Fool in Eastern Wonderland

by YAqkawer

A new world. A new start. Where will this lead for a fool? (Now in the middle of rewrites)

23. Chapter 23: Lunar Cycle

Disclaimer: Shin Megami Tensei: Persona belongs to ATLUS. Touhou Project belongs to Zun. I have no ownership of the copyrights of either series in any way.

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Chapter 23: Lunar Cycle

My nose felt gently smothered from the calming odor wafting up from the tea that slid down my throat so smoothly. It had been given time to cool and as such the taste was not sharply overwritten by the heat; a bitter taste but refined from the herbs and leaves that Eirin had personally selected. Though its medicinal effects would do me only a lip service, my body still felt invigorated from its consumption. Lifting my mouth from the cup ever so lightly, I brought the cup down to my lap in equal relative measure. Sitting in seiza, I reopeoned my eyes to see that the earth rabbits were still hard at work. They scrambled to and fro to fulfill Eirin's various tasks that she had assigned to them alongside their own. Their movements appeared, at least due in part to lack of effort from my end, to be quite random, but certainly did they equally appear to be guided.

Quite unlike myself, I am sad to admit. I believe a foregin country would easily call my current state of mind as experiencing a feeling of… what was it… ennui. Delectable as the tea was, it was but tea. It was not something of which my time would be well spent upon; at least, more than the time I already have given it in the past. Slowly, I placed the now empty cup back upon the tray that was set by my side. Lifting myself from the floor, with the ingrained movements of my childhood that I would most likely never forget, I begin to then walk towards Eirin's office. The office of which served also served as the place where she would meet with her patients. Hopefully there would be something there to alleviate my boredom.

Down this hall and then a left there, the location of Eirin's office was unchanging and rooted in my memory. Upon reaching the door, an event that seemed both expected and surprising at its occurance, I knocked upon it with only enough force to be heard. Waiting for a moment, my knocking went unanswered. Deciding to try again, I knocked with only a slightly larger amount of force. This time however, footsteps could be heard from within. In but a moment, the door opened to reveal… a young man I did not recognize. His striking lavender eyes were quite unique, but his posture was quite poor. It was as if in some form of lazy gait. He would look much more attractive if he stood up straight. Even so he still stood taller than I despite his hunch. Regardless however, I have come to see Eirin.

"Oh, excuse me, but is Eirin-sensei inside?" I ask him. He must be one of Eirin's patients. In order to not alienate him, I also referred to Eirin as sensei, as is customary when referring to doctors or professionals.

"Um… no. She's gone to… somewhere to get medicine I asked her for. I'm here to pick it up for someone." Though he seemed quite unrefined, his speech was slow and careful. Though it was as I expected: lazy sounding. His seeming lack of confidence in himself is quite a pitiable sight. Though of course that may only be an outward appearance rather than a truthful representation of his inner thoughts.

"I see. Then do you mind if I were to wait with you? I myself seek instruction from Eirin-sensei." To my surprise, he moved out of the way, holding the door open.

"Sure… I won't be here for long after she comes back… hopefully." And soon after, his apparent lack of confidence shows itself once more. Though I am impressed by his basic manners.

"Thank you," I respond in kind. I took his gesture in stride, walking in with my practiced poise and grace that I would admit to being somewhat proud of. The only reason to lack in pride in it would be from that the novelty of pride in such a thing has faded by a considerable amount. I place myself on one of the seats by the wall and begin to wait for my friend to return. As I relax myself on the seat, I hear the young man begin to speak to me. Turning his way, I saw him sit a few seats away from my own.

"I'm Minato Arisato, by the way," He introduces himself as such. It was a simple introduction, but if nothing else it was polite of him to introduce himself first. However, such a thing seemed quaint compared to the introductions given to me by those in the past. Of course, they did so in an attempt for my hand in marriage. It would be impolite of me to simply brush him off however, considering how he mustered courage to engage me so. If he tries to proposition me for more however, I will simply ignore him henceforth.

"A pleasure to meet you, Arisato-san." I returned the basic greeting. Hmm… in consideration to the fact that Eirin my take some time to return here, I suppose it would not be remiss of me to attempt some manner of conversation. "If you do not mind me asking, what and for whom is the medicine you asked Eirin-sensei for?"

"Well… it's for my sensei. Apparently, she used to have someone else get it for her, so instead she's asking me to get it for her. I'm not sure what the medicine does, but it's supposed to help her sleep at night," He answered while sitting just as lazily as he stood.

"I see. Well ailments of the mind are as important an issue to address as those of the body. It is quite harrowing; the things that threaten the lives of those under the shawl of death," I mused. Death has long left my shadow. The elixir I consumed saw to that.

"True… that threat is quite scary to a lot of people. However, I think it should also be said that it's quite the motivator. All that live will die, and that, I guess, spurs people on to live their lives to the fullest," he responded. I turn to him to properly look at him, seeing as this was going to become a full conversation.

"Quite an optimistic outlook on such a dire situation. Perhaps that is how one must look on it however. I'd imagine that otherwise, it would be far too much to bear." I felt a breath leave me as I finished that statement. It was one that was a mix of sadness and pity.

"Living a life without death might be worse honestly…" I knew that my eyes blinked in surprise at his bold statement.

"How so?" I inquired immediately. "Would not most of life's obstacles be removed if death's gaze were to not pervade over those that are mortal? No hunger, or needs to stymie their existence, and to be able to pursue their desires without fear; I cannot see what would be for want in such an existance." Indeed, it is how I live now, a life that I cannot dream to replace.

"Well… that's true, but the way I see it. Without limits, there's nothing to strive for. The best in people are found when they struggle. To be simply given infinity would probably kill the pursuit or desire if there is nothing from stopping you from trying one, two, or even a hundred years later. And that time would then extend over and over. People, humans, tend to treat their limits like a tailwind towards their desires. Though that might just be the best of greed showing through."

"Hmph… the best of greed… is that not a sin in certain faiths?" I counter succintly.

"All things in moderation… just stating from experience. I've seen the best come out in people when they thought they couldn't go further," he seemed to say with a nostalgic tone in his voice.

"And you have seen the opposite as well in measure equal to that?" I asked, wondering as to the scope of his view.

"Probably more… admittedly." There is that sheepishness again seeping through. Such wavering is unbecoming of a young man. Though his looks would have gotten by to an extent, such an attitude would eventually serve to fail him in the imperial courts of old.

"You would do well then to understand the difference between exceptions and norms. While I am sure those exceptions were wonderful examples of humanity, they are not to be held as standard. Your anecdotes perhaps serve less than even a single percent of an even a thousandth of the totality of those that are mortal."

"I get that but-"

"I am not finished yet. Do not interrupt someone so rudely." I cough into my hand following that. Though I may speak softly as is beffiting a lady, I do not speak weakly. He swallowed his words and nodded. "Be sure to keep such in mind. I will also apologize for my own outburst." I will not allow myself to be rudely interrupted, however I must not be rude in turn. I am sure he has the capacity to learn such even if his gait may suggest otherwise. Even… even the basest of peasants can be taught as such.

"Now, where was I? Ah yes, there. I have seen time and time again; the same thing occurs over many times your lifetime: death claims all those of the mortal persuasion. The struggle that is given by those who are to die is admirable, but ultimatley finds its end to be the same for all. I will not say that such struggles are useless for I myself have seen those bound by mortal coil to spring forth with greatness. However, that greatness is taken by death at their life's twilight. Immortality offers all of life's greatness without fear or harm. I say this as one who is immortal. To live without fear of death is a wonderful liberation. I fear not what ails life. I know I will wake tomorrow, that I will see the morrow after, and so on. There is no greater blessing" Noting that my breath became bated, I take in a final breath to calm myself down. Though I had not become truly heated, I did become, on some level, passionate. "Now you may speak," I let out once I had fully calmed down.

"You said to not consider anecdotes and exceptions, but wouldn't your immortality be kind of the same thing? Aren't those that live forever in life even smaller in number than my friends?" He rebutted. Indeed, the number of immortals that live without the fear death are few, the residents of the lunar capital being only a facsimile of such. However-

"Aristao-san, here is the medicine you have come for." The door opened in time to Eirin's voice as she entered the room, interrupting my attempt to respond to Arisato's statement. "Ah, conversing with the client? If you need something, would it be possible for you to wait until after I have spoken with the client? I'll come as soon as business has concluded," Eirin stated upon looking at me. It is fine for her to not refer to me so reverently nowadays. We are beyond such trifilings.

