like to be sure, you know? I don't want to go stabbing children that have changed their minds..."

At the mention of being stabbed, I skittered across the straw-covered floor of the cavernous room on my butt, distancing myself from her, and backing myself against something hard, and moist. Looking up, I saw that it was tall, pointy, and made of stone.

Frowning, Koishi said, "Now you're scaring her... Do you have to be so blunt about it?" For the first time, I noticed that she had one of the red noodles sticking into both her chest, and the left side of her head, one end connected to each.

I also noticed that one of the red noodles the woman once had attached to her - the one that was once stuck to her left hand - was missing, while the one that was attached to her right hand was partially disconnected and in her hand. At the end of it, a rather long, and sharp needle simply jutted from it, looking quite threatening. "U-umm... What's with the noodly needle?"

Chuckling, the satori answered, "Well, as I said, I have to stab you to turn you." At the mention of being stabbed, I began to pale quite a bit. Frowning, she added, "If you've changed your mind, I would understand..."

Pouting a bit, sister offered, "If it helps, it doesn't hurt as much as it looks. Feels more weird than anything. Especially the end that goes in the head..."

Becoming less afraid at the reassurances of my sister, I asked, "...Really?"

At this she gave a nod, and replied, "Really."

Pausing for a moment to think about this, I soon asked, "Are you sure...? It sounds like it would hurt a lot..."

Sighing, sister replied once more, "I'm sure! Jeez, sis... I never knew you were such a big baby about pain!"

I furrowed my brow at the slight, and shouted, "I'm not! I'm not a baby anymore! I'm a big girl!"

Grinning, sister simply replied, "Then do it."

Once more I paled a bit, and timidly regarded the girl with the needle-tipped noodle. "I, umm... I'm ready..."

At this she nodded, and made her way over to me. "Now lie in the hay, and I'll get this over with."

I gave a nod, and left the stelag-whatever-it's-called I was leaning against. I never could remember the difference, not that it had ever been important before. From there, I began to lay down, eventually becoming still enough to begin to relax. Looming over me, the satori added, "Now relax. Nobody's going to hurt you. This may hurt, but it won't hurt you. Just close your eyes, and take deep breaths." I began to listen to the voice, letting my eyes close, and took long, deep breaths.

In.

And out.

In.

And out.

I repeated this a couple dozen times, and eventually calmed down completely.

Drawing one more breath in, I suddenly felt a sharp force slam into the center of my chest, and I let out a shrill scream-like squeak of pain as the air was forced from my lungs, my eyes shooting open. Gasping for air, I looked at my chest, and found the red noodle to be firmly stuck into my chest, a hand firmly holding there.

Smiling down at me, the bearer of the hand said, "And the first end is done." With that said, she began to mess with the other end of the noodle, and popped it out of the side of her eye.

It took another few gasps of air before I could shout, "That... that hurt a lot...!"

Chuckling, the satori replied, "As I said, it is an eight."

Rubbing my poor chest, I said, "I'd hate to find out what you call a ten... As far as I'm concerned, that was a ten!"

I heard her saying something under her breath, and so I asked, "What was that?"

She waved a hand before her face, saying, "Ohh, nothing, nothing. So, shall I do step two?"

Seeing the look of horror on my face, sister interjected, "It doesn't really hurt. Just feels funny, that's all. It'll be over before you know it."

Looking between the two of them, I let out a bit of a sigh. "Fine... Just... just get it over with, please."

With my consent given yet again, the satori began to part my hair with those sharp fingers of hers, looking for something. Just as I was about to ask her what she was doing, I felt something sharp sliding into my head, through the space between the plated of my skull.

When it had penetrated my skull, and was now among my brain, my vision began to blur, and I passed out. As I was still laying down, I didn't fall down or anything, but I did go out like a light.