I spraypainted a wall and left the paint to dry. The Touhou Project game series belongs to ZUN and Team Shanghai Alice.
Idiocy incarnate came to her first thing in the morning, in an apron, and quite femininely dressed. She thought nothing of it.
Shuten made breakfast, in quote, "with love, appreciation, and utmost care for my friend." A mood swing is not what Yuugi needed right now. A headache was bound to happen in the presence of this fool.
The food looked quite nice. Hoshiguma suspected that Shizumu didn't make it himself. Of course, mentioning it would be horribly rude. She ate with him. She wondered how he knew about her preference of ganmodoki over regular tofu. She never actually did mention it while eating, after all.
"How is it?" said the little god, with shining eyes, a big grin on his face, and a cute tone.
"Good, thanks."
'I should like this, but this is just horribly squeezing my brain like a ton of rocks.'
A thought came out of her mouth.
"please knock it off."
"What did you say?" said Shuten with a curious look.
"Thanks for making breakfast."
A thankful peck on the forehead was given. Cute.
She put on a loose-fit kimono, and took the situation in stride by acting like nothing happened yesterday. The situation was still absurd. Had she awoken anything in him? Isn't this kind of problem something that would come after making peace with him...?
She clenched her head, and realized: her braincells were actually dying. Going back to bed seemed like the best option for now. She swiftly put down the futon, got in, and was greeted by an adorable little beast under her covers.
"You're going to kill me. One day, I'm going to snap and kill everyone in the room i'm standing in, including myself; all because of you."
"Aww, c'mon... I'm not gonna do anything lewd~..."
"Seriously, knock it off, you're creeping me out. I didn't expect to be greeted by the horrors of your stupidity this morning, but here you are, in my fucking bed, overcompensating for a problem which we could have perfectly settled over drinks. You need to shove one of those blessings of yours up your ass, and check up on what the hell's wrong with you. You're driving me nuts."
"Haah, okay, alright, I give in." he put off the feminine mannerisms. "Geez, I'm trying to be nice here. Don't be such a moodkiller. And you do still own me. Who are you to reject your servant's services?"
"You were the one who broke into my home and acted like you were my wife. And sexual harassment is not a service."
"It's called trying to make your day better after putting you through trouble. Haven't heard of it? And I have passed through several phases of full-blown clinical depression while you weren't there. Overcompensating for a small problem isn't that weird for a guy who's lacked nearly any kind of social interaction for a millenium."
"All of my senses, along with my head, hurt. Also, you're horrible at acting like a woman (Lies!). You do make for a good cook, though."
"That's what thousands of years of not being able to afford actual ingredients has done to me. Now I can even serve amazingly flavorful grass. Imagine what I can do with a hunk of meat, and other, better ingredients."
"That is ridiculous."
"You've tried it for yourself. You're the judge."
Shuten pulled out a kimono and a hakama from a pile of his old clothes that Yuugi kept for some reason, and headed towards the bathroom.
"I'll change into my own clothes, then. Seeing you didn't appreciate my gift."
Blood pumped through Yuugi's head, nearly bursting a vein.
"I did say your "gift" creeped me out, didn't I?."
The little boy glared at Yuugi, though he failed to intimidate her.
'Those frilly clothes just destroy any kind of power he may be trying to show off, huh?.'
He pouted at the lack of fear in her expression. It looked a lot more fitting. And adorably wholesome.
"I'll be on my way."
'Oh, right.'
"Sorry for what happened yesterday."
"Apologies accepted." Shizumu sighed, and exited the bedroom through the door. Though he didn't want to show it, a soft smile covered his lips.
As he changed from the small dress he put on, and put off the wig, he looked at the mirror. Lightly reddened eyes stuck out from his face, and some bags had formed below his eyes. He had let his perfect appearance drop, and he was sitting on the floor. He breathed slowly.
'What purpose was there if she didn't even like it?! Ughhh... I managed to get an apology, though. Mission half-assed, I suppose.'
He put on his clothes, and put the dress and apron in the comically wide sleeves of the kimono. It was still too big for him, even if he didn't bother to notice earlier.
The baggy hakama covered his baby-smooth legs, and he once again put on the 'mask'.
He said goodbye on his way out, and came back to a quite crowded shrine. He didn't feel any faith coming from it, though...