She was dressed as she usually was. Her dress might have been, by those who do not know her, seen as a curious one. It was red on one side and blue on the other depending on if it was either the skirt or the top. Her white hair was tied in a single braid that reached to her hips. It was topped by a blue cap of which was decorated with a single red cross upon the front. In this case, in her hand was a clipboard and bottle of medicine in addition to her usual ensemble. I take in a deep breath and give my friend a silent nod. I stand from my seat, but not before looking at Aristao one last time.

"Our conversation has yet to conclude. Should you find yourself here in Eintei again, I would like to ask for some of your time so that we may finish today's exchange." I wish to correct this young man. Though impudent, he certainly has potential. It would be remiss of me to miss such an opportunity to alleviate my boredom.

"Sure… but um… what was your name?" My name?

"Hm? Oh of course, how rude of me. Where are my manners? I am Kaguya Houraisan, and you may refer to me as Houraisan-san," I properly greet with a deep bow. "It is a pleasure to make your aquaintance Arisato-san."

Break

The moon hid itself this night. Sitting before the vanity, I felt, through my closed eyes, Eirin's brush run through my hair. As always, her brushing was soft enough so that I felt only the slightest of tugs. However, it was firm enough so as to give my hair the proper treatement necessary to be maintained as it should be; untangled and clean.

"There, all done, Kaguya-sama," I heard her say just as I heard the echo of the brush being placed upon the vanity's table.

"Thank you Eirin. I will retire for the night then." I rise from my seat and begin to move towards my futon.

"Of course, Kaguya-sama. If I may however, I could not help but over hear you conversing with one of the patients today."

"Yes, a young man. I believe his name was Minato Arisato." An impertinant young man, but such things would bet metted out in time. "Why do you ask?" I do not mind Eirin's inquiry, however I haven't even faintest idea as to why she would bring it up.

"Well, I have converesed with that young man myself during his prior visits. He caught my interest at the last flower viewing at the Hakurei shrine. I found myself compelled to speak with him when he showed up at the clinic. He's surprisingly intelligent and sagacious despite his youth, so I was just wondering, if you would excuse my brazenness, what topic did you discuss with him?" Ah, I do remember something happening at that event, but I also remember ignoring it in favor of looking upon the falling sakura petals. Of course, that was before the misfire of a spell card that occurred. Was it him perhaps?

"The nature of death and immortality," I said simply. "I do not know what pervaded your disucssions with that boy, however he displayed only a fraction of the intelligence you seem to praise." Although, it is quite rare for Eirin to actually praise someone for their intelligence, without sarcasm or derision, let alone catch her interests outside of the possibility of being a test subject. It must have been a subject that he was more apt in.

"Ah, he must have said that death was a necessary thing, didn't he?" Of course, Eirin would be able to intuit his answer. As expected of my friend.

"Indeed, such is the view of a mortal." It is more so pity I see in him. He will grow older in time, most likely maturing into a finer man than he is now. He'll become greater with each passing year, smarter, stronger, and so on. I've seen many children grow so, and he has more potential than most. However, it will fade one day. It will wither, no matter how you pretty up death.

"Perhaps so…" Eirin's voice started then trailed. "I suppose it is not my place to say any further on that subject."

"Oh no, please if you wish to say something, do so. I always value your input, Eirin, you know that." After all these years, she's never lost her formality around me. However, I suppose that is simply who Eirin is.

"No, I should not keep you any longer from resting for the night." Eirin stood up and began walking out of the room. "I suppose however, Kaguya-sama, please speak to that boy more. I'm sure he'll impress you next time."

"If it is your recommendation, then it would behoove of me to take in to consideration a positive manner. If that is all, then good night Eirin." It would not be the most heinous thing to talk with that young man another time.

"Good Night Kaguya-sama," Eirin said as she turned off the light. She then softly closed the door, leaving only the sound of the night to tickle my ears.

Break

"What an incorrigible answer," I replied as we continued down the hidden path within the bamboo forest. Eirin had no time to prepare this visitation's medicine and asked him to wait warmly while she prepares it. Since it was clear that he would have naught else to do but wait, I took the oppurtunity to speak with him once more. As usual he acquiesced to my whims to take a walk through the forest, though it did come at Eirin's suggestion. He's always so quick to listen to me I realize.

It's become a regular occurrence, his coming to Eintei. At Eirin's suggestion, I decided to speak with him each time. I must admit it is odd to have a speaking companion of whom I do not agree very much with, but still enjoy speaking to. He's like a naïve child, posturing what few experiences he's had as truth. However he speaks with such conviction, that it becomes difficult to refute him at times. There were a number of times I was humbled by his words. I do not however, believe that this will be one of those times.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with wanting to experience as much as possible, what life can give you. I mean, is there something wrong with that?" He asked as he followed behind. Considering how long it has been since I last walked these woods, my conversational companion and I took her suggestion to heart, as well as a healthy dosage of fear for crossing her.

"Of course not, however let me clarify that I mean it is incorrigible in that with such limited time you wish to experience so much. It is an avarice the likes of which even the worst of the nobles of my past would fall short of." Indeed, I saw the worst of that greed in person, and made sure to not fall to the same. It would have been shameful to do so.

"When you put it like that… but I still don't think there's anything wrong with that. Live life to the fullest. Just don't go overboard." He was quite stubborn, but it was a fair point.

"So, it seems you are aware of moderation then. However, let me posit the opposite. What is wrong with simply being content with what you have, and what you already experience? Why greedily seek out the new, blinding yourself to the things already around you?" I asked him, a genuine curiosity over the answer he would give me.

"I never said to forget the things that you already have… It's just that, life changes, and embracing that change, though difficult, I found it to be easier…" That twinge of regret, and sadness… Perhaps I have been too condescending. I forget how quickly a human can amass experiences. Especially a young man as storied as himself, who has many a tale to tell.

"Easier, hmm? I'd say it is easier to hold on against change; to not give way in cowardice. Is it not more courageous, and valiant to stand against the things your way, rather than to simply give in to them?" I began to tell him. It is the duty of the elder, to council the younger.

"I… I don't know." He, did not reluctantly admit, more so as realize. It was quite the humble response. "Perhaps it is braver to try to stand your ground. It certainly sounds like it when I say it out loud."

"Well, please think on that. I'm sure your answer will be interesting." I said, smiling perhaps a bit too childishly at having won our pseudo-debate.

"Perhaps you're right…" He said, a wistful look on his face coming to fore. If I were to guess, it seemed like a face that wished it could answer, but found that his answer was in question.

"Time and experience; you too will have it one day. Though perhaps you are currently in surplus of the latter for your age." His stories were quite amusing. In our previous meetings, when we were not trying to outwit the other in conversation, he would tell me of himself. Most interesting being his association with death. It is most likely because of those situations, as well as his current residence in the afterlife, that color his view so. "Let's discuss something else then, this Ryoji Mochizuki. From your initial description, he reminds me of my suitors."

"Oh… um… right. Ryoji, was… well…" Hmmm? As he was stuttering and pausing more than usual-

"Do you hear that?" I asked quietly as I stretched my hand out to signal Arisato-san to stop.

"Um… barely…" I suppose it's impressive at all he could hear it; steps that were light on their feet like that of a ninja's. I was quite familiar with these steps. I don't remember how many countless times I heard it right before the moment my heart stopped beating, assuming I still had one, or if my head was still attached enough to feel it. This time however, they weren't as concealed, and they were in fact getting louder and approaching from the front. From the thicket-

"Huh? Minato-kun? And you…" The fire chicken gave me a glare as soon as she and I locked onto one another, as was expected. That was, before she unexpectedly gave a great sigh. "Mind if we talk?" To say my eyes widened at the request, would perhaps have understated my reaction.

Break

"So to what do I owe this… visit? I told you already that I was not the culprit to your little crime. In fact, I do believe it was Arisato-kun himself that helped to solve that little mystery. I don't see what business we have otherwise, so please leave immediately." It was difficult to swallow back down the bile that threatened to spit from my mouth. However, she was being surprisingly civil all things considered as well being honest and straightforward in meeting with me. It would not do if I did not at least attempt an air of delicacy. I've had practice doing so in undesired company before anyhow.

