Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Watanabe Umino's farm wasn't far from either the market nor the orphanage, so it made for a convenient waypoint between the two. Rumia had seen it several times in trips past, though she had never actually set foot on its borders. But today seemed an excellent day to break that trend.

Finally everyone was seated in a circle. Missus Umino and all the Umino kids brought out warm cider for everyone. Rumia accepted hers with a nod of thanks and cautiously gave it a sip. It was good.

Mister Joshua and Miss Haruhi were both sitting at the head of the circle, whispering to one another. Miss Haruhi had stopped crying, but she still looked pretty upset, while Mister Joshua mostly looked deeply disturbed, like he knew something about what had happened that the rest of them didn't. Rumia really hoped that he was going to spill, and if he didn't, she made a point to ask him directly.

Just…not now.

As for Miss Satoko and Miss Mokou, they were still outside, talking to one another. Rumia couldn't make out what they were saying, but judging by how animated they looked through the door, it was probably very…dramatic. Rumia really hoped that Miss Mokou wasn't going to get into trouble. If there was one bright spot of this whole disastrous day, it was watching her be a total badass.

Watanabe and his family were bustling to and fro, helping tending to all the kids that were hurt, which still was most of them. The big man knelt down in front of Kohta. "Oh, that is a dark one, all right," he said, peering at Kohta's swollen eye. He soaked a small piece of cloth in a bath of herbs, pressed it against Kohta's eye, and then tied the patch securely in place with a long bandage. "There you are, son. You look like a proper rogue with that on. All the girls will be chasing after you now!"

Though he was still a little dazed, Kohta perked up at that, and he slowly grinned.

Rumia rolled his eyes.

Then Watanabe looked over to her. "What about you? You were fighting like a little devil out there. Any war wounds that need patching up?"

"I'm fine," Rumia growled. That wasn't necessarily true, as her leg was really starting to ache, and several bruises had formed around her torso, but she wasn't about to let a stranger know that, not even a nice one.

Watanabe smirked, which just pissed Rumia off all the more. "Ah, the warrior's scowl. Seen that many times." He started to rise, but then paused. "Hey now. I know those eyes. Rumia, is that you?"

Rumia felt her blood run cold. He knew her name? Why did he know her name?

"No," she said. Unfortunately, at the exact same time, Kohta said, "You know her?" She angrily elbowed him, only to regret it when she apparently hit a sore spot, making him double over in pain. "Ah! Sorry."

Watanabe smiled. "I'd say I do know you, Rumia. After all, I was the one who brought you to Satoko when you were just a baby."

Rumia froze. "What?" she whispered.

Watanabe knelt down in front of her. "That's right. I was actually good friends with your Mama and Papa. Helped them build their house, actually. And I was the one who knew where to look to find you after they were killed."

For once Rumia didn't know what to say. "You…You knew them?"

"Rocco was one of my closest friends," Watanabe said. "I still remember how happy he was when you were born. And your big sisters-"

Rumia felt her throat start to close up. "Stop it," she growled. "Who cares? They're dead, and I'm not. I don't need to hear about a bunch of dead people!"

Most of the people nearby stared at her in shock, but Rumia didn't care. She just crossed her arms and looked away.

She expected Watanabe to be mad, but instead he just raised his brow. "You got a lot of your grandmother in you, Rumia. You're becoming a real fighter. I think you'll be all right."

He then moved on, and soon everyone stopped staring at her, save for her friends.

"Rumia, what the hell?" Kohta said. "That's the guy that saved you! And if he knew your family, then-"

"Shut up, Kohta," Rumia said. He sighed but acquiesced.

"Rumia, are you okay?" Keine said, laying a hand on her shoulder.

Rumia instinctively flinched, but she didn't shake it off. She just sat there with her head and shoulders bowed and fought to keep the tears in.

Suddenly Mister Joshua cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention.

"I want everyone to understand something here," he said. "No matter what any of those people said back there, no matter what anyone might say about you in the future, this wasn't your fault. Okay? We all understand that?"

"Yes, Mister Joshua," said most of the younger kids. Some of the older ones just nodded. A few did nothing at all.

