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Kog/N: H-hello, invisible people... Yukari told me you'd be staring at me as soon as I said that, so I'll just assume that you are listening... A-anyways, The story shall be coming to it's end soon, as the Author is leaving Gensokyo for good. She's tired of getting so few reviews, so she's leaving...
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Kog/N: ...Are you surprised...? Sorry that I lied, but I'm hungry... If you've yet to notice, I'm a bit... thin. It's been around three weeks since I last surprised anyone... She's actually fine with the reviews, even if it's usually only "the nicest reviewer ever" that gives her any. However, the story is still coming to an end.
A/N: Ahem, before she makes you misinterpret that last bit, It's only the ending of part 1 of the Paradise series. However, once DoP has ended, I'm going to be taking a bit of a break to fix up the first... I'd say 50-100 DoP chapters. Depends on how bad things are, once I reach 50, really. And, no, it won't be 1 chapter fixed a day. That'd be a 50-100 day project if that were the case... I'd say about 5 a day would be a fair estimate, as it'll also be a bit of a break from writing while I do as such.
Early night, Scarlet Devil Mansion, Remilia's PoV:
Mnn... That was a good dream...
I yawned a bit, and leaned up. The room was dark, as was usual; while sun-light is the only form of light that hurts, I still do preffer the calming darkness.
It seems tonight shall be an interesting one... Any time anything interesting happens, Sakuya is too busy to wake me. It's not that I need the help, but I do enjoy her gentle hands lifting the night-gown over my head, followed by her getting me dressed...
I got a bit thoughtless while thinking about the enjoyable way I wake up, so my hand had made its way between my legs.
"Ahh!" I quickly pulled my hand away from my nether regions, as it's not good to do such things first thing in the night.
...It's also not good to be so willing to touch ones self at the drop of a hat, but I wasn't about to start thinking that.
I kicked the silky, white-trimmed, scarlet comforter from my body and began to strip the silky little scarlet night-gown I had on my person in a rather speedy, if a bit un-refined, way. When there's nobody around, why bother with putting on airs?
With my skin now exposed to the cool night air, I began to flap my way over to the dresser on the other end of the room, as the wood flooring is probably a bit chilly. Ahh, it's rather refreshing to dress ones self every so often.
Let's see... I'll go with a pair of thich-highs on this particularly chilly night, and forgo the usual black, lace panties for a pair of bloomers. It's best to look sexy on warmer nights, and to stay warm on the less warm nights. What sex appeal is there to catching a cold...?
The rhetorical question I had asked myself about the sex appeal of catching a cold bade me try to come up with an answer, even if it was a bit silly. Well, I suppose there's the whole 'If I catch your cold, you'll get better faster! Let's d-do it...' play, but that seems too obvious...
...I wonder if Sakuya would do that, if I were to catch a cold...? Not that I think I ever have... I'm quite hardy, like any young Nosferatu should be. Maybe I'll test this out... Guess I'll put the thight-highs and bloomers back, and simply forego underwear for the night.
Wait, maybe I should do this on a day that I don't have some interesting happening to worry about...
With a sigh, I began to get dressed, and even dressed warmly, too. I wouldn't want to look like an idiot if we happened to have a guest, you know?
Bathroom, Orange's PoV:
I sneezed loudly, which caused me to shoot a small jet of flames at the water. Oops...
"My, that was quite the sneeze, wasn't it?" Sakuya couldn't help but chuckle. Had I been looking at her when I sneezed, I doubt she would have found it funny.
"Oww..." My mouth had been burned a little by my accidental use of my flame breath. Without my true form, I have next to no flame resistance. It's actually quite the annoyance, really. As I was so used to not even being effected by heat, I ended up being easily susceptable to heat after I lost my power. Quite annoying...
"Ehh? That... hurt?" Sakuya sounded a bit confused, which was to be expected. Who has ever heard of a dragon that burns itself every time it makes use of its flames? I'm pathetic...
"Y-yauh... I buhn' mahy 'ongue..." I avoided using my slightly singed tongue, so speaking was a bit hard at this point.
"Aww, show me where it hurts... Poor thing..." Sakuya had a general look of concern in her eyes, so I stuck my tongue about twenty-five centimetres out at her. Not with any sort of intent to be annoying, but just so that she could see what I mean. "Ohh, my... That... that's a long tongue..." Sakuya couldn't help but let her mind wander into the gutter at the uses of such a thing; Remilia was starting to rub off on the poor maid, even if she had put effort into avoiding becoming a pervert like her Mistress.
With my tongue stuck out so far, speaking was quite difficult, but I tried anyways. "Cah ah puhl ih bah' ihn nohw...?" My tongue had already mostly regenerated, so it wasn't so ba-
On an impulse, Sakuya gave my tounge a little peck, which caused my thought process to come to a crashing stop. "There. All better." She gave me a little smile, and realized that we really did need to be getting out of the tub. "Ahh, it's about time for me to prepare breakfast!
I was left in a blushing stupor, my tongue hanging a full thirty centimetres from my mouth while as limp as a dead snake. Had she just... kissed my tongue...? That seems a bit... No... That seems really, really naughty!
While I was stunned at the sudden development, Sakuya picked me up once more, and began to work on drying me off.