"Yeah, yeah. I know… That's actually sort of why I'm here in the first place." Fujiwara-san proceeded to taking in a deep breath and then said, "I wanted to say that I'm sorry for accusing you, and I hope you'll accept my apology." I couldn't help but be surprised at this display. An actual apology, and a sincere one at that, even despite the lack of bow or dogeza. Fujiwara-san was the kind of individual who I would imagine would sooner cut out her own stomach and eat it raw right there, rather than apologize to me, or even anyone. And then proceed to do so again immediately after if it meant further delay on an apology.

"And why should I believe you?" I asked, our history in mind as I, honestly quite rudely, answered her apology. Perhaps this is another trap. A very grandiose one if so, but there was still the possibility of it. A very audible sigh escaped from her mouth before she continued.

"Look, this ain't easy for me either. Hell, I'd sooner cut out and eat my own stomach, but this has to be done. I made a promise to look at things more clearly and objectively, and I thought it would be best to at least do this much." She kicked the ground a bit as she began to scratch the back of her head. It was somewhat nice to see her in frustration, but still…

"I hope you can then understand why I find you apology hard to believe, given our history."

"Fine, be that way. I expected it. But I also came to tell you that I'm… that…"

"Out with it. I don't have all day." Any time I spend here is an objective waste. That is undeniable fact. Especially since it is coming at the cost of more desirable company that I wish to continue to see to after this.

"I'm going to stop trying to kill you, okay!?" Fujiwara-san let out in frustration. I couldn't help but be shocked a second time that day. Had I not had my training, I would have most likely let out a yelp right then and there, but I swallowed it down with a deep breath. Unsure of what to say, I determined that the best course of action was to let her continue. "It's been over what? More than a thousand years? Nothing's changed. No matter how many times we kill each other, it just goes back to square one. Frankly I'm tired of that bullshit, and I'm willing to bet you are too. Hell even if you aren't, I just don't want to do this anymore. It'd leave a bad taste in my mouth if I kept going with it, after recent events anyway. So there, I'll try to avoid your ugly mug from now on. See ya." It was only after a couple of more blinks of my eyes that I had realized what she had said.

"W-what? What has brought about this change?" I could not help but ask just right before touching the door with her hand; a stutter escaping my lips despite my best efforts to remain composed.

"Huh? Well, I sort of had a bit of a dressing down about my actions. A real busy body didn't like how I did things, and made it his job to show me how it's really done. It's embarrassing being told how to live my life by a kid who hasn't even turned 20, but I admit that I want to follow his example. I just… I don't know. I don't want to let him down I guess."

"And I assume that this young man was Arisato-san?" I asked. Seeing how he was with her at that time, it was easy to surmise who she was talking about. Specifically in that she otherwise, to my knowledge, has few acquaintances that she would classify as 'kid'.

"Yeah, that's right." She said, a wry smile entering her lips. "Wouldn't leave me the hell alone. Normally I'd fry kids like him on the spot, but he was a good enough brat that I felt that it would be a waste. That and he's a steady source of income; comes by every other day. Honestly though, I'm glad he didn't leave me alone." Was… Was she always capable of such a smile? Granted, our circumstances did not allow her the full range of which to express herself, however this was the first time I'd ever seen her smile so warmly; so openly.

When was the last time I made such a smile? Ah, I remember now. It was when I was with them.

"Not like you though. After this let's hope we never have to see each other again. Now if you don't mind, every second I'm not at my stand is one where I'm losing money, so bye." In my reminiscence, Fujiwara-san opted to take the opportunity to leave before I could get in another word. I attempted to call out to her to stay for questions, reaching out my hand to do so. However the slam of the door prevented any such action from occurring.

And again, things have changed. However I could not help but feel that this instance was perhaps fundamentally different from all the rest. Almost more so than any other time before, I felt… empty? What is this emptiness?

"Kaguya-san, Mokou-san's left and… Are you okay?" He asked, walking over to me and kneeling down to check my condition. Such a caring young man. I hope that his kindness never changes. Would be a tragic loss if it did.

"I'm fine, just tired from such an exhausting conversation." I say as such, however I do not remember speaking all that much for that.

"Well, do you want help getting up?" he said as he offered his hand towards me.

"Thank you. However if it would be possible, I'd much rather you sit, if you do not mind," I said to him. Retreating his hand, he nodded and proceeded to sit on the cushion that Fujiwara-san used just earlier. "I will say that that was not the direction I expected that conversation to take."

"I can imagine. Mokou-san was telling me about how she'd never really apologized to anyone before. She even asked me if she'd done anything wrong. It's rare to see her so flustered and stuttering." Flustered? Stuttering? Her? What, is she some young spring time maiden fancifully conversing with the object of her affection? No that is not what is important. I do admit I appreciate his willingness to humor a conversation with me with little prompting.

"I see. You seem to know her quite well. For her to admit that so openly to someone, that is quite odd. I thought that like me she would be remiss to interact with others." How much about her did I not know; did I not pay attention to? I only saw her as that naively vengeful child. When did that change? "How long have you known her?" I asked before too much time had passed.

"Well, for a while now actually, since I think… um, Summer! Yeah, I met her in the middle of summer, but I can't exactly at the top of my head remember exactly when." Hmm… and he and I met in the middle of fall. Oh my, my stomach hurts with bile again.

"I see," I stated simply. "And how much does she know of you and your past?"

"Quite a bit, mostly from what she learned from someone else. It was embarrassing having someone else talk about me, so after that happened, I thought it'd be best to be more open and forthcoming about it. It's not like it's out of place in Gensokyou anyways." True, but she still learned of his past first. I must admit that jealousy is a very petty and ugly emotion.

"Of course. Gensokyou is quite the fantastical place. Stories such as yours, while perhaps above average, are not uncommon, when placed among legends and tales en masse," I naturally follow up in response to his ending statement. However I believe it time to ask now given the chance. "However, if you would humor me a question. Do you believe Fujiwara-san will follow up on her statement: that she will endeavor to never meet me again?"

"Well… hmmm." Arisato-san with crossed arms and closed eyes, fell into deep thought, but came out quite quickly. "Yeah, I think she means it. She seems like she really does want to change. Given that it she looks like she's giving it her all, and that she's the stubborn type, I'd place my bets that she really will follow what she says." I suppose I did ask for a second opinion.

"Thank you for your assessment, however I remain unconvinced. That thorn in my side, has been a nuisance for so long, and our interactions so twisted, that I am in complete doubt of her decision to change. She and I have literally killed each other for millennia, and in some of the most covert ways for that matter. Her changing now, and so suddenly? I will not let my guard down for a moment."

"I guess that makes sense how you feel, but-"

Whatever his response was. I simply did not hear, wrapped up in my own thoughts. I apologized to him in the back of my mind. I must discover what gambit she is playing before she accidently wraps others up in her nonsense. I remember well the report Eirin gave to me, about how Fujiwara-san lashed out at others in a spate of madness at some point that ended up with mass wildfires and many poor souls being sent to the afterlife. I cannot let something like that happen. Especially since it may involve my new favorite companion outside of Eirin.

"Um… Kaguya-san?" He said, finally catching my attention.

"Oh, I'm sorry. My fatigue must be getting to me." It was not a lie. I indeed was getting quite tired now.

"Ah, then I'll leave now, since I've already gotten the medicine. And I doubt any debate would be fun if you're that tired." A soft smile painted his face. Of course I had to meet his goading with a response of my own. It would be an insult not to.

"Please, it would be the only way for you to snatch victory, and even then the chances are slim to none. But of course, please be careful on your way back." I said, matching his smile with my own.

"Right, then I'm heading out," as he was getting up, I decided to say just one more thing.

"Before you leave," I started, "I'd like you to know that I've come to really enjoy our times together. Though we do not always agree, I feel that each time we speak to one another, I've gained something from the experience. Thank you, for continuing to give me your time."

"Yeah, me too. I've never really ever been challenged about the things I've learned about life or what I believe in. So, having someone to talk to about it and debate with is pretty refreshing. Because of that I'm also glad you're willing to talk to me as well." I see he and I feel the same about our meetings. "Well with that said, see you next time," he stated with a slight wave before closing the door behind him. I found that I was unintentionally holding my breath, given the rather embarrassingly big sigh I just let out.