"And don't listen to that garbage about curses or taints or something like that. That's just fools talking. There is absolutely nothing wrong with any of you, no matter what they say."

"But…" Eiko started to say, but then her voice caught. She swallowed, and tried again. "But why are they saying that at all? Why do they think that?"

Mister Joshua hesitated, and then said, "Because they're afraid. They're afraid and they're stupid. As wrong as it sounds, people sometimes become afraid of other people's problems, because they think that it'll spread to them. So they're somehow become convinced that just because most of you lost your families to youkai, it means that youkai are more likely to attack you and anyone that talks to you, or some such nonsense. But it is nonsense, understand?"

"But my parents didn't get eaten by youkai," Dai said. "They died in a landslide!"

"And mine got burned in a fire!" Hayate added.

Keine said nothing, but her fingers clenched up. Rumia quickly glanced around. Good, nobody was looking at her. Her secret was still safe. Hopefully.

"Like I said, it's complete stupidity," Mister Joshua said. "When people get a little scared, it doesn't take much to get them to listen to stupid ideas."

Maybe so, but Rumia was more worried about something else, something very dangerous and very real.

She glanced over to Keine, who was staring off at nothing. Rumia still remembered how Skinner had stared at her, like he was able to see deep into her heart and mind. And that was a problem.

As it so happened, Keine was the only child that wasn't actually an orphan, not entirely. Her mother had died giving birth to her, but presumably her father, if he could be called that, was still out there somewhere, as he had been a youkai. That was why she looked half as old as she really was. Youkai lived forever, and when they had kids with Humans, their offspring's lifespans were twice as long as those fully Human. And that was why she was so strong and fast despite being so small and skinny.

Of all the kids that Rumia lived with, only she and Kohta knew Keine's secret, and they had long sworn to keep it safe. They knew that Keine's conception had been…less than consensual, and there were those that would consider that alone to mean she had been born evil, to say nothing of having youkai blood. It was all bullshit of course. Keine was Rumia's friend, and she was easily the least monstrous of their little trio, but like Mister Joshua had said all it took was a little fear for people to start being stupid and dangerous.

As for the grown-ups, well, Miss Satoko probably knew, though she had never mentioned it, and if she had told the others Rumia had never heard. And Miss Mokou had figured it out literally the second she saw Keine, but like Rumia and Kohta she had also sworn to never tell anyone.

But that man Skinner had also figured it out. Rumia didn't know how, but he had. And that scared her.

If the whole of Mokou's life were to be laid out in a book, then the story would be dark, bloody, unceasingly violent, and take up an entire library. As such, the two years in which she had lived in the Aoki Yume's Children's Home and known Satoko Yume would be contained in only a few short sentences, a barely perceptible drop of happiness in an ocean of pain and hate.

And yet it somehow felt so much longer than it was. Suddenly, her life had gone from having just enough room for herself and one other person in it to having over twenty, and unlike that one other person, they were people she actually cared about rather than wished to murder violently and often. She had gotten to know these kids and their vibrant personalities, from their quirks to their preferences to their aspirations to their petty little rivalries to their intense friendships. Those little people were just so strangely fascinating, at once simple and uncomplicated and yet full of depth, and Mokou had thoroughly enjoyed getting to know them, even if she had done so rather quickly. She had always been a fast learner, after all.

And she knew Satoko. She could read the younger woman's emotions like a book, could tell at a glance how she was feeling and why. And at that moment, Satoko was very, very angry.

Satoko didn't often get angry. She had spent her entire life looking after children who had every reason to act out, and as such her well of patience, tolerance, and understanding seemed to be bottomless at times. However, there was a very specific list of situations that set her off. Apparently, Mokou had triggered several of them.

"How could you, Mokou?" Satoko said as she anxiously paced back and forth, her hands unceasingly wringing each other. "Do you have any idea what you've done? What you've done to us, to me, to them?"

"Sure," Mokou said, unperturbed. "I stopped our kids from getting beaten to death."

"You were going to kill that boy!"

"No, not kill, not even hurt. Just scare him a little."

"Scare? You wanted to scare him?" Satoko let out a bitter chuckle. "I'll say you did. Right there, in front of his family, his friends, his neighbors, in front of godsdamned everyone! You've gone and made us an enemy of everybody!"

