Disclaimer: Touhou belongs to Zun, and the only things that belong to myself would be Usagi the Mimic, and Moegi the Japanese Beetle. Everything else belongs to their rightful owner.

A/N: Let's see if we can keep breaking through this, hrm?

Y/N: Good. If you keep this up, you just might end this constipation of the mind~

A/N: ...Must you reffer to it as that?

Y/N: You seem to be enjoying a dryspell?

A/N: Okay, okay, call it the other one!

Y/N: If you say so~

A/N: Ugh... Anywho, how about we get on with the show!

Y/N: Why~?

A/N: Ehh?

Y/N: Well, are you some sort of fake magician~? Maybe you'll pull Usagi out of a hat?

A/N: That's your sctick.

Y/N: ...Are you reffering to me as a fake magician?

A/N: Erm... Ahah...

Sunset, Gate of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, Koishi's PoV:

Yap yap yap. So noisy... I had been listening to a bit of a lecture by the oni before me for a whole five minutes now, and had gotten tired of listening to her, so I delved back into the subconcious, disappearing from sight once more.

"Ehh? Where did she..." While Meiling was busy scolding me and also trying to find out why I would ask for such a thing from such a place, I had slowly skipped my way behind her, and gave those nice, juicy melons of hers a squeeze.

"Eheh, how nice~" I continued to molest the surprised guard, untill she started trying to throw me off, which caused me to unconciously let go, so as to quite obviously avoid being thrown.

"H-how? How do you keep moving without me seeing you at all?!" Meiling was starting to feel bothered by me, as if something in me wasn't right. Ohh, how right she was! But I didn't know this in the least, even if it could easily become apparent under certain conditions.

With a devious grin, I pointed towards the sky behind the mansion, shouting, "Hey, is that a dragon?!" As I had started getting bored with messing around with her, I figured now to be a good time to go for the kill.

"Orange?!" She quickly spun around, looking to the sky for my little fib.

While she was distracted, I slipped in front her and somehow took off her underwear without being detected. My, what a lovely shade of red that patch of hair is~!

As she turned around, finally realising that she had been had, I couldn't help but giggle before dissapearing with my prize, and I subconciously scaled the wall of the gate, not feeling like using my heart to float.

Once over the gate, I began to skip along, placing the pair of undies under my hat, while the guard began looking about as if she had gone insane. Not long after I was gone,she felt a sudden draft, and blushed to herself at the only proof she had that that had just happened. ...Or lack there of, if you wish to get technical.

Mister hat does so love undies~

Early night, Remilia's room, Remilia's PoV:

Ehh...? What was that?

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and looked about my room, having had sworn I heard foot-steps.

Little did I know that I only heard it due to having had been asleep. Now that I was awake, and no-longer within my subconcious, there wasn't much of a trace, save for...

...Strings? Why are there many strands of fate converging on one point, while nobody is there? Odd...

"...Hello?" I could think of little else to do, and so decided to take the direct approach, as I was still quite drowzy. Normally I would have ignored and watched it, looking for any signs of movement.

As if always having been standing there, a girl suddenly appeared. Her hair was long, and a stormy grey in color. Her eyes large and like a pair of dark emeralds, while every inch of her skin was a ghostly pale white, as if she was recently drained of all blood, save for a slight pinkness to her cheeks. On her hips she had a forest green, floral-print skirt that went down to her slender, and equally pale knees. Above her skirt was her blouse, a large mustard yellow number, with blue diamond-shaped buttons. If one had to guess, that blouse was intended to cover up and hide her curves a fair bit, but was still tight enough to show that she atleast had some mass to her breasts, even if not very much. Her dainty feet were covered with a pair of boots, with an odd little hole in the center of each foot, and a zipper leading to each hole from the top down, as if they were meant to let something through.

While looking her over, I heard the oddest things, as if a beating heart were reletively close by, and realised that that strange orb that was attached by... arteries... must be her heart. One artery led to within a black sun hat, which had a cute little yellow ribbon tied around it, and the other artery was afixed to her chest, with a little golden heart-shaped clip over top of the connection between the two, as if a testament of trying to hide the sight of the connection between them, for whatever reason.

Gradually, while I was busy slowly looking her over in detail, she began to grin. "...You think I'm pretty~?"

At this I began to blush furiously. "W-w-wha-?" Is she some kind of mine reader? B-but I never thought about that?!

Her grin only widened, and she began to ruffle my hair. "And now you're confused~! Eheh, I can see the subconcious, and you had a lot of unfufilled wants, so... Want to go fishing~?"

I blinked at the question, while trying not to let myself enjoy the hair-ruffle. "...Fishing?" Was she serious? Who would go fishing at night, with a vampire...? Although, that does sound like it could be fun...

"Oho~? Did that make the little girl happy~?" The satori gave me the same grin as before.

"N-now listen he-" Before I could voice my disdain at being called a little girl, I was suddenly being picked up and placed on the girl's shoulders, and bounced me a bit, as if one were riding a horse.

"This is what you want, isn't it~?" The satori's grin had reached an all time high, at least as far as I had seen; not that I cared at this point.

"Weeeee~!" I was much too busy enjoying myself to care in the least.

As Flan had robbed us of a chance to truely enjoy our childhood, I had been forced to raise us both at age five.

Ohh, what a sight this must be; Remilia Scarlet, one of the few remaining Nosferatu, dressed in nothing but a sheer nightie, being given a piggy-back ride, while loving every moment of it.

My charismatic self would likely get a day off, at this rate...