That we feel the same… Oh my, I hope I'm not blushing. Oh is it ever becoming more difficult to contain myself in his presence. However a lady must not comport herself like a common strumpet. It would not be what he would expect of me now. I must take it slow. I do not wish for him to become anything like those men.

Perhaps this is what Eirin planned. She must have seen that he would be a good suitor for me. Of course she would know; quite devious. Polite, kind, full of potential, and though we rarely if ever agree, he makes for wonderful conversation. Most of all, he sees me for me, just like they did. All the more reason that I should make sure that chicken does not bring him to harm. I must make haste, before he is irrevocably injured.

Break

"And that is all I have to report, Kaguya-sama." And with that Reisen gave a simple bow, waiting for my response. Putting my tea down, I proceed forward in the discussion.

"I see, so he does indeed go to her stall quiet often. How would you say their interactions were like?" I asked the moon rabbit.

"They appear to be on friendly terms. From the looks of it, their relationship seems close, given how often they joke so candidly with one another. Fujiwara-san even sometimes threatens to burn him, however given that nothing has come of it, it's clear that it's simply a joke between the two of them."

"Hmmm, I see. That I suppose will suffice. Thank you for your hard work Reisen." I say to her as I put the tea cup down. "You are dismissed."

"Kaguya-sama," she said with but a bow before leaving the room quietly. However just as she exited the room, I could vaguely hear the rustling of some other discussion occurring before the door re-opened.

"I see you have decided to spy on Fujiwara-san once more. Given the time frame since you've last quarreled, I had hoped that such nonsense had ceased entirely," Eirin said as she entered the room, and taking a seat beside me.

"I would not otherwise bother with that chicken, but in this case, there are elements outside of the norm that have, as a result of their involvement, compelled me to action." Indeed, I was just content to living the rest of eternity here in Gensokyou, but given recent events, I suppose that just will not do. "Care for some tea?" I ask her, offering to pour her cup.

"Oh my, thank you Kaguya-sama. I will gladly partake in your offer." After pouring her cup, I proceeded to refill my own. The warm tea was simply perfect for the chilly weather that had come to the land. "Hah, quite refreshing. Though I suppose it is just as invigorating to know that it was the correct choice to continue to invite him here to Eintei."

"So, it was your doing," I said, in a half-scandalous tone. "Quite the dirty trick however, Eirin. I do not recall asking you to play matchmaker for me."

"Ah, but the best Omiai are sometimes done in secrecy. When I spoke to that boy, the wisdom he possessed and his kind heart, I was sure that he would catch your interest. At worst he could have made a fine friend." Eirin seemed a bit overly proud of herself for her successful ploy. I suppose it had been awhile since I'd seen her do something of the like.

"I do not know whether to feel happy or violated to be aware of your knowledge of my character and desires. I suppose it would be expected, but I felt somewhat, as they say, played like a fiddle when I realized that it was perhaps you who set me up." Hearing a chortle at my side, I quickly sent my dear friend as harsh a glare as I could muster.

"To see you giggle and swoon so embarrassingly for that young man, is both wildly entertaining and sets my heart at ease," She said, ignoring my glare without the slightest bit of trouble. "However, I would advise you to stop in your current endeavor," she said, suddenly turning to me with a most serious expression. "There is no need to involve Fujiwara-san in such a manner."

"What do you mean Eirin?" I ask, meeting her expression properly. "If my companion is in potential danger, it would behoove of me to let him continue to flirt with danger."

"Then perhaps let me propose the opposite. Tomorrow, meet with Fujiwara-san and properly speak with her. Given her more direct methods, perhaps meeting her head on would be the best solution."

"Hmm… An interesting suggestion, but what would I do once I'm there?" It simply would not do to just waltz over there without purpose. Especially not when it could turn for the worse given the chicken's temper.

"Well…" Eirin of course always has a plan, only question is to what purpose does it serve?

Break

"I very distinctly remember telling you that I wasn't going to meet you with ever again. So, mind telling me what you're doing here at my stall?" Fujiwara stated, with a most irritated face. It was clear by the slight screeching her tools made when they hit her grill, that she was quite cross with my presence. This also extended to her brush when she applied her sauces to her chicken as indentations were left in the places where the brush passed. As always, quite predictable.

"I would normally attempt to feign ignorance, but let get straight to the point," I state as I stare back at her through the sizzling of the grill. "What is your relationship with Minato Arisato?" A sharp clang could be heard as the tools fell onto the grill, and the bounced back up only to fall to the ground.

"Aw Shit!" She exclaimed, with zero restraint in holding back her vulgarity as she scrambled to pick up her cooking utensils. "Seriously, what the hell!? What's he got to do with this?" She asked in return as she placed her utensils in a water bucket, followed by bringing out a spare set.

"Answer the question," I simply stated, trying not to be too amused by her misfortune.

"None of your business. He's a close friend of mine, and that's all you need to know all you're getting out of me," she said as she returned to cooking her yakitori.

"It is my business, because if you will allow me to be frank with you, I still do not trust you," I began, standing up from my seat, lightly slamming the cart table as I did so.

"Yeah, what else is new," she dismissed whilst flipping over a stick to cook the other side, ignoring the slight rocking that was the result of my hitting it.

"Least of all I do not trust you with Arisato-san's safety. I believe his trust in you is misplaced on account of his kindness. How you came to associate with him I do not know." Taking a deep breath, I proceeded to lay out my reasoning. "You're a violent, broken, sociopathic, murderer, of which I've been a victim of on multiple occasions for a few millennia. Your little act of change is something I find very difficult to believe, and that lie is something that-"

"Just shut up…" Fujiwara-san interrupted me, pinching the bridge of her knows as she said it.

"Wh-what?" I said, incredulous to her act of interruption.

"I said shut up! I'm getting to the limit of patience." Fujiwara-san's voice practically was growling in anger. It was a sight that I was quite familiar with; one that indicated that I was about to incite her fury. Most normal people would have been afraid of such a thing, but to me it was simply routine. Or so I had thought. Instead of erupting in flames, the chicken… took a deep breath, "And ten… What do you know? That did help," she said while gazing out into the distance, before returning to me. "Look I get it. You don't believe. I half don't believe myself either. Thing is though, I don't care what you think."

"I as well have n-"

"You didn't let me finish princess." I was about to speak once more, but the way Fujiwara-san looked at me was perhaps not like any expression before it. It was much softer, but not kind in the slightest. Instead it could perhaps have been best described as, with no better descriptor, tired. Like she was looking down on me; like I was a child. "I know that I'm not an angel; not even fucking close. I don't need you to tell me what I am, and the things I've done. But that doesn't have any bearing on the future." Then suddenly, her expression hardened, filling with conviction until finally, what was before me was a stalwart mask, one that I couldn't help but yield to, despite my desire to interject; to state that our future as immortals couldn't change. "I want to- no, I'm going to change. I told you before that I was stuck in a loop that slowly just burnt me down until I was practically just a zombie. It was nothing but insanity."

"The very nature of immortals is unchanging, you are aware? It is that unchanging nature that lends us our immortality," I was finally able to add.

"And I still don't care. I have a reason, and a will to change now. I want to be a better person going forward, someone who really can do the right thing."

"That won't erase your past, you know. How would Arisato-san react if he kn-"

"He already knows. Hell, when I started talking he guessed half of my history right from the get go. That dumb kid didn't hold it against me in the slightest, and that same dumb kid believed that I can change. And you know what? He made me believe that too, not through some dumb ass proselytizing, but by leading through example." She looked down, and quickly hung the fully cooked yakitori, before setting down a new set. "I want to become somebody who can stand next to him; watch over him."

"YOU CAN'T CHANGE!" Only after I had let it out did I realize that I had yelled in such a barbaric manner, placing my hands before my mouth in shock. "We cannot change, it is impossible for us to. We were set in stone long ago," I followed after calming down enough to speak without outburst.

"I still don't care. I don't know how many times I have to repeat that, but I still don't care. I'll repeat what I said back at Eintei. I'm going to stop pursuing you. I'm going to stop trying to kill you. Those days are over. From now on, I'm going to try to live a new way. Now if you aren't going to buy something, please leave so that other customers can actually get a seat. There's someone here that looks like he wants to buy some," she said as she pointed behind me. Cautiously, I turned around, wary of any sleight of hand she may be attempting to pull. My vigil however completely crumbled when I saw who it was.

