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A/N: And now we return to the honest reporter, Shameimaru Aya once more! On with the show!

Yukari: Honest? Truly?

Yuuka: She did get what was coming to her, for her dishonesty~

Author: Didn't you punish her for calling you slow and constantly teasing you? Besides, I honestly only call her honest sarcastically. Honest. Well, sometimes ironically as well, if memory servers.

Yuuka: As I said, dishonesty.

Yukari: Are you sure about that?

Yuuka: Quite.

Author: ...How about we just get on with the show, before things heat up between these two?

Midnight of the prior day, Garden of the Sun, Aya's PoV:

I hadn't seen the light of day in some time it felt like. I had no idea just how much time had passed since I last was outside, but I could tell that it had been at least a day. I could still feel the itch of the rapidly regenerating swelling of my rear from a 'good' spanking, the lashes from the 'good' whipping, and the mostly healed rope marks. Yuuka had been quite... accommodating of me.

I let out a loud sigh, not caring about being heard at this point. "Ayaya... My poor... well, everything..."

While I was too distracted by my various pains to notice anything with my sharp senses, not to mention completely worn out from the whole ordeal.

Looking to me from the tree, Wriggle smiled to herself, before zipping down from the top of the tree to just about tackle me in a hug. "Aya!" She hugged me with so little restraint, that a human would have been in serious trouble. Heck, with my hollow bones, I'd have to worry if she wasn't a weakling. Sure, they can take a beating that would break those of a human, but they were still hollow, in the end.

I was being squeezed to death. Not literally, but even with my tengu muscles, I was having trouble breathing, as if a snake were coiled around my ribs, and squeezing the life out of me, before swallowing me whole. Of course, unlike a snake, I wouldn't want to hurt Wriggle, so I didn't struggle to get out, "Aya... ya... yaaa... Wriggle... too tight... Can't... breathe..." Of course, I also didn't want to admit that I might have trouble getting out in my weakened state. Tengu pride even keeps you from admitting weakness to yourself a lot of the time.

Blinking, Wriggle suddenly eased up. "Ah... S-sorry, Miss Aya..."

Sighing, I pried an arm free for a significantly weaker hug and took a deep gulp of oxygen that had been denied to me, even if only for a short time. Sure, I can hold my breath a while - when you go so fast, you can't exactly breathe - but it didn't change the fact that I relish the chance to breathe afterwards. "Not now, Wriggle... I'm sore..."

Raising a brow, Wriggle asked, "You're still healing?"

Sighing again, I pried the other arm free with ease. "Healing isn't exactly a tengu thing..."

Blinking, Wriggle said, "But I'm already healed... Why aren't you...?"

Trying to free myself of her grasp once and for all, and failing quite soundly, I said, "Yes, well, you're probably more used to this than me." It was true. I had heard stories of tengu that get in fights constantly healing faster than your average Joe. Tengu are still youkai, so it would make sense that ordinary youkai can become more skilled at regeneration, if you even can even call it 'skill'.

Sighing, I rolled us so that our positions were exchanged, giving my a chance to nip her neck. She was stunned just long enough for me to break free. While Wriggle was stunned, I said, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need sleep..." With that said, I headed for my home on the outskirts of the Tengu Village. I flew high and fast, but not even approaching my top speed.

As I flew, I noticed something a great distance away, through a window, in the dark. It was one of the gifts that tengu are well know for; we have eyes greater than any hawk. It's something we take pride in, really. Grinning with renewed vigor, I swooped down towards the home, bending the winds around me, and was there in a moment, having had to hold my breath for that instant. It was as if I had never been injured.

Grinning, I whispered to myself, "Ohh, naughty, naughty~" I had my camera at the ready in an instant, and began snapping pictures of the scene before me. I even went so far as to use my fan to make Cirno's dress ride up, making the pictures a bit more risque. I was hurting for a scoop, so this would do. I can see it now: Fairy of the lake gets a lover?! Scoop get!

Quickly finding a place to stake out the place, I decided that I needed more pictures for my paper, and slept in a bush.

Early afternoon, Misty lake:

I was awoken by the sounds of children talking. I had napped far longer than I had intended, but this could still work. Judging by the volume, they were close. I carefully flipped onto my stomach, careful of my wings, and crawled to the edge of the bush, peering out towards the lake. Before me, not terribly far away, was a pair of fae. Cirno, and... one I hadn't met before. One of the nameless, perhaps. As I watched, Cirno slipped through her clothes, which collapsed into a pile of snow. Nothing new. She then proceeded to make her way into the water. I was already zoomed in on my prize, and took a few pictures of her fairy butt, while also making sure that I got her wings in the picture; those wings are her most identifiable feature, while naked. There aren't any fae with quite so many, save for the Herald of Spring herself. As Cirno entered the water, I trained the camera on the smaller, timid-looking fairy. She seemed to have at least some power to her, but why don't I know of her? It's not every day that you meet a fae with more than a single pair of wings, after all. They all have names, and I can name every one of them.

