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: (In reference to the title of the prior chapter.) It's... Motoori Kosuzu! The star of the new touhou manga, Forbidden Scrollery! Which, I might add, has had atleast the first chapter scanlated.
K/N: Hi there! As you probably don't know, the author likes to make use of characters who others probably don't know of. As such, she has made use of me!
A/N: Tell them a bit about yourself!
K/N: Well, I work at the book lender owned by my family since long ago, Suzunaan, and I enjoy collecting daemon books!
A/N: And what are those?
K/N: A daemon book is a book written by a youkai, written by a youkai to a human, a magicians grimoir, or a book that contains the existance of a youkai! I recently gained the ability to read any book that I touch, making me able to read books that only a small number within Gensoukyou can read! I have a little trouble seeing things up close, so I also wear a pair of glasses when I need to read!
A/N: Ohh? What are a couple books that you own? Also, I do believe you may be the first to need glasses in the windows era! I may be mistaken, however.
K/N: Well, I own the letter of appology from a t, as well as a copy of the necronomicon!
A/N: The book bound in human flesh, that can raise the dead?
K/N: Not this one. This one is bound in a reptilian face, complete with a few bones and all the teeth! Cut myself on the teeth once, and boy was that a nasty infection! Kept trying to strangle myself for weeks...
A/N: Well, with a bit of a run-down on the new character complete, how about we get on with the show?
K/N: Enjoy!
Sunset, Hakurei Shrine, Kosuzu's PoV:
"Ehh?" I looked about in confusion, as everything around me had simply... changed all of a sudden. For that matter, why am I sitting at this table...? I was just walking around, and closing up shop for the d- ...Is that who I think it is? "Reimu? ...Did you do something with your hair? I can't put my finger on it, but something about you looks different, somehow..."
The irritable shrine maiden let out a sigh at this, and began to quietly mutter to herself. "Why does everyone have to ask about the hair...? I have a freaking floating donation box, and red eyes too, y'know... Why not point those out...?"
I blinked in confusion at how I could easily hear her soft muttering of irritation. "Right. Why do you have a possessed donation box anywa-"
Before I could continue, I found myself interrupted by the miko. "It's not possessed, dammit! Heck, we just told you that I'm a youkai, Kasen..."
The hermit? Why is she refering to me by her name of all things...? I mean sure, I guess we probably could moonlight as eachother if we needed to, but still... The height difference kinda kills that. ...Wait, why is it that my seated height is about the same as Reimu's? Normally I'm a head shorter than h-! Wait, what? Reimu's a youkai?
As I was about to open my mouth to ask about that, I felt a hand cover my mouth from over my shoulder, and a voice whispering into my ear from over the opposite shoulder. I felt a chill to run down my spine, and noticed that a hefty pair of breasts were now resting against my back. "She's the same Reimu as always, but you are not the same you. Try not to panic too much, when you decifer the meaning of this~"
As quickly as she had come, she was gone. "...What the world just happened?"
Reimu finished her current sip of still steaming tea, and let out a sigh as she placed it back down. "Mama just molested you a bit, while whispering sweet nothings into your ear." At recieving a flick from a particularly irritated looking hand coming from an odd portal in the air, Reimu corrected, "What I meant was that mama just reassured you that I'm me, and then warned you that you aren't you, for some reason." With a sigh, she rubbed the spot in which she was flicked by what I assumed to be a youkai. She has said that she almost exclusively get youkai visitors, not counting Marisa and I.
At being told that I'm not me, I looked down at myself, and was greeted by a pair of breasts that weren't there before. Whoa... ...Not being myself is actually not so bad, even if it's a bit strange! Not that I cared, as I was now a bit too busy inspecting my breasts, but I was wearing my slightly redder, slightly lighter than usual hair in a pair of double chinese buns, which were held up by a pair of small white sacks, with black draw-cord ribbons. On top of the breasts in which I was so busy experiencing, I wore a white shirt, with a brown, thorned vine motif front panel, and the head of a rose pinned just above my breasts. Upon my hips was a green skirt, with a bit of black ribon laced through the hem. My left hand seemed to be restrained by a heavy looking, loosely fitting shackle.
Once I was done sating my curiosity for the softest part of womanhood, I looked at my bandaged right arm with a curious eye. It looks like my arm was hurt or something, but... I don't feel any pain from it at all!
"If you're done groping yourself, can you leave...? I'd rather Kasen not be here when she returns to being herself." Reimu wasn't in the best of moods, perhaps due to being coated in something sticky. Tea, perhaps? Either way, it seemed to have soured her mood.
Just then a youkai whose breasts somehow looked familiar popped out of a hole much like the one in which the hand flicked Reimu from. "Reimu, don't be rude to your little friend..."
At hearing her mother reffer to myself as a friend, Reimu began to blush a bit. "We're not friends or anything like that! Stop making such rash judgments!"
I couldn't help but let a teasing grin creep on to my cheeks. "But Reimu, you've always been so nice to me! If not a friend, does that make you and I lovers?"
Once she recognized what I was doing, the mystery woman joined in. "That's right! Shall I go fetch Sanae, and hold a wedding for you two?"
Acting before thinking, Reimu shouted, "Anybody but Sanae! Get Byakuren, plea... se..." It wasn't long before she realized what she was saying. "I-I mean... Erm... I'm not about to let you marry me off to someone I probably don't even know! Seriously, who is it that you swapped her with...?"
However, it was too little, too late. The unnamed youkai and I were giving her the most amused grins, while trying very hard not to laugh at her. After a long moment, I said, "Don't know me...? It's me, Kosuzu!"
At this, Reimu's eyes went wide. "Kosuzu?" After a moment, she turned towards the strange looking woman, obviously angry. "Mama, what the do you think you're doing?! I can see why you had to do that to Kasen, but what did Kosuzu ever do?"
'Mama'? I thought Reimu said she didn't have a mother...? Ahh, I see... "So if I'm not way off, you didn't know she was your mother untill recently, huh?"
At this, the youkai let out a chuckle. "That's quite the accurate leap of logic, hmm? I would expect no less from you, little Kosuzu..." Once that was said, she fell down into another of those holes in the air, and popped in beside me. "It's nice to meet my Reimu's little friend face to face. I would be Yukari Yakumo, the creator of this land. It's a pleasure to meet you~"
That's quite the claim... "...Wow Reimu, your mom's a big-shot, if that's true!"
At this, Reimu simply let out an exasperated sigh at my lack of c. "Don't you care that you've traded bodies with someone...?"
At that, I tapped my lip in thought for a moment, before shaking my head. "No, not really. Not nearly as bad as that one time the entire village switched genders..."
"That was my doing as well~" Yukari felt the need to point this out, which caused my brow to twitch.
Who would use such a potent power in such a whimsical way...? ...Although, I never really have met a youkai before... Well, save for the lesser youkai held in my books, but those aren't anything compared to this one. Everything about her exudes power, and yet she acts so... unexpectedly playful, and pleasant. I always expected great youkai to mostly be blood-thirsty monsters, but to find out that my friend's mother is one just nudges me further into the direction of them being otherwise.
As I gave her a timid look, she returned it with a wide, happy grin, which I somehow found frightening in of itself.
Youkai sure are an effortlessly terrifying bunch...