"Um… Hey," was his awkward response. For how long was Arisato-san standing there? Did he listen to my shameful outburst?

"Yo! Here for the usual?" I heard Fujiwara-san yell nonchalantly. However, Arisato-san was still, and refused to answer.

"I… um, I…" was tongue tied. No matter what response I tried to string together, it fell to pieces the moment it tried to leave my mouth. I was completely unable to respond. Before I knew it, my legs carried me away into the forest, hoping to escape the shame of having been caught.

Break

As I ran, I paid heed only enough so that I would not encounter an accident, either by falling or running into one of the many stalks of bamboo. That side of me I did not want him to see was exposed, and the only solution I had to abate this disaster was retreat. That the fine lady of the tale was a wicked woman who schemed behind the backs of others, it was one that was not fit to be seen in the slightest.

Indeed, I have been smitten by him for quite some time now. A man who was my equal in wit, and did not back down from me. He could take my barbs for the jests they were, and send them back in tow. Polite and kind, he humored me and my whims with minimal resistance, listening to my stories and little talks with attentiveness. Alongside that, he did not see me as some prize to be won, but as simply Kaguya Houraisan. Had he been amongst my suitors I perhaps would have married without hesitation.

However, such fanciful ideas have gone rotten.

"Kaguya-san!" I heard in the distance. In my surprise, I stopped dead in my tracks and looked behind to see that Arisato-san had decided to give chase to me. Still reeling from my shame from earlier I was about to return to running once more. "Please wait!" I heard him plead. Well, since he does not appear to be angry with me, I suppose what he has to say cannot be unkind. I waited until he had caught up, turning to face him as he attempted to replenish his stamina through hard breaths.

"If you've come to reprimand me for my actions, then know that that will only result in you further wasting your breath." It was a couple of moments before he fully caught his breath. Wiping the sweat off his brow, he immediately began to speak.

"Too much trouble honestly," he said with a clear rasp in his voice. "And did you have to run through this forest? Made it impossible to follow by flying." So, he still has the temerity to make jokes in this mood. He really is nothing like the men of the court.

"I you realize what that difficulty is meant to signal then?" I answered. Upon hearing such, he very clearly made a face of contemplation that was then followed by an attempt to speak. I say attempt in so much that he opened his mouth only to close it. This little dance happened once more. He is getting on my nerves now. If you had nothing to say, then it would have best to leave me be.

"Kaguya-san, you can't keep doing this," he finally managed to say.

"I thought you said you weren't here to reprimand me?" I said, becoming more agitated by what he finally said.

"I know I said that just now, and you can call me a hypocrite for it, but I can't help it when I see someone I care about being their own worst enemy." I couldn't help but furrow my eyes in contempt. What nonsense. What are you saying?

"Are you daft? What kind of drivel are you trying to convince me of? My own worst enemy? How genuinely devoid of intellect could you be to make such a claim?"

"Just hear me out!" I heard him shout so suddenly, flinching at the volume of his voice that was usually so quiet and subdued. In my shock I couldn't help but nod to his request. Fine if he is so passionate about it, then I suppose I will allow him this much. After affirming my permission, he continued, "Eirin told me that things haven't changed in the last few hundred years for you all at Eintei. That even with recent events you've simply gone back to what was the usual for you all."

"And so, what if that is what she's said? It is true, but I see not what it has to do with your previous statement." For what reason did Eirin speak of such? For some reason I simply cannot fathom as to why she would speak of such things, let alone to him.

"I know what you're most afraid of," Arisato-san suddenly let out. Again, I couldn't help but retaliate almost immediately.

"I am not afraid of anything. I'm immortal, I cannot die. In that sense what do I have to fear? Don't you remember, we talked about this before. With immortality I have nothing to fear, because I am able- "

"That doesn't mean anything. Not to what you're so afraid of. Kaguya-san, don't make say it for you. Think on it for a moment," he pleaded. When did the look in his eye become so sharp? It was always so lazy, so carefree. When had it been able to look so determined? Despite this, I refused his request.

"And as I just said, I'm not afraid of anything." As to be expected, that was not the answer he had hoped for.

"Then what was that conversation you had with Mokou-san about? What was it that you told her that she couldn't do?" Dammit, he had overheard.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Please, drop this topic. Please do not pursue this line of thought any longer.

"Is that so? Well Sorry, but that's not what I remember. I very solidly remember you telling her that she couldn't change. That Mokou-san was set in stone, that both of you were." This time, those eyes that were once soft though determined, furrowed and focused. "I hate to just say it like I know everything, because I've only just realized this because of Eirin-san and Mokou-san. However, it has to be said: Kaguya-san, what you're afraid of is things changing without you."

"NOT IN THE SLIGHTEST!" I yelled as I pushed him away, my hands clenching until the were near white.

"Ouch, damn you're physically stronger than you look" he let out as he landed upon the ground. Rubbing his back side, he quickly stood back up and resumed "That's not a convincing reaction you know?" he said, as he cautiously began to approach once more.

"Be quiet! You have no right to speak after making such slander!" I yelled to keep him at bay. "I'm fine with change, after all I've spoken to you so much so that it had become the new routine. If I was so opposed to change, why would I even begin to let you into my life?"

"That's not the change I'm talking about Kaguya-san," he spoke back, not backing down even the slightest bit. "As I said, the change you're afraid of is the kind where it happens without you. When it happens because of other people, that's the kind of change you are afraid of."

"And what proof do you have of this? Because if that is all you have to say then we are done here."

"Mokou-san's change for one thing," he said without giving me a chance to continue. "You've over the years somehow have taken comfort in the fact that even after all this time, Mokou-san was always there, a constant, unchanging. She was an anchor that in some way you could hold onto even when everything else seemed to pass you by. Even as twisted a relationship it was, you held onto it almost more than any other, because you felt you always could."

"Shut up!" I tried to say to drown him out, but to no avail as he continued onwards.

"That changed recently, when she told you that what you two had, what you in some strange manner cherished, was going to be no more. So, you went to her, hoping that maybe you could still hold on to it, only to be rebuffed when it was clear that it was over."

"That's not it! You're Wrong!"

"Am I? Eirin-san told me herself, and I also know the story; The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter. Eirin-san told me some details left out of the tale though. Like how all you wanted was to be with your new human parents, how you cherished them so dearly, and they you. Eirin-san then also told me how much it hurt when they had died, how it all changed so suddenly when they were gone. And lastly, how you've yet to even properly mourn them."

"I said shut up!" I tried once more, but he still kept going. This time, his tone had greatly softened, but it stung more for some reason when he was trying now of all times to be kind.

"Kaguya-san you can't keep denying change like this. You can't keep shutting your eyes and closing your ears. Things will always change, and no one can stop that."

"And who's fault is it that Fujiwara-san had changed!?" I fired back. "From what I've learned, the only reason why she's like this is because of you! If you, if you weren't here, she and I would still-"

"Be trapped in an unending cycle that would have gotten you two nowhere." As if he had been holding in a large breath he sighed towards the sky, before returning to face me again. "Look, I've said some harsh things, and presumptuous ones at that. However, I just don't want you to suffer when it can be so easily helped."

"…"

"Um, I'm sorry I couldn't hear that." This daft-

"I said the only reason why I'm suffering now is because of you!"

"I… I know, but still-"

"Never speak to me again, never come back here. You are no longer welcome in my presence." I told him, with every bit of bile I could muster. "I hate you with every fiber of my being."

"Be that as it may I," he began to walk close, to try and reach out, but I wouldn't let him.

"JUST GO AWAY! YOU ARE NO LONGER WELCOME IN EINTEI!" I yelled once more, this time activating my power over the instance, extending this moment of time to infinity until I were to leave. However, I was overcome by shock again when I found that instead of becoming completely still, he still moved in stopped time. He was still supremely slowed, but it was clear he was still moving. "What are you?" I asked half in fear. No one should have been able to overcome my ability over time like this. How is he able to resist? No, it's no matter. Steeling myself once more, I began to speak to him one final time. "If you can hear me, then listen to my words. Do not ever come back, do not ever come looking for me. Goodbye, and may we never meet again" Even in that state of resist, he would never be able to catch up to me. Turning my back on him, I began to walk away, to tired to run once more, as well as crying too much to even see.