Mokou folded her arms. "I'd say that already happened. You saw how everybody was treating us when we got there."

"Not everybody! Some, yes, but not everybody! But oh, they sure are now!" Satoko stopped pacing, though her hands didn't stop twisting against each other. "Mokou, I know you have a dark past, I know you've…done things that you don't like talking about, and I've been content to leave things at that. I've left your secrets alone, and you have been nothing but a boon until now."

Mokou quirked an eyebrow. "But?"

"But you promised me that your past wouldn't put the children in danger! That was the one condition of letting you stay! The one condition!"

"And it hasn't," Mokou said. "This had nothing to do with that."

"Hasn't it?" Satoko laughed again. "Oh, sure, those people that tried to kill you haven't shown up, but the person they had a quarrel with sure did! Admit it, Mokou. This wasn't the first time you've had your hands around someone's neck like that."

That was true enough. Hell, it wasn't even the hundredth. Maybe not even the thousandth. "No, it wasn't. But I needed him to admit what he had done."

"What he had done? It was a cruel comment, yes, but not deserving of strangling!"

"No? What about him perving at Haruko, Eiko, and Hayate? Besides, all most of those people saw was our kids fighting theirs, with no way of telling who started it." She shrugged. "Well, now they do."

"And what good did that do?" Satoko demanded. "They were looking for a fight, yes, but-"

"They were attacking our kids," Mokou said again, making sure to emphasize the our. "They were even hitting Haruhi. Noba's got a concussion, Shinji and Keiichi both have broken noses, and many more have black eyes, split lips, and more bruises than I care to count. Satoko, this wasn't just a scuffle over some childish insult that got out of hand, this was an assault!"

"But-"

"No, listen to me. All those people wouldn't have rushed to join in if they weren't already ready to go off at the slightest excuse. Nobody other than Haruhi and the girls tried to break it up until I got there, and they were attacked for it. Satoko, something is wrong. Something is actively working to isolate us, to turn everyone against us. And I think I know what it is."

At this, Satoko sighed. "So do I. It's that man."

Mokou tilted her head. "Nathaniel Skinner, right? That big tall bastard dressed mostly in brown?"

"That's him."

"Joshua said that he was from the Outside World too, that the two of them used to be friends."

Satoko nodded. "Yes, I know. He and Joshua came over with a small group. They wandered into our land one night, and we gave them shelter. Most of them went to the Human Village after that, but Joshua came back. Said that his God would have wanted him to help us."

"Oh yeah? Something tells me that he and that Skinner guy get very different messages from their God. And really, you put them up when they were lost and alone, and this is how they repay you?"

"I know, Mokou," Satoko said wearily.

"Well, we should do something about him."

"No!" Satoko looked horrified. "Are you insane? You can't just kill someone!"

"I didn't say kill him," Mokou said, though to be perfectly honest she had been thinking that exact thing. In fact, if it came down to it, she was reasonably certain that she could get into the Human Village, conveniently "vanish" Skinner, dispose of all evidence, and get out again with nobody being the wiser. "I said do something about him."

Satoko wasn't buying it. "Mokou, do not. You've already made things bad enough already."

"How? By saving the kids? If that would have gone on much longer, then someone could have died!"

"And I'm grateful for that, I really am! But you should have just driven them off and left it at that! But no, you had to hold one of them hostage and threaten his life in front of everyone!"

"So? He had it coming!"

Satoko stared at her. "Mokou, that doesn't matter! Why do you think so many ran in once the other kids ran to their friends' defense! It's pack mentality at work! If you had just stuck to defending the children and prevented anyone else from attacking, then we could have sorted things out once everyone had calmed down. But you had to keep things hot and angry!"

"Sorted things out?" Mokou repeated in disbelief. "Satoko, what the hell? They attacked us! There is a line, and they crossed it! There's no sorting anything after that!"

Satoko honestly looked like she wanted to slap Mokou. "Mokou, you've been with us for only two years. I've been doing this literally my entire life! Do you honestly think this is a first time one of ours got into a fight with some rowdy locals? Maybe not quite as bad as this, but it's happened before! And when it does, you break it up, get everyone separated, and calm things down! Then you figure out who did what and who was responsible! But you…you just had to throw oil all over that fire and keep them angry! You gave them a reason to hate us! What are we supposed to do now? We're already banned from the Human Village, and now you've turned the other settlements against us too?"