The people surrounded a green-haired miko, who seems to have decorated the shrine with onbashira, snakes and... frogs...
He looked at the hand-written plate which he had taken care of for so many years. It was on the fucking floor. His humble, little shrine, covered in symbols which were not his own. He frothed at the mouth. A sudden blast of sake elixir ruined the green-haired girl's speech.
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO DEFILE A GOD'S HOME?!" the little oni said.
"What are you talking about?" said the shrine maiden.
"THIS IS MY SHRINE! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO IT!?"
"I do not see any gods here other than mine."
The raging youth threw a talisman at the girl, which exploded fiercely on contact.
"I'M THE FUCKING GOD OF THIS SHRINE! I'M THE ONE WHO KEPT IT RUNNING FOR AN ENTIRE CENTURY! I'M THE ONE WHO BROKE HIS GODDAMN BACK SWEEPING AND CLEANING EVERY SINGLE INCH OF HIS HOME, HOPING SOME CHARITABLE SOUL WOULD DONATE IN EXCHANGE FOR A BLESSING, EVERY GOD DAMN DAY, FOR 127 YEARS, 8 MONTHS, 2 WEEKS, AND 3. FUCKING. DAYS! AND YOU'RE THE GREEN-HEAD PRICK WHO THINKS, HEY, MY GOD'S BETTER, SO LET'S TAKE THIS SHITTY-FUCKING-ASS SHRINE FOR OURSELVES, IT'S NOT LIKE ANYONE TOOK ANY CARE OF IT, RIGHT?"
A magatama from the myriad necklaces Shizumu wore broke. He threw behind him whatever talismans he had on him, setting off many explosions at once.
A fiery red aura surrounded Shuten, who grew to a more adult size, and whose 5 horns grew, reminding any past victims he wronged of the sheer terror they felt in his overwhelming presence.
"FUCK SPELL CARDS, FUCK THESE FANCY-ASS DANMAKU, BLOODY FIST-TO-YOUR-FACE COMBAT IS WHERE IT'S AT!"
In the blink of an eye, the Kishin dashed forward at incredible speed, his fist meeting a gohei rod. though incredibly tough, it didn't affect him, as he was a divine entity. He grabbed it, and snapped it in half. Not even children shall be spared in his fury.
"YOU CAME INTO MY HOME, DESTROYED MY RICE FIELDS, KILLED MY HORSE, THREW MY FUCKING HORSE INTO A LOOM AND KILL MY WEAVING MAIDEN, AND THEN, TO FUCKING FINISH OFF WHATEVER RESPECT I HAD FOR YOU, YOU SHIT ON MY FUCKING GOLD CHAIR! THE COMPLETE DESTRUCTION OF WHATEVER MERCY I WOULD HAVE BROUGHT UPON YOU, AS YOU DEFECATE ON MY FUCKING CHAIR, WITH AN UNREPENTANT LOOK!"
His leg sweeps forward, meeting the miko's shin. She squeals. He continues to ramble on pointlessly
"BUT I'M NOT GOING TO FUCKING LOCK MYSELF UP IN A CAVE! NO! I'M GOING TO MURDER WHOEVER DID IT! WHY THE FUCK ARE PEOPLE LIKE THIS?!"
The overwhelming rage consumes any sense of calm and or regret.
"YOU'RE FUCKING NUTS! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! DON'T GIVE ME THAT SMART-ASS ANSWER: "I'M A GOD'S SERVANT"! GIVE ME A PROPER, FUCKING FIVE-PAGE LONG EXPLANATION ON WHY THE FUCK YOU THINK YOURSELF SO SUPERIOR TO TAKE SOMEONE'S GODDAMN HOME AWAY FROM THEM LIKE CANDY FROM A SHITTING BABY! MAYBE YOU SHOULD SUFFER WHAT I DID, TURNING INTO A GOD. AHAHAH! FEEL THE FUCKING MAGGOTS DIGGING INTO YOUR GODDAMN THROAT AND SKULL, AS THEY FEAST ON YOUR GREY FUCKING MATTER, AND REALIZE YOU'RE COMPLETELY HELPLESS AS YOU CAN DO NOTHING BUT WATCH THEM ENTER THROUGH YOUR DAMNED EYES! HAHAHAH!"