"And here I thought maybe you could have been the one…" I said, the tears falling from my cheeks as I said as such.

Break

My throat still stung. Lying in my futon under the moonless night, I had nothing to focus on but the dryness still present from my little tantrum. I would have laughed just the tiniest bit at my embarrassing display, were it not for the ache in my heart. My embarrassment had twisted in to anger, anger that was directed at someone who was not as at fault as I had made it out to be. I had flung at him many things, things that I can no longer take back. Hindsight truly was 20/20.

I silently kept asking myself questions of why I had let him so close to me, why I had allowed him to see so much of me, variations of those questions and more, over and over again. It had become difficult to muster any other thoughts besides those. This continued on until finally, in frustration, I rose from my futon, and began to walk the halls of Eintei. Hopefully perhaps the minor expenditure of energy will cause me to desire sleep. I left the lights off as I walked through the halls of Eintei. My knowledge of the lay out was the only preventative measure that kept me from becoming lost, as I was otherwise wandering without much regard for where I was going. It was only when I realized I was on the porch had I stopped, half wondering how I had arrived there, and half remembering I had no set destination to begin with. It still did not help in the slightest to cure my insomnia.

"And here I thought I would have to sneak into your room," I heard as I turned to the forest to see a figure of white and red walk forward. Of course, it was Fujiwara-san, because who else would it be at this hour.

"Already reneging on your own declarations so soon?"

"If it concerns those close to me, bending the rules is fine in my book." Even in the darkness, it was clear to see, based on her body language, that she was quite displeased. Hands in her pockets, slouched gait, it was her typical battle stance.

"I take that to mean that you are here because of him." It was not at all difficult to surmise whom she was speaking of. He was the only common point between us after all.

"As usual you catch on quick. Let me just quickly say that watching come back to my stall, looking quite devastated, was not the happiest sight in the world. Looked like he lost a friend."

"As that was the case, it is only appropriate that he look like that." After all, I told him never to return. Knowing his honesty, he'd follow that order without complaint so long as he perceived nothing terribly wrong.

"Tch, so it was that," she said, as a haze began to gather around her. So, I see we'll be beginning soon. "Huh? Oh right, got to keep it down."

"Hmm?" I intoned as the haze dissipated. "What's this? Holding back? What for? Certainly, you've come here to kill me as per usual yes? Revenge for your friend is something that you would certainly indulge in. Come on, bring forth your flames so that I may snuff them out again." I suppose it was good fortune that I had no desire to sleep. It allowed me to be completely ready for whatever this chicken would bring forth. I need the distraction.

"Geez, that's not what I came here for. Even though I know it's what it looks like," she said with an exasperated sigh. "I just came here to talk again." Her eyes snapped open as her hair fluttered thanks to the disturbance that brushed past. "Well that's not nice, firing a shot at me while I was talking." Indeed, I had decided to fire first as a means to provoke her. After all, we'll still come into conflict yes. No matter what that cannot possibly change. "If you're thinking I'm going to retaliate, you're going to be in for some disappointment. I'm not fighting back; would disturb other people's sleep."

"Then if you're not here to fight, then leave the premises," I told her plainly, all my energy having been spent earlier this day. I'd gladly entertain a fight, but to talk with her? I'd rather stare at nothing in boredom in my bedroom again.

"Again, sorry to disappoint, but I'm saying my piece." Before I could say once more, she did the unthinkable once more, she bowed again. "Please give that kid another chance." Without lifting her self up, she continued further on. "I don't what he did to piss you off, probably by being an annoying, nosy little shit I'd imagine, but that kid's never meant any harm to anyone as far as I can remember. He's a good kid, so, please give just talk one more time."

"And why should I listen to your request?" Why are you so different? What happened to that raging Phoenix from before? The one that burned all in sight just to kill me? Why are you pleading to me to talk once more to someone not even a year ago either of us knew? I just do not understand.

"Because as much as it pains me to admit, I…" I could see her swallow before taking a deep breath. "I for some reason have come to care about you." With that one phrase, I was jolted awake, as if something in mind had shattered. What I just heard could not have been real. "You were the only thing I cared about for so long. The only thing I could hold on to because you were always going to be there. You know, when I heard you may be returning to the moon, I panicked. For some reason I didn't want you to go away. I wanted you to stay here. Back then I thought it was because I wouldn't be able to pursue you any longer. That I couldn't enact my revenge. But now, thanks to him, I can see that it was because I really came to care about you. You became an important, irreplaceable existence to me." I heard her chuckle just a slight bit, her shoulders trying to suppress her desire to laugh louder. "Ironically it made it harder for me to tell you that I wasn't going to see you ever again. I thought that because of everything I'd done, stepping away from you was the right choice. It seems in that regard I screwed up again."

"I'm… sorry, but as touching as this all is, I fail to see what is prompting you to ask me to speak to him again." Now it was my turn to widen my eyes, as she suddenly, flared in flames, before throwing me a mirror. I caught it without too much difficulty, though catching it by the reflective portion rather than the handle.

"You know, I still remember how the villagers would say that you were the most beautiful woman in all the land, unrivaled in every aspect. Nobody talked about anything else, and it made me wonder even more just who this mysterious beauty was that capture dad's eye. Looking at you now though, you look like absolute shit. Even as a destitute, impoverished, and undernourished brat back in the day, I would have looked a hell of a lot better than you do now." I picked up the mirror, using the light of her flames to see myself within the reflection. Was, was this me? Swollen eyes, running make-up, terrible mucus stains, red flushed, cheeks that looked dry and coarse; the girl in the mirror was a complete mess. "Same thing with that kid, it hurts me seeing you like that too," Fujiwara-san said, as she snuffed her own flame out, stomping down a final little ember before walking up to me. I was too busy staring vacantly at the now impossible to see mirror; appalled by the one who was within. When I had finally noticed her beside me I couldn't help but let out a yelp.

"Kya!" I lightly screamed, as I fell upon the ground.

"Be quiet," she said as she took a seat on the porch. "I'm just sitting here because I'm tired of standing. And I think both of us are past the point of wanting to fight any more." Taking out a cigarette, she lit it and began to smoke it. "Hah… needed that. Just one smoke for the occasion, then I'm not doing it again for a while. Don't need that kid nagging on that too." Taking the cigarette out of her mouth and into her hand, she then stared at back at me "So about Minato then," she began once more.

"If it is about that young man, then I suppose I will give him one more chance," I admitted, while placing myself in seiza. Though reluctant to do so, I have regrets I suppose need addressing to some degree. "However, it will only be to apologize, and nothing more. I will stand by my statement of not letting him return."

"I suppose that's as much as I could ask," she said, taking another puff of smoke before continuing. "Then mind hearing me out for something personal then?"

"Seeing as how the both of us are already speaking without having killed each other by this point, you might as well." Though still cautious, it still struck me to know that this chicken apparently cared for me. I wished to rebuff her claim as poppycock, but then I remember what that young man said, about how I came to care about her in turn.

"Great, then… man this is so embarrassing," she said as she placed a palm to her face, trying to hide her blush that was illuminated by the light of the cigarette.

"If you will not speak now then leave," I stated, my lack of energy finally catching up to me in the form of a desire to sleep; just as I had desired.

"Fine, fine I'll say it," She said before throwing the cigarette down, and stamping out as she stood up to face me. "Would you, like to start over as friends?"

"Ex-excuse me?" I said, as I'm fairly certain that my lack of sleep most likely distorted what I had just heard.

"Man, who the hell asks," she said to herself, shaking her head, before turning to face me once more. "I asked if you would like to start over as friends"

"I, um, bwah?" I… I just, cannot believe my ears. Friends? With her? After all this time, all our history? To start over as friends?

"Look, when I said I cared about you, I meant it. I don't you to go. I want to be able to talk to you for real this time. Without anger, to talk objectively and for us to see each other for who we both are."

"This all changing so fast," I couldn't help but say. Friends… Friends, I don't think I dislike the notion. Another companion of whom I could share eternity with, of whom I already was sharing eternity with.

