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: Quite honestly, I am not sure how this will turn out.

Y/N: Quite honestly, you want to be done with the oni/vampire section.

A/N: Shhh!

Y/N: Ufufu... Hit the nail on the head, did I~?

A/N: ...And stop making me sound so lazy!

Y/N: Changing the subject, are we? My, you do enjoy ignoring the truth, hmm?

A/N: Ahaha... W-well, let's get on with the show, shall we?

Y/N: Cowaaard~

Night, Keine's classroom, Meiling's PoV:

I cleared my throat of what felt like dust. Why did it feel as though I've been standing here, ready to tell this story for a long while now...? Well, best ask the question that I feel as though I've had months to formulate. "Now, do any of you know of the story of Kongara?"

Surprisingly, specks rose his hand, earning him a raised brow from both myself and Keine. Curious as to what he would say, I pointed to him.

In his rather nasally, nerdy voice, he asked, "I have read that he was both the strongest, and most evil of oni. He was called... the blood drenched hundred horn, if I'm not mistaken."

I let out a bit of a chuckle at that, and gave a nod. "That's right! He gained a hundred horns by force, and so was called the only truely, purely evil oni."

Keine rose a brow at how her student knew more than her on a subject, but I began to tell the tale before she could ask. "This story takes place ten thousand years ago, in one of the many planes of hells. Nobody knows exactly which hell it took place in, as such knowledge could prove dangerous."

Looking the children over, I found them all to be giving me their undivided attention. I do so love the honesty in the eyes of children..."Some say it to be in the old Hell of Blazing Fires, while others believe it to be in the Hell of Freezing Ice. However, those involved have never revealed every detail, perhaps for fear that someone with enough strength might free him. This story has been passed down for a half dozen generations, and I've never heard it from the source, but I'll tell you all I know."

While I spoke, the child that seemed to value brains far over brawns rappidly transcribed it into his book. "There once was a man named Kongara. He was a human like any other." At that revelation, all eyes in sight save for those of myself and specks went wide. "One day, he fought an oni, and won in a fight against it, through tricks. Of course the oni didn't know, but it is said that the man had cleverly cheated in a way that wasn't apparent, so as to give himself enough of an edge to win."

All around the room, the children frowned at the nerve of the man. It was so similar to when I was a child, funnily enough. They all seemed just as enamoured by my tale as I was by my grandfather's tale, once upon a time. "With his victory sealed, the oni gave the man his most valuable possession. He gave him his horn. I'm sure, had the oni known that the man had fried beans sewn into the fists of his gloves, he'd never have given it to him..."

I chuckled at the scarce booing at the children learning of that. If I closed my eyes, it was almost as if I were telling my own grand child this story. ...Not that I ever have had a kid. I was more interested in fighting, back in the day. "After that, he began to fight any oni he'd see! Never once did he lose one of those fights. Eventually he grew strong enough that he no longer had to fight them, and instead ripped the horns strait from their skulls, killing them instantly! This continued on untill he had a large, round number. He stopped at exactly one hundred horns, just for the sake of making a name for himself."

"Not long after, the four deva took notice of him. The Deva of Strength wanted to bash his head in for what he did, while the Deva of Wisdom wanted to find out why he did it. The Deva of Endurance wanted to put an end to the criminal's reign of terror, while the Deva of Skill wanted to show him that even with that he didn't stand a chance. They lured him to one of the many hells, and that was where they fought. The battle raged on for days, and all five of them eventually began to weaken from lack of sake. Just as the battle was starting to look grim for the four deva, their allies come to help. The leader of the Tengu, and the leader of the Kappa both joined forces with the four, and they gradually began to push him back, untill Kongrara somehow ripped an arm from the Deva of Wisdom, thus gaining the upper hand."

At the gasps from my audiance, I smiled once more, before finishing with, "After another day of unending violence, the ruler of that land had had enough. Chanting but a single spell, the devas, the Tengu, and the Kappa were all ousted. It's unknown what happened next, but they say that the screams of Kogara could be heard throughout every plane of hell. Soon noticing a lack in their numbers, the three remaining deva looked about, but simply couldn't find their fourth, no matter how long they looked... The Deva of Endurance is still missing to this day, they say. It's also said that he may have been able to resist the spell cast by the lord of that plane of hell, but nobody can say for certain."

Just as I finished the tale, the egg timer rang, signifying the end of class.

"Thank you Meiling, for that lovely story, as well as being so nice as to reveal yourself to us. Is there anything that you would like to say to the class before you go?" Keine gave me a smile.

I stroked my chin in though, before responding, "Oni aren't to be feared; so long as one shows us whatever respect we deserve, and one doesn't act like too much of a fool, one has nothing to fear of us at all. ...Well, so long as one doesn't agree to any bets, or drinking contests."

The teacher laughed nervously at my answer, and wished myself and the children farewell. She didn't want to say it, but I could tell that she wanted to add something to my warning. I'm sure she'll say it next class, if it's that important.

From that point forward, I found myself being visited by particularly adventurous children. This continued for a number of months, untill they got bored of it, or perhaps recieved a headbutt as punnishment for leaving the village so wrecklessly.