Mokou opened her mouth to retort, but Satoko wasn't having it. "Think, Mokou! Think about it! Skinner's been spreading his poison, telling people lies about us, getting them to hate orphans of all things, and you just confirmed it! You, a woman that none of them knew, just showed up out of nowhere and drove off several men twice your size! You held up a young man at least your own weight, if not heavier, with one hand and showed no signs of strain! You took that blow from Gendou's guard without even upsetting your balance! You refused to be move by Skinner, someone who ought to have easily picked you up as if you were a child!"

"Well, now they know what they're getting into if they mess with us again."

"No, Mokou! You're still not thinking! Skinner's apparently been filling people's heads with stories about us consorting with youkai and being tainted by them and probably getting strange and dangerous powers from them. And then you show up, doing what you did, challenging everyone to their face and demonstrating abilities that a woman of your size ought not to have! Even if most people think that Skinner's stories are nonsense, you just gave them a reason to rethink that! Maybe, they're wondering now, maybe there's something to those stories! Maybe Skinner might have a point!"

Mokou frowned. When it was put like that, Satoko did have a point. Still… "So, what, I'm supposed to just bow my head and suck up to those idiots just because they're afraid? I'm supposed to just stand aside and let them hurt our kids?"

"Of course not! I'm not upset about what you rescuing Noba and the others, I'm upset about what you did after! Tell the truth, Mokou. That wasn't just about making a point. You were enjoying yourself."

Mokou grimaced. It was true, she had enjoyed that burst of violence, brief as it had been. Two years were an incredibly insignificant amount of time to her, but she hadn't gone that long without hurting another person in a long, long time. Breaking herself out of that cycle had given her nothing but relief, but part of her still craved it.

"That's what scares me, Mokou," Satoko said. "You know that there's nothing I wouldn't do to protect the kids. But if you're going to escalate things just…just for the fun of it, then I can't have that. I can't have you making yourself a danger."

Mokou breathed in and out. "Well, maybe you have a point," she admitted.

"I know."

Shuffling her feet a little, Mokou put her hands in her pockets and said, "Look, if you want me to go then I'll go. But right now, I don't think that you should."

Satoko sighed. "I know. Despite my…frustration, you did save them, and it would be…unbecoming of me to throw you out after that. Besides, what's done is done, and if things are really getting that bad, then…then we might need someone like you."

Now that was sort of scary to hear, and Mokou found herself wondering if Skinner might not accidentally have a point. Granted, all that business about being tainted by youkai was complete nonsense, but Mokou had been at the orphanage for only two years and already it was under the threat of…invasion? War? Maybe there was a curse at play. Maybe violence just followed her wherever she went.

"That's…disturbing," she said. "But we can deal with that when it comes. Right now though, we have another problem."

"Oh?"

Mokou nodded toward the barn, where the kids were trying to recover. "Yeah. Them. They just had the fright of their lives. Even the ones that didn't get hurt just saw what probably looked like all the Humans in Gensokyo turning on them. They've already lost their families, and now their own species is after them. They're scared, they're confused, and they're angry."

"I know that, Mokou."

"Do you? Look, you know people better than I do, but I know fear better than you. Get mad at me for losing it if you must, but don't show it in front of them. Because right now, we're the only ones that seem like we're on their side. We need to present a unified front, show them that we're all working together to protect them."

Satoko thought on that for a moment, and then nodded. "Okay, that makes sense. What else?"

Mokou frowned. "Well, prepare for the worst and hope for the best. Obviously this is going to come up again, and you're going to try to work something out. But in the meantime…" She shrugged. "Look, I left my past life behind, sure, but I still, uh, know a few people, people who have their ears to the ground. In fact, just last night I was given a sort of head's up from one of them."

"What?"

"Look, I'm not saying it has anything to do with what happened, but I got word that some sort of shenanigans is brewing in the Youkai Forest. I don't know anything in specific, but apparently the nasty things that live in there are up to something."