"I heard from him that you're afraid of change, but I think not all change is bad. Not if you have people around you to help you out with it." That gossiper of a man. Such action is more akin to a court lady than a young man such as him. However, Fujiwara, hmm, Mokou-san's words feel, correct.

"How embarrassing to be spoken of as such."

"Tell me about it, probably revenge on some of us for finding out about his past without his permission," she said with an audible annoyance as she sat back down next to me.

"Oh? But he was quite forthcoming when I had asked him. He told me all sorts of things such as the nature of his power called Persona, his old life in the outside world, and even spoke of old belles that he had courted." I couldn't help but smirk ever so slightly at having some advantage over her.

"What? Seriously? What the hell did we have to go through then? I knew it was better to ask, but no, they had to go into that sea of whatever and fight that crazy lady in the blue dress."

"Oh my, an incident?" To think an incident occurred without my knowing. Usually they are the talk of Gensokyou amongst the Youkai.

"Practically, given how many people that shrine maiden beat up that day. Man, I was just handing over medicine too…" At that point I could hold it in no longer. I burst right then into a fit of laughter, my mental fatigue melting away as I bellowed in spite of myself. "The hell was that?" I heard my uncouth companion say.

"Well it is just that given that we gossip like mother hens, perhaps our friendship has started before we even realized. I just found it so amusing that you and I could get along so well that I could not help myself," I said as I continued to giggle just a bit.

"I see. well I guess that's a good thing, since that's what I wanted. However," my giggling was stopped at her prompting. Not wanting to upset her, I refocused myself. "If we're friends now…"

"Are you alluding to our common male acquaintance?"

"Yeah, I kind of want you to have a talk with him like how you are with me. I know you said you'd go talk to him again but-" I looked at my friend, she was struggling to put into words what I knew must be done.

"Yes, I've made a terrible mistake," I said, my mood turning solemn once more. Suddenly I felt a warm hand place itself on my shoulder. Looking to my left, I suppose it was obvious that it was Mokou-san who did that.

"Well, I, you know what? Yeah you kind of have," she said, nervous as to try not to offend; an appreciated gesture though still blunt.

"At least I know you will be honest with me."

"Like I'd let it slide if you screwed up."

"In all honesty though," I said, ignoring her promise of rib me should I falter, "I'm scared to face him again. I just don't wish to meet him, only to be rebuffed."

"He won't do that. You might have cut through that kid's skin, but he heals quick," she said, with a reassuring smile. I could not help but return my own smile back at her.

"I see, then perhaps I should do so as soon as possible."

"Yeah, then the three of us can shoot shit and stuff," she said. How vulgar as usual, but I looked forward to the suggestion.

"Indeed, however I will not back down," I stated my intention calmly.

"Huh? But I thought we weren't fighting? Unless…"

"I see even friendship does not dull your senses."

"Whoa, hey I-"

"Now let us fight fair and square. I know that my competition is stiff and ever widening, however I will be sure to reign victor."

"I'm not-"

Regardless of what she said, she and I continued into the night. We continued to speak on our past together, sometimes on our previous bouts, even on specific kills that either of us had inflicted on the other. All through it, I became more nervous when I thought of how I would approach Minato-san again, but Mokou-san continued to reassure me of his magnanimity, even going so far as to call him messianic.

It was quite embarrassing to be found in the morning by Eirin.

Break

I walked up the steps of the hill. I could have easily flown up here, however I felt that doing so would have cheapened the meaning of my coming up here. Upon reaching the final step, the Hakurei Shrine was finally in view. In that same view were three individuals, two of whom were arguring. The one I came here for was sitting peacefully with a doll at his side. Oh, and a small little girl; a tiny one.

"Marisa I've told you, I'm not letting you borrow him for the day, or any day for that matter."

"And I'm saying it's just borrowing. I'll bring him back, ze."

"And so that's how you make a good cup of tea. You'll have to change the boiling time based on the amount of leaves you use, and adjust the amount of water as well. Also, generally you don't mix different kinds of leaves for teas as it tends to ruin the flavor. Just… just follow the recipes and instructions, and don't get adventourous, and generally it's pretty easy."

"I see, Arisato-sama, what do you think of them, the tea blends made by Aragaki-san?"

"Master I've brought the snaaaaaaaaaaacks!"

It was a cavalcade of different personalities, especially since that green haired maid entered the fray so... so gracefully; that grace just spilling out of the cups that lay shattered on the floor. It was surreal in a sense. To see him, to such a degree, interacting with others caused me to pause. Was I like that as well in his presence? Did I too smile so when he and I walked in the forest? I cannot even remember if he himself was as calm and contented here as he was with myself. Regardless, if I wish for that once more, I must step forward.

"Excuse me," I said to make myself known as I walked up towards the small crowd.

"Huh? What are you doing here?" Reimu said first. The only other one without a look of confusion was from Marisa. Well, also Minato; his expression was that of worry, fear, and I believe shame.

"I apologize for interrupting you so, however my business here is brief." I bowed to properly greet them upon finishing my opening statement. "Minato-san, I realize that, perhaps, our last conversation may have left a dour chasm between us. However, I hope you would be able to make time to meet me at Eintei at your earliest convenince. I will not turn you away. In fact, quite the opposite." I breathed in deeply. I must show him my sincerity. Mokou would not have it as any less. "I would be most grateful if you were to visit." I bowed once more, this time as deeply as I could with going into full on prostration. I waited for a bit of time before raising my head. "That is all I have come here for. Once again, I apologize for my interrupting you and take my leave now."

"Um… what time exactly?" It took quite a bit of my might to prevent my body from jumping up in joy from his response. Instead I slowly rise, heaving a heavy sigh of relief as quietly as I can.

"I would be most happy for you to indulge me even at all, however before supper time would be most ideal I will admit," I answer.

"Alright then…" he said in his usual, non-committal way. Though as I have learned, it was not so much non-committal as it was just simply how he was. In a way it is like a bait, prompting me to act more so that I may see other facets.

"Well then, if you will excuse me," I finish as I bow once more, turning around to leave. I must do so before I find myself taking that bait so soon. As I do so, I can certainly hear a new slew of arguments occur.

Leaving the premises, I remember what it was like during my first foray on earth. It was not uncommon in those times for lords and those at the peak of society to be attended by many women. I suppose, in a manner of speaking, it is a sign of his worth to be coveted so, in not only quantity, but also quality. Of course, however, there can only be one wife amongst the ladies of the court.

Break

"It is rude to keep a lady waiting, is what I was anticipating on saying, however of course because you are early, the proper context for such a phrase has been lost." I turn around to find him walking into the clearing being lead in by Reisen. "Thank you Reisen," I said to the moon rabbit as she gives me a single bow before leaving. Such a good rabbit. Anywho… "How are you doing?" I open with once I was quite sure that Reisen had properly excused herself.

"Well… not bad, I guess." While his answer certainly was typical, his attitude however caused my heart to feel a very vivid drop. There was still this level of apprehension that held him from being as candid as before. Where there was once a closeness, there was instead a distance between him and I. I suppose it was too much to expect these egg shells to have cleared the day I invited him back to Eintei. I was the one who burned this bridge, thus it falls to me to rebuild it.

"I hope then to improve it," I say as I walk over and stand clearly before him, a satchel of items I will need in my hands. "Please, this way." I say as I urge him to walk alongside me; not behind nor infront, but firmly at my side. Luckily, it would appear that my desired place for him was properly filled as he and I began walking toward our actual destination. It was a quiet stroll for the most part, with only the sound of our steps and the crackle of the leaves on the ground to mark us that came alongside the smell of the forest, and the sunlight that shone through the leaves and peaks of the bamboo.

"So… um… where are we going exactly?" He expectedly asked.

"We are going to a place that was just newely erected," I answered vaguely. He seemed to accept the answer insofar that he knew that he would fully learn of the answer soon. Indeed not 5 minutes later, we had arrived.

"This is…" he began as I walked up to what we had come to visit regardless of his hesitation. Upon reaching it, I opened the satchel, placing the wooden ladel and flowers neatly on a small prepared table at the side.

"A grave? Yes, it is." I answered for him as it seems he hesitated to name it, though no doubt he came to the correct conclusion. "It is newly erected. However, it was quite long overdue." After saying as such, I proceeded to fill the ladle with water from the near by pump made by Eirin. Once full, I proceeded to wash the grave as was the custom.

