(Alright, let me apologize for the quality of my story. When I wrote this one, I was thirteen. Yeah, that's right. And I was going through a bad weeaboo stage. I abandoned it because my mom kind of said something that made me give up hope in writing. I am fifteen going on sixteen now, and I like to think that I've improved on my writing a bit. So I'll continue this story, but it's going to change a bit. -FruityWolf))

"Alright, now narrow your stream of bullets!"

Rumia focused as she danced high into the air, the flow of danmaku beads narrowing in on the dummy she was practicing on. Soon, it fell to the ground, completely riddled with bullet holes and stuffing pouring out from every angle.

Reimu pat the blonde youkai on the head gleefully. "Good job! Soon you'll be strong enough to defend yourself properly!"

Rumia looked up at the red shrine maiden in confusion. She had just been woken up at sunset, which was never her usual time, and Reimu wanted to give her lessons? "Miss Reimu, why are you helping me?" she asked, "Didn't you say before that weak and stupid youkai were only good for target practice?"

The miko knelt to the tiny youkai's level and embraced her. "You're not weak, and you're not stupid. And hey, I don't ever want them to hurt any of you again."

Rumia's expression became confused very quickly. "Why do you care so much right now?"

"Because awhile ago, I only did what was my job. I protected the humans. But y'know what? It's not fair just to completely abandon the youkai either. They have lives, and they deserve protection too," Reimu answered. And it seemed a good answer as any. Rumia hugged her tightly.

"Oi, girlfriends!" a scratchy, somewhat boyish voice shouted at them, "We have a problem!"

"What is it now, Wriggle?" Rumia sighed, rolling her eyes at the insect youkai's petty insult. This wasn't the first time she had been accused of having a romantic relationship with a woman, and it probably wasn't going to be the last.

"We have a notice from the hospital! Cirno needs pain medicine," Wriggle cried, "Expensive pain medicine. As in the kind we can't afford."

Normally, Mystia could have probably saved up for that, but with their only source of money having been destroyed in the fire, now they couldn't.

Rumia ran to Wriggle. "Why does she need the medicine anyway? Can't she just tough it out?"

"She's in SHOCK, dummy. Pain might make it worse. That's why she needs it," Wriggle answered.

Rumia shook her head sadly. "What are we gonna do? Mystia's money is all burned up now." She looked at Reimu, her red eyes pleading for some help. She did not want her friend to suffer any worse than she already had.

"Oh, no. You're not getting any of my money. No-" Reimu protested.

She was quite surprised when she found herself looking into her safe at the small amount of money she had from her donations.

"I don't think that's going to be enough," Mystia sighed, pawing through the tiny coins.

"Yeah, no. We're talking thousands here," Wriggle sighed, "Why is she even in shock anyway? All the guy did was snap her wrist."

"Yeah, and he tried to do unspeakable things to me right in front of her! Also she's..." Rumia clapped a hand over her mouth, refusing to say that Cirno had been beaten horribly and threatened by her parents a few days earlier. All of this would have been too much for the little fairy to handle.

Wriggle didn't even bother to ask what she was going to say. "Well, we have to do something. Cirno has done a lot for us! We can't just leave our leader to suffer."

Mystia chuckled. "Aren't you all avoiding the obvious answer? You're going to work for me! At my restaurant. We're going to hold a big charity party in honor of our friend. And I'm going to need extra workers!"

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Rage flowed through the darkness youkai's body as she clenched her fists. Her best friend had been taken away from her, and her mentor... Her mentor had fled at the sight of her. Bedraggled, long yellow locks and gleaming ruby optics decorated her face as she sat and pondered the events of today. He was dead, she knew it in her soul. They killed him immediately after she had escaped, and now they had come back for her.

Picking up Yami, she hacked away at her hair, the tufts falling to the ground like autumn leaves. She was now left with a rather messy, tangled bob. Of course it wasn't perfect. It was ugly. Good. She wanted that. She wanted to terrify the people, to be ugly and horrifying, to hear their screams as she separated their heads from their necks.

She heard whispering. This whispering inside her head. Rumia, the fallen angel. The angel of darkness. The angel of death. The whispers described slaughters and massacres, and the sobbing of the humans as they all collectively burned. Yes, burned. She loved that word. And the world would drown in her sorrowful darkness. The world would be her void. Rumia's void. She liked the sound of that.

The knocks that came on the door were followed by screams and squeals and the sound of organs splattering against the floor. She kicked a nearby head, laughing as it rolled away trailing blood along the floor. She licked the remaining blood from her lips and went away to find more humans. More victims.

More people to scream and beg for mercy as she gored them.