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: Mnn... Where... Where am I...? I feel so strange...

K/N: ...Yukari?

A/N: Ehh? Where?

K/N: Ehh? Erm, are you you feeling well? You didn't hit your head, did you...?

A/N: What? No, that'd be terribly cliche, wouldn't it...?

K/N: Well, cliched as it may be, it is a common side-effect of humans being utterly forgotten by the world. ...Embarassingly, that fact has made me a bit quick to judge simple confusion as a case of amnesia, which has led to some... unique misunderstanding.

A/N: ...Such as, Keine?

Keine: Need I detail such things...? I already know that little within Gensoukyo goes on without you being aware, Yukari...

A/N: ...W-what did you just call me...?

A/N2: With the hurricane getting ready to hit the east coast, I will likely be offline for awhile. I will try and update like mad, and finish this work up, before monday. DoP is coming to an end, but not the series it is the start of. Once I have fixed things up, I will start 2 Frozen Paradise, and we will see just where we end up! In other news, DoP is nearly a year old.

Night, Mt. Shiro, Rumia's PoV:

Feeling a slight sting to the part of me one would reffer to as a head, I began to stir. Reaching up, I found that some time in my sleep I had rolled off of Mima's soft, warm, and sadly clothed breasts, and wound up with my head burried in the snow, causing it to freeze. As such, I pulled my frozen head into my body, and began to activate my acids, quickly melting the chunk of ice once known as my head. Thankfully neither of my cores were in there, or that may have been rather painful!

With that out of the way, I went through my nightly routine of letting my body return to its natural form. I stretched in a rather literal sense, while also making my darkness around our little band less dense, so as to check the time. Hrm... I'm not burning, boiling, simmering, or otherwise cooking to any degree. I suppose that would make it night, if the rather low level of light didn't already signify that well enough.

With my stretching out of the way, I began to roll my cores against eachother, which was something akin to scratching the only naturally hard portion of my body. While I did as such, I began to reform false organs, bones, and muscles, and put them in the position one would expect. Slowly, my body became humanoid once again, if a bit sticky for the moment, what with nothing being a good imitation of a human as of right now.

I flexed muscle, finding nothing to be out of place, or backwards, while my moist, sticky black skin began to regain the color I usually gave it. My bones now solid, I began to rise from the ground, tilting my head from side to side, earning me a pair of loud pops. Now once again human-like, I retracted by black gasses, and looked about. Everything was still warm, so that'd mean the ward is still functioning as intended. Heh... It would seem that the little band of pixies is once again trying to please their false god. Sticking my hand outside of the spherical barrier of heat retention, I checked the temperature, which was just a tad warmer than the day before.

I looked down, and saw that Mima had a smirk on her face, as she had been watching me the whole time. "Quite the lovely show, Sunshine."

I rose a brow at the comment, and gave her a crooked grin. "Is that so~?"

As I expected of her, she let out a chuckle, before saying exactly what I wanted to hear. "That is so~!" Hearing those simple words was enough to make me smile

It's nice that some things haven't changed, even after her being dead for all these years...

"...Sunshine, you okay? You look a bit sad, and only a toothy grin looks right on you." Mima gave me a hug, pulling my face into her breasts.

"I just missed you, that's all..." The breasts that my face was being crushed into did help relieve me of that ache in my heart, however. ...Not to mention getting a nose-full of her scent.

The shrine maiden gave me a sad smile. "Is that so? I'm sorry that I was gone for so long, Sunshine."

I smiled into her breasts, saying, "Well, you were dead, right...? It's not like you could help that, and you would have died of old age by now anyways..."

At this the once spirit nodded. "That may be true, but I was still around, even after that. I had just..." She sighed, before continuing. "I had forgotten you..." Thinking for a moment, Mima wisely chose to correct herself. "I had forgotten everything."

While we were having our little moment, members of the party were starting to stir. First Marisa, who had been silently watching our exchange, ever since my face had joined the ranks of Mima's breasts.

Next in line was Usagi, who found pixie tongues to be both pleasing, if a bit invasive.

After that was Flandre, who was woken up to to nolonger having a Marisa to hug up against, just as Mima and I had seperated.

It wasn't much longer untill our moment was interupted by Marisa clearing her throat, as she figured now to be a good time to step in.

Mima went red with embarassment at the discovery of everyone having had been watching us. "H-how long...?"

Marisa grinned teasingly. "A fair bit! 'Bout when you pulled her face into your breasts, da ze!"

However, I was hardly effected. Ahh, just like old times; Mima still can't handle matters of the heart so well. Ohh well, that cute part of her is part of why I like her at all.

So as to give Mima a break, I forced my stomach to gurgle and growl.

The little rainbow-winged vampire giggled at this. "Looks like someone's hungry~!"

Cirno and Mima just smiled knowingly, as they had both realised by now that I could do that on command. I do like to make my stomach growl, if it is needed; such a talent is more useful than one would expect.

Marisa flinched and scooted away from me just a bit, as she knew quite well my favorite dish, and that I could catch it quite easily at this proximity, if need be. Well, so long as she's not flying. I much preffer to silently run at high speeds, or to slowly undulate towards my meals, in all honesty.

So as to ensure her health, Marisa chose now to retrieve the dried meat from her hat, passing out breakfast, being sure to give me a fair bit extra. You know, just in case I forgot that Mima cared about her.