Troubles which weren't even related to the situation started getting mentioned. He also went bonkers
"MAYBE, YOU SHOULD FEEL THE REGENERATION, SQUISHING THOSE FUCKING BUGS INTO YOUR FLESH, LEAVING EGGS THAT HATCH IN YOUR HEAD, MAKING YOU FEEL THE SQUIRMING OF THE GOD FORSAKEN LARVA IN YOUR BRAIN FOR A THOUSAND! FUCKING! YEARS! YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK YOU, FUCK THIS, AND FUCK WHATEVER PIECE OF SHIT YOU'RE WORSHIPPING! I WISH I COULD GET DONE WITH BEING A GOD IN GENERAL! BECAUSE, HONESTLY BEING A FUCKING ONI WAS A MILLION TIMES MORE FUN, WHEN I WAS THE ONE KILLING PEOPLE AND RAZING THEIR HOMES TO THE GROUND!"
He grabbed the girl by the neck, pushed her onto the floor and let his grip loosen lightly, his hands still wrapped around her delicate throat.
BUT NOW I'M TRYING TO GIVE A HELPING HAND TO THOSE IN NEED! BEING A FUCKING THERAPIST IS BETTER THAN A BARBARIAN! I DID SOMETHING WRONG, SO I'M TRYING TO REDEEM MYSELF! SO WHY..." he got up, and sighed. "...do you have to spit on the guy who's trying to get his stuff together?"
He slowly shrank. His horns had sunk after a couple deep breaths. After the girl went unconscious, he brought her into his home to patch her up. No grudge he had was going to be satisfied with a dead body, and the girl probably isn't that much at fault. His frustration should go to the gods that probably told her that the shrine was vacant. After the crowds dissipate, he feels like a lot of fear has been placed on him.
(Curses are now available! Congrats, you're feared enough to be able to drive people to insanity using one of these! You should be proud.)
(New spell card!)
Oni King Sign: 「Fury of the Kishin」 (鬼神 Kishin - Oni God).
A power-up spell. Shuten is able to shoot -Focus Shot: Curse Talismans- while he's all big and grown up. He, quote, 'Borrows the power of fear to revert [himself] to a state far in the past'. He's really mean and angry in this form, but if he can't keep a constant stream of fear flowing into him and keep reverting himself, it gets canceled. He also gets horribly attractive in order to add to an already overblown oni pride.
Something clicked in the god's head. It felt like something had gone both wrong and right. As he scrambled to find what it was, he found a deep black and purple talisman, which irradiated a sickening aura, in his kimono's left sleeve, along with a red-coloured Spell Card.
"I hoped I wouldn't get to the level of making curses anytime soon. Oh well, it's those gods' fault, not mine, so..."
He started to work on his patient.
After a couple hours of makeshift medicine and intensive care, the girl woke up.
"What's your name?" he said in a polite, though still intimidating tone.
"MMynameisKochiyaSanae,IservethegodsMoriyaSuwakoandYasakaKanako,intheMoriyaShrine, ,toexplain-" her speech formed pure, unadulterated fear with every word she said.
"Woah, woah there. Slow down a bit there, feller. I'm not going to eat you, despite what I... might have done earlier. Take a deep breath, and drink that cup of tea. It'll go cold if you don't. Then talk. You don't have to repeat yourself, though. I heard you just fine."
The girl took a moment to breathe, then chugged her tea, calming her down.
"We had found your shrine while you were gone. My gods told me to try starting a branch shrine in the underground, and yours seemed empty, so, of course, we took it-"
He put her head between his hands, making her face him.
"Do you rob a man's house when he's out working, and call that LOGICAL?"
"What does that have to do with-?"
"Nothing, forget it." He dismissed her question with a wave. "Where's your gods' shrine? Top, middle, bottom of the mountain? I need to have an adult's talk with them."
"Umm, we're at the top."
"Alright, got it. Expect me to come tomorrow. I can't deal with this kind of trouble this early, and I just came back from something horrible."
He let his tired face show.
"Now, move aside, I need to catch some fucking sleep."
After Sanae got up, he collapsed on the futon. He'd spent the last 22 hours awake, lying on the cold floor outside Hoshiguma's home while trying to come up with something to make up with her. And crying.
The girl pulled the mattress from under him to put it on his back, and a couple minutes later, exited the god's second home, first being the shrine. She was also weirded out by his need of sleep. Different gods must have different needs, she supposed.