Zooming in, I found something odd about the other fairy; she actually had genitals. I've never seen a fairy that did, which always confused me. I'll have to get many pictures of her...

While I watched, snapping pictures here and there, Cirno dove under the water and pulled the other fairy under with her. I couldn't help but snicker to myself as they surfaced, the potentially nameless one coughing up water. Another oddity; as far as I know, fae don't need to breathe, and simply pass air through themselves to speak. I don't think they even have lungs. Something just isn't right with her... Ohh? What's this? The mystery fae looks livid...

Quickly snapping a picture of her cute angry face, I noticed that Cirno had begun to float out of the water, giving me a perfect angle for a picture. And so, I snapped a picture of the angle. When a shutter chance arrives, you have to be ready to tackle it to the ground and show it your moves. Before I had the chance to take a second picture, ice began to rain upon my position. Was I seen?! Did the sun reflect on my lens again?! I crawled out from under the bush and retreated a ways away, all in an instant. When I looked back to the pair, I noticed that Cirno had a shield up before her, blocking the hail of projectiles that had nearly perforated me. I was quick to snap a picture, knowing the value of action shots. Scoop get!

Before I could continue snapping pictures, a tapping at my shoulder nearly caused me to rocket out of my skin. Scrambling away from the source, I spun around and saw that it was Wriggle, who was giggling to herself at my expense.

Whisper-yelling, I said, "W-wriggle...! Ayayaya! What was that for?! You scared me half to death...!" I was less than pleased at my little friend nearly blowing my cover. Had I yelped, or shrieked...

With a grin that could rival Yuuka herself, the little bug stated, "It's not as if I haven't been watching you sleeping the whole time. Had you been less single-minded in your voyeurism, you might have noticed me." The grin only grew wider when she noticed me blush. It would seem that Miss Kazami has rubbed off on the little bug some over however long they've known each other. That, or those with green hair are all sadists. Which is actually reasonable; Sanae is rather... frightening, to say the very least.

Frowning, I looked around shiftily. I was cornered. If not literally, I was figuratively cornered. I could flee, getting out of reach in an instant, but my pride wouldn't accept anything of the sort. "I'm... not some kind of pervert, you know..."

Grinning all the wider, Wriggle listed, "You mean to say that the woman who took pictures of sleeping girls with a creepy grin, hid in a bush to wait till morning, then took pictures of them while bathing - still with a creepy grin, I might add - all while trying to get the most risque angles one could manage, isn't a pervert." Shaking her head, she teased, "No, not a pervert at all. More like a full-blown criminal!" I flinched at being called that. I'm the honest and pure Shameimaru Aya, not some criminal!

You could either pass her off as Yuuka's daughter, say that she is channeling her, or that Yuuka has downright possessed her. It's doubtful that it's the first one, and it isn't likely that Yuuka is capable of possession, leaving only one option.

Although, all of those options sounded like great scoops, so I snapped a quick shot of her wide grin.

"I... I guess I really do seem like a criminal right now, don't I...?" My pride took such a heavy blow from being called that, not to mention that it actually might be true. I began to tear up, on the verge of tears. I'm scum, aren't I...? Worse than the most dishonorable of youkai.

Clearly panicking, Wriggles facade quickly crumbled. "H-hey now, don't start crying...! I simply wanted to request that you meet my friends when we gather for dinner tonight... I already told the one who cooks, Mystia, to expect an extra head..." Giving me puppy eyes, the bug asked, "Can I count on you to be there?" It could be said that Wriggle was very good at looking quite sad. She had grown good at manipulating others out of necessity; her subjects, for the most part, don't listen to her, and some even challenge her rule. It can be said that I know at least a little about this bug. Some believe that she pulls the strings behind her group of friends, but nobody really pays that any mind. After knowing Yuuka for as long as she had, she began to develop a bit, in certain ways. Become more masochistic would be the obvious result. But what if there were others? She obviously wasn't the same Wriggle from the Imperishable Night incident. ...Likely just as weak, though, if able to recover faster than most youkai now.

Smiling through the tears, I replied, "If you ask like that, how could I ever think to say no...?" I whisked away a tear with a finger, before pulling my little morsel into a tight embrace. Not by my own standards, but by human standards. I had long since gotten a hold on my strength, after all. Honestly, I wasn't used to having someone be nice to me. It felt, well, nice. Even my fellow tengu were, at best, always on guard around me, due to my nature to snap pictures around them. Not my fault that they do scoop-worthy things...

Thinking a moment on the fact what I was doing was rather criminal, I looked away, awkwardly replying, "All I ask is that you please don't tell anyone about what I've been doing, okay...?" I may be old, but there are skies even I don't want to fly through.

My reader retention would plummet.