"Um… just who's grave is this?" He asked the inevitable question, though I suspect he already half knows the answer.

"My parents, My human parents anyways." I answered. As I began to pray to them, wishing them well whether they are in the afterlife, or reincarnated. It is unknown if either, given how that bureaucracy works. From the sounds of it, it seems like Minato was about to ask a follow-up to his previous question, but decided to pray as well. "I believe that is enough prayer." Looking at him, he lightly jolted up in response. "Now onto the main reason why I had asked you to come." Taking in a deep breath, I could see that he was still wary of me. I felt a weight bear upon my heart when I realized that it was my fault that such a thing had happened, but that was soon replaced by my resolve.

"I apologize for the unsightly outburst that I had subjected you to in our prior meeting and wish to ask for your forgiveness," I said as I proceeded to bow in dogeza, despite the dirty ground below. "You had no fault in the events of that day. I realize now that you truly only had the best of intentions; intentions that I threw without regard. I know that perhaps I may not be forgiven, but even so-" before I could finish my apology, I felt a hand placed on my shoulder. Looking up I could see that he was kneeling down looking at me with warm eyes.

"Come on, get up. You're dress will get dirty if you kneel like that. Here, grab my hand." Not wishing to anger him, I took his hand in mine, and he began to lift me up off the ground. "Good, looks like it's not too dirty."

"Um, if you will excuse my impertinence for a moment, but my apology-"

"I forgive you," he said hastily, as he removed his hand from my shoulder and then parted his other hand from mine. Of course, this happened in conjunction to my heart beginning to fly from my chest at hearing the words I so desperately craved; well second most.

"I do not mean to sound so discourteous, but you are aware of what you are forgiving, yes?" I asked to be sure. Perhaps I had misheard him.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Honestly, it did hurt a bit to be yelled at like that, and I did sulk a bit afterwards," He relayed with a wry smile and downcast eyes. I couldn't help but giggle a bit of the idea of him sulking. "However, I really could have handled that with a bit more finesse. Cornering you like that was really not the way to go. I messed up too."

"It was quite distressing to be put on the spot in such an abrupt manner."

"Yeah, so that was my fault. And yet here you earnestly came to apologize, and I can't find it in me to reject that, when the sentiment is this sincere and I have a part of blame as well. So, in that sense, I'd be stupid not to forgive you. Uh, hey are you okay?" I suppose his worry was warranted, given that I had began to shed tears in spite of myself. Mulling over and over about what I would do if he had rejected me, I was just so happy to know that my fears were unfounded; that I could reclaim at least this much before it was lost.

"I'm fine, I was just so happy to hear your answer, that I could not help myself," I earnestly told him as I wiped my tears and recomposed myself in front of him.

"I see… well I suppose that's good and all," he said as he smiled, happy for me and my own relief if I were to guess.

"Yes, it is quite good," I said as I began to pull a knife out of my dress so that I could proceed with what was next on the list of events.

"Hey, whoa there!" Huh? Oh!

"Oh, my apologies, this isn't to stab you. You know there is a trend that when a woman wishes to start a new, they cut their hair correct?" Upon hearing my explanation, he gave a sigh of relief, only to tense up again and looking like he was beginning an attempt to stop me. "Too Late," I said as I expanded the split second to slow him down. While like last time he was still moving more than I had hoped, it gave me enough time to grab my hair from the neck down, and with a swift slice, there. Resuming time, he stopped in his tracks upon realizing I was already done cutting my hair. It was still girlish, in that it reached to just below my neck, but from the long flowing locks that reached my legs, it was a far cry. As if nature understood my intentions, a wind blew through, and I in turn took the opportunity to let go of my hair, save for a few remaining strands. The hair that was let loose, flew into the wind, carried deep into the forest until it was no longer in sight.

"Why did you do that?" I heard him ask the obvious question, giving me a visible look of worry.

"I did say that it was for a new start," I said as I began to rummage through my dress for what I was trying to look for. "Like Mokou, I too think that perhaps maybe it's time for things to change. For too long I've let things stay stagnant, and so to help me, I decided to cut my hair for a fresh start." Ah there it is. Once I had found it I pulled out the item, a simple omamari, or protective charm. Opening it up, I tied the remaining strands of hair together and placed them inside.

"An omamari?" I heard him intone.

"Yes, for you, with my protection. With this, in a way I'll always be with you," I told him as I placed handed it to him. He was hesitant at first, but took firm hold of it once he had it.

"Um… Thank you." After giving it a once over, he placed it into his breast pocket.

"I do mean that though. Wanting to change that is," as soon as I said that he looked back again at me. "You were right for once. I didn't want things to change. I was so set in the way I had lived that I hadn't realized that l was being left behind. Mokou's change was something I couldn't comprehend at first. I wanted to reject it, the idea that something that had been a part of my life for so long would be something that wouldn't be like that anymore. However, even if I desire things to stay the same, that desire will remain unfulfilled. To stay like how I was, was insanity of the highest order. It cannot continue, and it will not." Taking a deep breath, I matched his eyes with mine. "If it is alright, can you guide my change. I do not know how to, but if I'm with you, I believe it will be fine."

"Kaguya-san… yeah, I'll help you out." Ah to hear him call my name was so sweet. Incidentally I suppose that now is as good an opportunity as any. Especially since I somewhat have his permission.

"Thank you. Now given this turn of events, I can move on to something else." Though it was quite brazen of me, I wrapped his arm in my own, making sure to draw him close in while doing so. Before he could respond, I spoke to my parents. "Mother, Father, this is the man I intend to marry. He is the one I wish to give my heart to. I hope that I have your blessing from heaven."

"Huh? What?" He of course let out.

"Just letting you know, I do allow other women, however I will reserve the official wife position."

"I'm sorry, what?" He continued to protest, however I will wear him down eventually to my side of things. He and I have all the time in the world for such. He helped to bring about change for me, now it is my turn to do so for him. Just you wait dear husband.

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Author's Notes:

So long as I am alive, this fic will never die. But damn, may the updates come out slower than continental drift, and unfortunately there's no Eurobeat to make it go faster or step on the gas. Not only that, there were problems on the site that prevented me from uploading it, but through some chicanery I was able to get it past the error with some clever tricks, and voila! I've also come up with another idea that I'm writing right now that might not work, given that I barely know the other part of the source material, but hey hopes on that. Also, it's going to be weird calling him Rei Amamiya instead of Akira Kurusu. I like the latter more.

Regardless, I only realize looking over this that Kaguya was given some traits from Tamamo no Mae from the Fate series, and I don't know how to feel about that other than, it seems to work. I like Tamamo, so happy I rolled her in October. Other than that, this chapter came out later than I'd hoped because I rewrote most of it. I had originally had a sub plot about a bird being kept alive by Kaguya's power, but that just seemed shoehorned in and I didn't know what to replace it with nor how to make it work. Then I remember I had another bird, a phoenix to be precise, so I decided that since she was already going to be an integral part of this, might as well add her in more. For a Cross Over, don't add unneeded elements because Cross Overs already come with a large surplus of them anyways thanks to them being cross overs.

Also, those of you actually aware of the arcana and their meanings have probably figured out already which arcana Kaguya is… I wasn't subtle about it. Alongside that I was inspired to focus the chapter around Kaguya for a few reasons. First was that The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter is my favorite fold tale of all time amongst all of them. Helps that it is some manner could be considered the first Sci-Fi story, and I love Sci-Fi. Second, Kaguya is my favorite Persona in the Persona Franchise. I have a level 99 Kaguya in Persona 5 with Maxed Out Stats in Magic, Agility and Endurance. Third was that I was inspired by the Studio Ghibli film about the tale, about a girl who only wanted so much, but, even with good intention, was given beyond what she wanted. That girl having a desire to have a simple unchanging life but ultimately everything changed anyways. But enough about that crap.

Well anyways, as per usual if you have anything to say, or you found something wrong, leave a review and try to shove it in my face. I really appreciated the ones from last time since they were pretty in depth and quite eye opening to flaws I could only see thanks to those reviews. I don't know if I was able to rectify it here, but hey you guys were nice enough to do it once, and who doesn't like talking crap about people on the internet thanks to anonymity? Me, but that's besides the point.

Anyways, thank you for reading, and have a wonderful day.