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A/N: And now, onwards to the Scarlet devil mansion!
Late night, Skies over Misty Lake:
As we were of even numbers of fliers to non-fliers, Mima suggested that she would carry Cirno, as opposed to leaving her in the hands of a man-eater, and Rumia would carry me. However, she has been allot more... touchy-feely since we woke up. ...Is this going to become a regular occurance, as the kisses from Cirno had?
It wasn't a long flight, and there wasn't much to be said, though Rumia seemed to be doing her best to make me say somthing.
As we flew, Rumia carried me over her shoulder, gently rubbing my exposed bottom. She had hiked up the dress, allowing my body to be on display to the whole world, as though she wanted me to break the silence with my voice. Does she never get tired of doing this sort of thing? While I can't say I hated it, though that could be a side effect of being a Darkness Youkai, I didn't particularly want to let myself enjoy such a thing.
Mima, who knew exactly what was happening, positioned Cirno in a way that she couldn't see behind her, where this was taking place. She simply shook her head, and sighed at our antics.
My eyes went wide, my face flaring red, when she brushed against the more sensative flesh. I held a hand over my mouth, trying to silence myself the best I could. While I was still heard, it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. Feeling her hand brush against me directly was maddening, causing me to squirm about. Part of me screamed to make her stop, and the rest wanted me to beg for more of such attention.
"We're here." Rumia responded to Mima's statement by sighing and letting the dress once more cover me. She did enjoy a good chance to tease others behind the backs of her friends. It was always so... stimulating to do such things. Having to worry about them turning their eyes your way only magnified the pleasureful teasing.
The pair of non-fliers, myself and Cirno, were let down as soon as the opportunity was available. I fixed my dress a bit, before realizing that it might be an issue to go to such a nice place dressed as I was.
"U-umm... Wouldn't it be rude to enter ones house, especially a mansion, in a blood stained dress?" From being stabbed, the dress had a large section dyed with dried blood, as well as a hole from the knife.
"Is that so~?" I suddenly found myself being tickled by Rumia. I squirmed about, giggling, gasping for air, and trying to get away. Before long, a warbly black blob began to materialize around us, before Rumia stopped her torture. After a moment, the blob faded, and the dress was now pure black, no longer cut. ...What a unique ability...
"W-what was... that for...?" I was still winded, as I was quite weak to being tickled.
"Well, I couldn't think of a better way to fix up that dress!" Rumia had explained why, while not explaining why at all. She sure did like like mind games... I sighed, wishing she would be less vague. Whatever that odd darkness was, it was like a liquid, unlike the darkness that I had 'seen' thus far. Somehow, I could breathe within the dark liquid, and it seemingly stained my dress black, while repairing it.
As we walked, we came upon a gate guard who seemed to have fallen asleep at her post. Her hair was beautiful, her long scarlet locks slowly drifting in the breeze. Over her face, a green beret, which was adorned with a gold star inscribed with the chinese character for 'dragon', rested. She must have placed it over her face, so as to block the sun. ...How long had she been asleep? Her curvy yet strong looking build was accented by a tight fitting green traditional chinese outfit, and a pair black slip on shoes. All of these things combined made her look extremely chinese.
"Should we wake her...?" Everyone looked back to me with a look that said 'no,' so I simply dropped the notion.
As we reached the gate, we noticed it to be unlocked. Odd, why would anyone keep a gate unlocked?
Mima simply pushed the gate open, and we entered. Once we were all in, the guard woke back up, placing her hat back atop her head. She was given orders to let these ones in, so she had, in her own... unique way.
Once we reached the main door, we discovered it too was unlocked. What's the point of having such things, if you never lock them? Mima turned the knob, and once more cleared our route of obstruction.
Just as I had closed the door behind us, an elegant maid appeared before us, as though she had been there all along. Her grey braids hung from her face, not swaying in the least. Had she moved faster than the eye could see, they would have been moving. But no, they were as motionless as the maid herself.
"You would be Lady Patchouli's guests, I presume?" The maid seemed devoid of emotion, but she had the smallest smile touching her lips, as though she simply could not smile, but tried anyways.
"We would be, yes." Mima put on her best smile, looking slightly insane. She never was one for smiles.
"You will be joining us for breakfast, at request of my Mistress, Remillia. Lady Patchouli will be there, so you needn't strain yourself combing the library for her. Besides, it would be..." In an instant, her hand fills with knives. "...unwise to decline." I gulped at the very heavily implied threat. Heck, you could hardly even call it implied, it was a strait up threat.
"Fine, we will meet this mistress of yours." Mima hadn't batted a lash at the threat, instead, she ignored it completely.
There was a long walk ahead of ourselfs, much longer than one would think would fit within the entire mansion, be we began the long trek to the dining hall.
"...Pardon me for asking, but why are you dressed as the Red-white?" The maid, who had long since hidden her knifes, asked. Mima simply smiled.
"Ahh, she lent it to me. Also, I'm her ancestor, so it's only natural to wear such a thing, even if it is a bit... unique, compared to the standard shrine maiden outfit." Why hide the truth? She wasn't Yukari, after all...
"...Excuse my rudeness, but I don't think I can believe such rubbish." The maids expressionless mouth was now bent into an annoyed frown.
"Believe what you will, but it's the truth. I was of the first of the Hakurei, over 100 years ago." Mima's smile only grew as she recalled the past.
"First? Do you mean, of the ones tasked with protecting the border?" The maid was clearly confused by the claim.
"Nah, there were no Hakurei before that. We were the first, myself and Miko. It was a name we chose when we ran from home, and became shrine maidens. A short time after that, we received a letter which promised us our own shrine, should we accept. Needless to say, we accepted, and from there, things just got plain weird..." None but a select few knew this secret, so it caught the maid by surprise. While she didn't belive the words, Mima seemed as though she was recalling a wonderful dream. Mima dearly missed those days, and had only herself to blame for their end. Its not like there was reason to hide the secret anymore, though. What, would her parents rise from the grave and force her to marry an old corpse...?
It wasn't much longer untill we finally reached the dining hall. As we reached the door, the maid vanished, and the doors were open, as if they hadn't not been. As we walked into the room, we saw the maid who was once by our side, on the other side of the enormous room, placing dish after dish down.