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: ...What do I have to say this time?

K/N: What do you ever have to say?

A/N: ...True.

K/N: I honestly expected for you to dispute that.

A/N: What's there to dispute?

K/N: ...True.

A/N: Besides, what would I gain from disputing it?

K/N: Hrm... Nothing, I suppose.

A/N: Exactly. ...Although, this discussion is making me think of the Lutece's for some reason...

K/N: Who?

A/N: You'll understand some day in the somewhat near future, if you consider how much time you have spent alive. Otherwise, it shall be quite some time.

K/N: Must you speak in such a way...? Speak of things I understand!

A/N: But it's not like you haven't been around for it. You will just have to loop back around for it to perhaps become apparent.

K/N: Is that so...?

R/N: That is so~!

K/N: ...Rumia? It's been some time since I last saw you!

R/N: Really?

K/N: Ahh, err... Nnno!

A/N: ...Getting back on track, let's get on with the show.

My requested assistance with cooking going as badly as I had expected, I once more returned to my room after eating the subpar meal of both mine and Ran's creation. You would think she would learn by now that I'm only particularly good at simple meals. Yes, I can cook meat over a fire without burning it, but the moment that spices get involved, I lose my ability to figure things out. I end up over-seasoning everything. On the rare occasion, I might somehow under-season the meal, making things fix-able. I always seem to end up on the higher end, however, as opposed to the lower end. ...Which might be why Ran chose to learn how to cook at such a young age, now that I think about it. She always has had sharp senses, and taste would be one of them; perhaps that is why she fancies spices so much? To her, perhaps they are potent things that taste wonderful. To me, I find they simply mask the favor of the food, in all honesty. But, then again, I also like sugar in my tea. Perhaps spices are her sugar. Well, either way, I suppose one likes what they like.

Landing beside my bed for a change, I gently sat on the edge of it, and decided to do something different for a change; tonight I would actually undress before bed. With that in mind, I started by removing my sleeves, followed by the other various parts of Sanae's outfit, leaving me in but my underwear. But I didn't stop there, and instead removed my frilly 'little' purple bra, setting it with the rest of my clothes.

With my clothes out of the way, I grabbed for my book, rolled onto my belly, and began to read.

No matter how many times Jack tries to console me, it's just not helping at all.

I'll start from the beginning. Last night, I headed out to look at the tree, as I stated in the last entry. Well, I remember going to it, and nearing it, but everything after that is a blur! When I came to, I was over the sectioned body of the nice lady who told us of everything. I killed her by closing gaps over her. I just know it.

Feeling the worst I ever have, I set to burying her beneath the tree. With her gone, the power was no-longer able to cause me to kill. Just as I had thought,

I'm so sorry, woman whose name I never even knew. I used your body, as well as the rest in the graveyard, to seal the tree within a barrier. It instantly withered, and the cherry blossoms fell from it. The moment those pink petals fell, I knew that the power was gone. I knew that it had been sealed away, hopefully for good.

I frowned a bit as I turned the page. I hated myself for doing such a thing for so long, didn't I? Well, at least I can see the continuation instantaneously this time, instead of beating myself up over it for a hundred years.

I can't believe what I saw today. When I went to visit the graves, every last one of them, even the tree, were gone, and I felt intervention from the yama. Following the feeling, I ended up finding it where Gensoukyou would one day be. When I looked at it, I found the tree to be on very familiar terrain, with a very familiar, very massive home beside it. I never expected to have met Yuyuko before she died, or soon after she died, but I ended up doing both. I didn't even have to ask her name, after I saw her. A baby blue ornate kimono, and short, pink hair. She had a more generic ghost ornament on her head, as well as no hat, but I already knew who she was. So sure was I, that I simply enjoyed toying with her a bit. Although, I was surprised that she didn't even know me.

I had expected her to not know that I knew her name, yes, but she didn't know me even slightly! She didn't even recognize me. I haven't changed my image much in quite some time; I've been a blonde red and blue eyed woman for as long as I have been in the past.

Yet again putting the mark within the pages, I closed the book, and set it to the side once again. With the book now out of my grasp, I laid out on my back, staring up at the ceiling. "I wonder how Yuyuko is doing...?"

As I lay there, I opened a gap above me, showing me the calm night clouds pass by over head. Eventually I drifted off to the calming scene. As I slept, the clouds above began to grow a stormy grey.