Satoko looked incredulous. "Wait, are you saying that are problems really are youkai related, only…from them instead of us? You think youkai might be behind whatever Skinner and Sonozika are doing?"

"No clue. Might be a coincidence, but the timing's suspect. Anyway, I'm thinking I should look up some old friends, see if they've heard anything."

"Wait, what kind of friends?" Satoko said, alarmed.

"Well, the Hakurei Shrine Maiden for one. We've worked together a couple of times in the past. There's also a hermit or two of my acquaintance, might go poking around the inhabitants of the Youkai Mountain as well. They don't have much to do with the Youkai Forest despite having pretty much the same name, but they are nothing but relentless when it comes to sniffing out gossip. If anything's up, they would have at least heard of it." Mokou frowned. "In fact, that brawl back there will probably be making headlines on their papers tomorrow."

"Oh," Satoko said. "Well, I guess that…makes sense."

Truth be told, Mokou had left a few names off that list. It was better if Satoko didn't know everything about what she was up to. "In the meantime though, we should prepare the kids for a worst-case scenario. Flying lessons are coming up, in fact. I know it's just going to be the kids in the twelve to fourteen range, but the younger ones ought to learn as well. We should also look to see if anyone's got any neat powers we could use, and start drilling them to-"

"No!" Satoko snapped. "We are not turning them into an army!"

Mokou paused, and then said, "Satoko, we may not have a choice."

"I don't care," Satoko said stubbornly. "My family started the Children's Home so that they could have something resembling a normal life, and I intend to give it to them. They need to have things return to normal as soon as possible."

"Normal? Satoko, you told me to think, now it's your turn! I already told you, this wasn't just some idiots being idiots! I'm telling you, something is wrong! There's something in motion, something that's going after us, after our kids. And I'll bet my bottom yen that that Skinner guy is at the center of it!"

Back in the washroom of his house in the Human Village, Nathaniel Skinner dipped a washcloth in the bowl of soapy water and carefully cleaned the sweat off his face.

He was standing bare-chested in front of the half-length mirror set in the wall. Obtaining it had been ridiculously difficult. This godforsaken country was so out of touch with civilization that glass was considered a luxury, at least where he was stuck. But he had gotten his hands on one, and now could see his profile in full.

He did not like what he saw.

His face was flushed, and his body glistened with sweat. He had managed to keep his cool, but it had been a close thing. That strange woman had upset him far greater than he could have expected. That was a problem. She was just a woman, after all. She ought not have that much of an effect on him.

But he knew better than that. She was more than just a woman. He wasn't sure what she was exactly, but he meant to find out.

Sighing, he set to work wiping himself down. Then he gingerly dipped his right hand into another basin, this one filled with hot water treated with herbs. He winced as the pins and needles erupted all over his palm and wrist, but he kept it submerged until the pain was too much to bear. Then he carefully dried it, though even the touch of the soft cloth was painful.

He then picked up a set of clean linens and began to bind up his right hand. Tighter and tight he wound the cloth, until it was completely encased.

From outside, he heard a fervent knock at the front door. Skinner started at the sudden sound, and then he cursed. Who was it now?

A moment later the Mai, the housekeeper, knocked hesitantly at the door. "Master Skinner?" she said. "Master Sonozika is here to see you."

Of course he was. "Let him in, and offer refreshments!" he called through the wooden door. "I'll be along shortly!"

Skinner hastily pulled on his clothes, starting with his long-sleeved shirt, then his heavy leather coat, and finally the thick gloves. He finished buttoning up his shirt, repositioned his silver crucifix, and checked himself in the mirror.

It would have to do.

Gendou was fretting in the front room. That was no surprise; Gendou was always fretting. It got aggravating at times, but on the plus side it did make him quite receptive to just about anything Nathaniel had to say.

When he saw Nathaniel enter the room, he perked up immediately. "Ah, Skinner. Good. Sorry for popping by on such short notice, but-" Then his piggish eyes narrowed. "Good gods, man! Do you even wear that thing indoors? You must be sweltering!"

Quite the opposite, really. "I often find myself called away on the Lord's work on short notice," Nathaniel said. "So I find it easier to always be dressed for an unexpected journey."

