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A/N: I have no idea what to write here, this time...

Y/N: Is that so? Well, how about I simply make fun of you for that?

A/N: I would preffer you didn't.

Y/N: Well, that means we're at an impass!

A/N: Why's that?

Y/N: Because I would prefer that I did, you silly little human.

A/N: I-I'm not silly!

Y/N: I for one believe that you are~

A/N: Believing something doesn't make it true.

Y/N: Ahh, but that's where you're wrong.

A/N: I'm not wrong! Believing that 1+1=0 doesn't make it true!

Y/N: Do remember that you're speaking to one of many sorts of youkai that are effected by the beliefs of others. It's how many youkai get their weaknesses, you see. Although, vampires simply spread misinformation to hide what their true weaknesses were. I mean, how would one even be able to be restricted by entering the house of another...?

A/N: ...True enough, I suppose. But still, you do so like to make others belive half-truths, so I'm not about to trust your word.

Y/N: Have it your way~

A/N: ...I will! ...Wait, nevermind, let's just get on with the show. You're just trying to make me be agreeable with you by agreeing that I disagree!

Y/N: And if I am...?

A/N: Well, there's little I can do about that, really...


After a busy day, I flopped back into a gap, and lounged on it as it carried me to bed. I could have had it drop me on the bed, but to simply use it as a chair required far, far less effort, and so that was what I did. When finally my mobile chair reached my destination, I had it roll me onto the bed much like one would roll a log, and there I rested for a moment, before reaching for the book. With my book now in hand, I weakly opened it to the bookmark, and began to read from my thankfully well preserved book. I'm quite glad I thought ahead what is nearing a couple dozen thousand years ago, and preserved it by way of the removal of the boundry of time from it.

I'm so very happy. Is this what a mother feels towards their child? It's the greatest feeling I've ever felt. I wonder what it would have been like if Sanae and I somehow produced a child? Surely that would have been better, right? Just thinking about it reaches about half as nice as I feel right now..

If Sanae and I had, I wonder what she would like? Obviously not green hair, as Sanae said that was just dye, but I wonder if there would be a mix, or if it would be one or the other? Would she have eyes of two colors, or of one? Red, blue, green, or maybe even that odd yellow they sometimes glowed with? Heh, I just realized that we make up the primary colors with our eyes. Little late, but it's kinda funny.

You know, before I was afraid I'd forget her, but thus far I've forgotten very little about anything. Atleast that's one of my fears that has never come to pass. Just imagining forgetting Sanae, or even forgetting why I even went back, used to terrify me, but it never came to pass.

I guess the mind of a youkai simply never deteriorates like I read that that of a human does. I wonder if Sanae would have forgotten everything, had she lived as long as I have? To be forgotten by the one you love... that's a terrible thought.

I weakly smiled at the musings of my younger self, and flipped to the next entry.

I think I met Suwako today... She didn't seem to be a goddess yet, and was lounging on the side of lake Suwa. Of course, she looked like a giant frog, but

Wait, is she a frog or a toad? Now that I think about it, I have no idea what the diference is... If she's not Lady Moriya, that would be awkward. After all, I greeted her as Lady Moriya by mistake. Still, she didn't act as if I had said anything strange, save for calling her a lady. Of course, she also asked what I was wearing. I guess my outfit is a little odd for the time period, what with it having not yet been invented. I forget when such an outfit is invented, though, but am quite unwilling to wait till it is.

What would I even wear? The tengu haven't even started wearing clothes like the ancient tengu did. Just rather simple clothes, such as fundoshi, and those masks of theirs. I know not why they don those things, but it's probably rooted in a rather strange tradition. Even when I first saw them they were wearing them, all those thousands of years ago. Carved of wood, in the shape of rather bestial faces, or those rather strange long-nosed masks.

I couldn't help but chuckle a bit more at the memory of that happening. Seeing nothing of note, I skipped a few entries; really, little happened untill things became more modern, or atleast untill a couple thousand years before the change from BC to AD. Not that I was skipping that far just yet. I remembered that there were still a few interesting things yet touched on.

Ohh my, I knew it was strange that Ran had lived so long, but for her to suddenly metamorph into a youkai truely surprised me... I mean, yes, she has lived for something like a thousand years now, but still! I suppose I should be happy, shouldn't I? But why is it that this just worries me? To find out that I own a kitsune named Ran, it just

What if

No, it couldn't be! But

No, no, there's just no way!

But, just in case, maybe I should look into creating barriers. That would be good training anyways, right? I just pray that my efforts aren't pointless. There's no way that I could somehow be her, could I? No, there's just no way. Right?

With a sigh at the memories this brought back, I closed the book, forgetting to put the mark back in its place, and fell asleep as soon as I close my eyes, the book still on my chest.