Disclaimer: Ohh my, who put me in this giant box? If only I could think outside of it, I might be able to use this bit of string to get free... Touhou belongs to Zun.

A/N: First chapter of my spin-off that details the happenings in the Garden of the Sun is about 25% done! The other one won't be started until this work ends. Unless I get bored. Then I might start it early! On with the show!

Author: Ahh, memories.

Yukari: Didn't it takes quite some time for you to finish-

Author: Ahh, memories.

Aya's love ne- house, early afternoon, Wriggle's PoV:

I peacefully dreamed of the good times with spiders, but as the dream went on, eventually it turned sour and I felt utterly betrayed. The other insects were with me on this, and so—

And then, the siren unlike any other went off; It rung of artificiality and jolted Aya and I awake. Not only did we wake, but we also began scrambling towards the wall, trying to tear our way through it with our hardened nails. I also felt that my face had been kept more warm than the usual, as well as that I was short of breath, which would typically confuse one. Not that I was, in my current state of panic.

Our mounting terror slowly oozing from us like a squeezed sponge, we quickly realized that we weren't under attack and flopped back down onto the bed so as to catch our breath.

"A-Aya...?"

"Ayayayaya... ya...".

"What..." I paused a movement, not sure what to say. "Just what was that...?"

"Th-that was just a gift from a friend. It's called an alarm clock: it makes a very loud sound at this time if I'm still asleep." Answered Aya with a weak chuckle, her wings having drooped a bit. "That one is exceptionally loud, or so I'm told. This was stated as a feature, but, well..."

I looked to the wall that was completely covered in scratches, before snickering. I could tell that Aya must never get used to this. Now that the two of us had calmed down, realization slowly dawned upon us that we were both completely bare.

We both suddenly dove for our underwear, a burning red blush across our faces, which even went so far as touching our ears with a pastel pink.

After we were no longer completely bare, we began to dress at a slower, less frantic pace. Of course, Aya's initial dressing had been instantaneous, compared to my awkwardly trying to fit my legs into my bloomers. Aya went to grab another set of clothes, while I searched for the clothes that were stripped and tossed away the day prior.

I then noticed an odd look on Aya's face. "What's wrong, Aya...?"

Aya simply sighed. "It's... Well, my clothing is back to the way it should be."

"...What way shouldn't they be?"

Aya shook her head. "It's..." Aya hesitated a moment. "It's a long story, okay?" After looking lost in thought a moment, she snickered.

I rose a brow at that.

Noticing, she chuckled awkwardly. "I, erm... I was just imagining Yuuka wanting to get faster through the power of aerodynamics."

My other brow shot up, and I began to try and wrap my head around that, not to mention what she even meant.

With us both dressed, our stomachs groaned in sync, much to my mortification. I hate it when my stomach makes me look bad. At times like this, I miss my old body and its lack of such sounds. Aya was, of course, looking away, poorly hiding her mild embarrassment.

"Ehehe... Perhaps we should go and eat lunch, hmm?" Asked the awkwardly laughing crow. I looked toward my own stomach with a scolding look in my eye, before I began to walk alongside Aya towards the kitchen.

I doubted that she would be able to get used to walking around such a house. Not only was it nice, it felt very cozy: lived in, even. Unlike nicer places, this one wasn't kept spotless. There was a layer of dust on a lot of the surfaces. The only dust free locations were Aya's work room, the kitchen, and the bedroom. From the impression the dust on the dining room room table gave, I didn't think Aya even used that room.

Probably simply ate in her work room, so as to save time, or something like that.

Aya opened up a shiny double-doored box, grabbing several oddly colored eggs and a partially rubbed away wedge of cheese. Aya sure did seem well stocked on eggs. Or, at least, that's how it looked from the small peek I had gotten at the inside of the odd box that radiated cold, before it was closed by the crow...

She must just like eggs.

Aya grabbed a bowl from a cabinet and began to spin a dial, turn a crank, and pull a knob on the 'stove' as she called it. Within moments, 4 of the burners lit up in the center, which she set a large pan on. Going back to her work, she began to crack the eggs on the edge of the bowl while happily humming to herself, followed by poking a hole in each yolk. After the six eggs were prepared, she grabbed a jar of what my antennae recognized as fat and greased the pan, before pouring the eggs evenly into the pan and going for a an odd metal tool covered in bladed holes.

I had begun to salivate heavily at this point, as I liked eggs a great deal, but rarely got a chance to eat any. It was hard sneaking them into meals with Mystia around after all.

After the eggs had finished cooking on that side, Aya skillfully flipped them with a swift motion of the pan and began to use that metal cube to slice thin lengths of cheese onto them. Grabbing a pair of plates and four chopsticks, she used her fan to quickly cut the eggs into even shares, to chopsticks being to transfer them to the plates.

Handing a plate to me, we both began to wolf down out food with little decorum, after I had thanked her for such a nice meal.

My ancestors would likely be ashamed that the line had fallen so far.

After we had both finished, neither of us felt particularly full. Bu, honestly, that was for the best when our dinner would be a rather heavy meal. "Those were the best eggs I think I've ever had! Thanks, Aya!" I complimented, which caused Aya to blush.

Aya didn't seem used to all the pleasant conversation and compliments she was having thrown at her, which I could honestly believe, what with how angry she makes people. "You... really liked my eggs that much...?" Asked the brightly blushing Aya with a small smile.

Why is Aya blushing like that? They were only her...

...Her eggs...

Those eggs looked rather strange.

Aya is a bird, right?

Aya is a crow, right?

Those eggs looked like those of a crow, but bigger.

And then it hit me like a ton of bricks: those were crow eggs. Very, very large crow eggs, but crow eggs none the less. And from Aya's response, those must have come from...

And with that, my nose began to drip.

Aya quickly noticed, of course. "Wriggle...? Are you alright? Your nose is bleeding..." Asked the now worried crow, who was utterly unaware that she had caused this in a sense. Though, the blame truly rests on my shoulders, for I was the one who had to think about where the eggs had to have come from, if they were indeed Aya's.