"Journey to where? You never leave the village!" Then before Nathaniel could respond, Gendou just shrugged and said, "Oh, never mind. It doesn't matter. But we have to talk about what happened at the market! That was outrageous!"

On that, Nathaniel agreed. "But not at all unexpected. It is, after all, what I've been telling you."

"No, not at all. And you were right, of course." With a sigh, Gendou settled down into a nearby chair. "Still, it's so hard to believe. They're just children, after all. Wild, savage, totally ungovernable children, but children nevertheless."

"Well, that's how they operate. The evil ones, I mean. Corrupt the children, go after the parents. And when parents are lacking, go after the good men and women. It is the same back in my world as well." Skinner then changed the subject. "Still, as troublesome as all of this was, it was…very illuminating."

"I'll say it was! They were like animals! Especially that one woman, the one with the red pants. Do you know her?"

"Not until today. Apparently she's the orphanage's cook, which says something about them. Joshua Stump said that her name was Fujiwara no Mokou. Does that name mean anything to you?"

Gendou didn't respond.

"Gendou?"

The small man had gone completely pale. He face was sweaty even at the best of times, but now his pores were practically gushing.

Nathaniel frowned. "Gendou, are you all right? You look like you've seen a ghost." Which, to be fair, was something of a literal occurrence around those parts.

"What? No, I…" Gendou licked his lips. "Well, maybe."

"You recognize that name?"

"Er, ah, I have heard of someone with that name before, but…" He shook his head. "No, it must be a coincidence. That person lived long before Gensokyo was even created! She would have been dead and buried for centuries by now!"

"Unless she became a youkai," Nathaniel pointed out. He didn't have any idea who Gendou was talking about, but he was now very curious.

Gendou gasped. "Is it her, then? Is she the youkai?"

No, she was not. There were youkai that looked incredibly Human, enough to fool the unwise and unlearned perhaps, but Nathaniel was able to tell at a glance whether or not someone was Human or something else. And this woman, this "Mokou" was certainly no youkai, though she wasn't exactly Human either. Still, while falsehood were explicitly against his faith, he felt that God would forgive him this one, as it served a higher purpose. "Without any doubt," he said solemnly.

"No," Gendou whispered. "No, it can't be. She…she murdered my ancestors. The stories about her…and now she's here for me!"

Nathaniel still didn't know what Gendou was talking about, but he knew an opportunity when he saw it. "It makes sense then, doesn't it?"

"Yes. All of it. How could I have been so blind?"

Nathaniel sat down next to him and placed his left hand on Gendou's shoulder, his right squeezing his crucifix. "You see, then, the importance of acting quickly."

"Right. Right. You have a plan, then?"

"That I do, but there are some things that I need to set in motion first." He rubbed the bristles of his beard with his left hand, the right still gripping his cross.

"What things?" Gendou asked.

Nathaniel smiled. "Don't worry yourself, my old friend. Leave it to me."

"Right, of course," Gendou said. He stood up. "Just…keep me informed…of anything that I ought to be informed of."

The implicit meaning was clear. If you have to do anything that will upset my people, then I'd damn well better not hear about it. "Don't worry yourself, Gendou," Nathaniel said. "The Lord's plan may not seem clear at first, but it has never failed me yet."

"Yes, well, here's hoping it stays that way," Gendou said albeit a bit skeptically. He was respectful of Nathaniel and his parishioners'' faith, but he did not share it himself. "Though speaking of which, what of your friend?"

Nathaniel sighed. "I pray that God opens Brother Joshua's eyes before it is too late. He always had a soft spot for children, and doesn't always see the dangers of corruption."

"Well, that's too bad," Gendou said as he stood up and headed for the door. "In the meantime, I've got those country people lined up at my door demanding some kind of explanation, like it was my fault!"

"God go with you, Gendou," Nathaniel said. "Though, ah, by the by…"

"Hmmm?"

"Back during that ruckus, did you by any chance notice one of the orphans in particular? Specifically, a small girl with short silver hair?"

Gendou frowned. "Ah, no, most of my attention was on that…that woman. Why?"

"No reason," Nathaniel said. "No reason at all."