Sakuya's PoV:
I was about to get Orange dressed in her clothes, when I realized just how horribly damaged they were. The back looked as though she had been roughly smacked into a tree, and there were rips and tears all over, from what looked like thorns, as well as a layer of dust. This wouldn't do...
I stopped time, got dressed, and began to swim my way to the other end of the mansion, where the Fairy Maid quarters are. Orange looks to be the same size as the particularly tall Fairies, so I think their uniform should fit, atleast untill I have a chance to repair her clothes. While there are many things I can do while time is stopped, I need the supplies to do them. Or, better yet, I could ask the doll-maker to put together a new one for her. She doesn't have the cheapest rates, but there is no better tailor on the surface. If on wishes for the highest quality imaginable, one goes to see that spider I heard about from Lady Patchouli.
Once I had picked out an outfit from the great number of spares we had, I began my work of silently blessing the outfit with the power of time, as it would be a great deal easier to carry if I were to do that.
As there is no sound while in my world, I began to wordlessly mouth a request to time itself, asking for my blessing of Father Time to extend to this set of clothing, so that I might maneuver it freely.
Before long, color returned to the outfit, breaking through the mono-chromatic tint everything else had. It seems my request, as per usual, had been granted.
I made my way to the front gate, and momentarily left my world, allowing time to resume.
"It will be time for breakfast sshortly, Meiling. Ohh, and don't be surprised by your sister's odd way of dressing, as her clothes are far too damaged to be used." Without even giving her a moment to respond, I once again slowed time to a halt, and made my way back to the bathroom.
Once I had arrived, I noted the confused look upon Orange's face, as she had been left alone in the bathroom for the scant few seconds it took to relay that message to Meiling.
Yet again, I allowed time to resume.
"A-ahh...!" Orange jumped at my sudden presence, as she had just been wondering where I had gone.
"I've returned. Your clothes are in tatters, so I've prepard an outfit for you." I had since regained my composure, which I was likly soon to be yet again losing while facing off against the pure smile of Orange.
"R-really...? You... you're really nice, Miss Sakuya..." Orange was only used to the kindness of her sister, while just about everyone else she had ever met was rather cruel to the poor Dragon. As such, she had the happiest of smiles on her face, and tears threatening to escape from her eyes. They were not tears of sadness, but those of pure joy.
"You are... very welcome, Orange." I couldn't take it anymore, so I walked over to the girl, knelt down, and gave her the hug I could no longer resist giving her; I felt the need to hug her, regardless of if she needed it. "Now, let's see about getting you dressed, shall we?" I picked her back up, and sat her on the closed toilet. While such things have few uses these days, they are still good for chairs when one needs to change.
I placed the folded set of clothes on the counter space of the sink beside the toilet. The sink was made of scarlet marble, with pollished gold fixtures; a testament to the wealth the Scarlet family once possessed. That wealth had been extinguished in the 450 years Remilia and her sister, Flandre, had been living alone. When she was born, Flandre accidentally killed their parents, so they had no real source of income for those 450 of so years.
I began to work a pair of fresh underwear up Oranges legs, and let them rest upon the area they were intended to cover, followed by a pair of pantyhose, for warmth, both of which fit like a glove. After that, I worked the rest of the outfit on her, while skipping the apron, as that would be needed to differentiate her from the maids. It would be strange for me to be carrying around what can easily be mistaken as one of our many Fairy maids.
Ahh, that's right! She needs that ribbon of hers back on. "Why do you wear that ribbon?" I was honestly curious.
I reached to grab it, before Orange grabbed my wrist. "Don't touch it...! It might be enough to kill a human, like yourself, and I wouldn't want you to die, Miss Sakuya... A-anyways, it's supposed to seal away my powers, such as my flame breath... You actually saw the reason for the seal a short while ago." Ohh, I see... It's because it hurts a great deal when she sneezes, due to the flames.
"Would it be fine if I touch the clothing it's resting upon?" Once Orange gave a small nod, I used the ruined outfit as a sort of tray, and brought her the ribbon, which she fastened back into her hair with a small yelp. Such a charm has to be quite stong to supress even a weakened Dragon, so it's a bit painful to touch. That it, if you are a dragon, or a Youkai. It could probably cause a heart attack in a human.
With the charm in place, Orange's hair slowly faded back to being scarlet in color, while her fine scales became a single sheet of baby-soft skin.
With that out of the way, I picked Orange up, and made my way for the kitchen, while Orange happily snuggled against me. She really is far too cute...
"...Miss Sakuya?" Orange looked to my eyes with curiosity.
"Yes?" While walking at a moderate pace, I aimed a bright smile at Orange. It's odd, but the girl brings out a side of mine that a scant few have seen in recent years.
"Why is it that your breasts keep changing size...?" She was reffering to how I took my pads off, as it doesn't particularly work to bathe with such things on.
"Ahh, well, Milady thinks it's best for a maid to a bit 'busty' like your sister..." I sighed at the horrible reasoning.
"Why? The bigger they are, the more they get in the way! I think you look best without them on!" Orange gave me a blindingly honest grin.
...Maybe I should question her reasoning some time...
I thought on Orange's words of wisdom the whole way to the kitchen, while neither of us spoke. She knew that her words had hit home a bit, so she was fine with my lack of an answer.