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: You know, my document manager area is getting difficult to navigate with all these stories.

Y/N: And whose fault do you think that is?

A/N: Well, my brain; I can't help but create a never-ending stream of ideas that I must make known. After all, that is what spawned this little story.

Y/N: I suppose that is true. After all, I did choose you as the high-goddess for a reason. Your ideas are simply divi-

A/N: Don't say it... We both know what you were about to say.

Y/N: Divination?

A/N: Ye- wait, no. That doesn't even make sense in that context!

Y/N: Well, you shouldn't assume that I always make sense~

A/N: Well, you've got me there. You do rarely make sense.

Y/N: Hey!

A/N: What? You were the one to say you rarely made sense in the first place. Don't get your panties in a knot simply because I agree...

Y/N: Grr...

A/N: Heh... If it helps, you can always take it back~

Y/N: ...When did you start teasing me?

Opening my ancient little book yet again, I removed the mark from between the pages, and flipped the page, snorting at what I saw. I had forgotten about that... Ironic that I would forget about that, really.

You know, I feel as if I have failed on some level. I haven't failed anything important, but I haven't written in this thing in who knows how long. Sure, if I did the math I would obvious learn how long it has been, but I'm not in the mood for such things. You see, dear diary, I had the briliant idea of storing you within a gap. Well, it would seem that was the greatest idea of all time, and saved Sanae!

...Or it made me forget about you untill I hit another decimal in my age, thus reminding me you existed. I swear, I'm so forgetful of so many little things, but I so easily remember the major things! I'm 10,000 now, and today is the birthday that added the fifth decimal to my age. My, how time flies.

I giggled at the first time I realized that storing important yet forgetable things in gaps was a bad idea. Of course, I never have stopped doing that, but that was the first and the last time I would store my diary in a gap. From then on, I simply stored it in a nice little torquise bag. Quite the lovely color, if I do say so myself.

Now, what to talk about.

Really, what has happened in the past 9,000 years since I left the present in favor of saving my love? Well, I suppose the tengu have begun to wear actual clothes, albeit simple clothes, instead of letting their feathers or fur cover them up. Still wear the silly masks, though. Managed to see one without the mask one, and their face was nearly identacle to a human! When I asked Tenga about it, she simply said that it was so that they could feel superior to the beasts just like them. Sounds like something tengu would do, alright.

Ohh, and the kappa have started to make devices to implant their bowls in their heads. They projected that within the next few thousand or so years that they would no longer have that glaring weakness. Thus far, the brave leader of the kappa has been one of the first to go through with it.

On the note of kappa and tengu, the oni decided to run one of the hells, once they learned it was under this very mountain. Although, is it really wise to live atop a mountain which rests over the Burning Hells? What if they somehow cause an erruption? When I brought this up to the leader of the tengu, she merely said that they would deal with that if the time came. They really should be more careful... Any loss of life is a rather high cost.

Anyways, my training's going quite well! I'm sure Master would be proud at how strong I am. However, I need to step up my training... As it stands, I'm only about half as strong as master was! At this rate, I'll never surpass her! I'll never save my Sanae!

But before I get serious, I feel I need to take a break. Really, I'm wasting my whole life. Hitting 10,000 was a wakeup call, as I haven't left the village for anything more than food since I made it here! Sure, I want to save Sanae, but I won't even be able to enjoy that. As such, I decided to travel the world, and see how the humans are doing. I wonder when they'll start wearing actual clothes? Have they already? I wonder if they're using more traditional weapons of yet...

Not interested in learning ancient history yet again, I began to skip forward once more, and stopped on something that made me smile quite a lot.

Today I found an injured baby fox, and I couldn't find hide nor hair of its mother. You know, I would feel horrible if I found her hide. I really shouldn't use that term when dealing with animals. It might be seen by them as rather uncomfortable. Doubly so when speaking of their mother of all things!

Anyways, I think I understand Satori finding companionship in animals a bit. They're so... honest. They never lie, and don't judge you about things you can't help. Of course, they will fear you if you let them, as I've learned from the simple thoughts of this one. At first she feared me, but now that I'm feeding her, she's warming up to me quite quickly.

Of course, that is in part due to the fact that she now thinks I'm her mother, as I'm breast feeding her, but that's beside the point. It was a rather good bit of training for me to manipulate my breasts to produce milk, and to swap the boundry between the milk gland of a karakasa and a fox. Of course, it was a strange thought to do as such, as I could have simply gapped a fox teat in for her to suckle, but it makes me strangely happy to feed her this way. When she's not busy tugging at my nipple with her mouth, she's sleeping within my cleavage. Unsurprisingly, making myself produce milk has caused my breasts to grow rappidly, when I forced them to fully mature. Can't feed a cute little kit without matured glands.

I think I'll name her after one of my closest friends from long ago. I never thought I would meet a fox worthy of being named after my best friend, but I think little Ran deserves it. That mind of hers is sharp for such a young fox. While she thinks of me as her mother, she knows I'm not really. She knows she's helpless, and so simply trusts me as well as she can.

You could say she is as clever as a

With a sigh at the terrible joke, I nearly closed the book before stopping myself. Grabbing for the bookmark, I once more placed it within the book it belonged to and set it on my nightstand. With everything in order, I got comfortable under my covers and drifted off to sleep.