Flandre's POV
292, 680 days.
70,243,20 hours.
421,459,200 minutes.
Escaped: 91, 632 times.
Successes: 21,351 times. Failures: 68,201 times.
My wings tinkled as I crossed out the faint white lines with a chalk.
Faint, white lines; lines and lines and lines of calculation.
Tinkle, tinkle.
White lines. White lies. Lies.
As I applied force at the end of the line, the chalk crumbled and dissipated to dust. Sigh. 623,974, 852, 204th time.
"You're too immature. "
"Your powers are uncontrollable, and you'd burn everything up."
"No, I'm still older and wiser than you, and no, I'm not jealous."
…Stupid, fuddy-duddy pomegranate juice lover.
What about my fun?
Creaking… behind the door!
Creaks…thuds… Footsteps?
It must be Sakuya!
She must have brought food again!
I hope she brought more chalk. I pat my skirt free of the chalk dust.
I'm bored… there's nothing fun to play with Sakuya…
…Doesn't she know there mustn't be food without entertainment!
Hmm, or was it the other way around?...
No matter!
As the door creaked open, I split.
One, two, three, four, five.
"Sakuya! Sakuya! Guess which one I am!" Five of me giggled.
"Miss Scarlets, you'll have to eat first before you play, you know," Sakuya smiled calmly. "All of you need to replenish your energy," She closed the door and set the tray down, placing the food out on the table.
One: "Hey, I've got an idea! Let's burn Sister Patchy's library!"
Two: "No, loser, we need to destroy the Sun! LET'S BURN IT DOWN."
Three: "You can't burn the Sun, stupid."
Four: "Hey, who're you calling stupid!"
Five: "We're all the same you know; if she's stupid we're all stupid, stupid."
Three: "Burning the library seems like fun."
One: "I know, right?"
Two: "Guys. We can like, set fire to the rain."
All four of me glared at Two. I shrugged, and merged back slowly.
Into three, into two, into one.
Tinkle, tinkle.
I stretched my arms and began to dig in.
Sakuya sat beside me and smiled while I downed the glass of blood. Out of the corner of my eye, she set down several boxes of chalk.
I wonder if, this is how it will continue to be, for the rest of eternity.
Sakuya took out a laced handkerchief and started to wipe the crystals on my wings.
"You know, Miss Scarlet, you need to learn to use the chalk properly. It isn't easy to clean off the dust and the chalk all at once you know," She stated smoothly. "It's difficult to get them to shine after all your constant activity."
I made some noises of agreement while munching. It wasn't blame nor was it judgment. It was a fact; this place was musty and old, my only activity was playing with chalk and even though Sakuya could stop time, she couldn't stay down here and play with me forever.
I got used to it. Playing with myself.
I wiped my eyes. If my sister didn't want to see me, I guess those white lies she told me must have contribute to a bigger picture.
I returned Sakuya the cutleries and her tray, and then I watched her walk away.
As I set off back into the deepest depths of the basement, my wings continued to tinkle.
Were they shiny?
I would never really know. There was nothing here.
Except for me, and a bunch of chalk.
421,459,306 minutes.
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421,459,938 minutes.
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421,473,632 minutes.
Creaking… behind the door…?
Sakuya! That's early!
My attention drew away from all the chalk on the floor as I listened in, even more closely.
"Marisa, this place creeps me out, come on, let's go back to the shrine and get some tea…"
"Think, Reimu! The fact that this place was hidden obviously means its hiding something of value! HUGE Value."
I stood up, and stared into the dim light in the distance.
Sakuya…?
…That smell. It's not her.
Two. There are two.
Who are these people?
"There's something shiny there, lurking there, do you see it?!"
"What, Marisa, seriously, stop imagining your stolen-"
Step by step,
I stepped out of the shadows.
Ah, apricot, and orange marmalade.
Tinkle, tinkle.
