/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Ahead of me, the Buddhist and the Taoist. "It really is too bad that your...What is the word for the people you acquire? Companions? Servants? No, no...Slaves." Miko was saying, her arms clasped behind her back while she paced closer to Byakuren, looking up at the taller woman from right below her. "Yes, it's too bad that your other slaves couldn't come today. Perhaps it's all those chores you make them do because you can't be bothered, hmm?"

Byakuren leant down so that she and Miko were practically nose-to-nose. "Ah, it does so hurt to see someone so devoid of compassion. No, my dear Taoist, I must ask instead: Wherever is your necrophiliac hermit friend, hmm? Her and the rotting corpse that she won't allow to rest in peace." I felt a shiver run through my spine. Seiga Kaku and her jiangshi. They were certainly an ugly spot in my past. "Perhaps it would be better if you were to more closely examine yourself before trying to belittle others." Byakuren smiled sweetly at Miko, who smiled back defiantly.

While the leaders had eloquent insult session, their subordinates didn't seem interested in pretending to be polite to each other at all. "'Tis a crying shame for a baseborn such as thee to be on auspicious day present." Mononobe no Futo icily remarked to her opposite number. Ichirin's eyes looked like they were about to drop out of her skull from the way she rolled them. "Art thou not thine precepts disobeying? Mayhap thou shouldst return to thine fane afore yon drab representative of Bishamonten offense taketh." Futo's face took on a slightly smug smirk and she tilted her head slightly. "Nay, thine bedfellows art no doubt men and alcohol consuming."

"You - You what!?" Ichirin tried to reply, laughing at the same time. "Wait, you actually think that they're off...Consuming men? Wait, do you mean that like - Like consuming? O-Or...Consuming?" She raised an eyebrow, her lips quivering with the effort of not bursting into laughter. "That sounds like the sort of thing you Taoists get up to. Got to get Seiga her corpses somehow, right? Hey, is it true that Taoists are all selfish lovers? I hear that's what's written in your favourite book, the Tao Te Ching." Ichirin raised a suggestive eyebrow.

Futo's expression became mutinous, and I wondered if I would need to back away. Byakuren and Miko were still tossing barbs at each other, and didn't seem to have noticed what was happening. "Prithee, wouldst thou this servant of the Tao tell me the number of times you were as a baby dropped? Thine head appears to have naught inside it. Mayhaps thou art to yonder fane drawn for that reason alone." I thought that Futo was very pleased about what she'd just said. Unfortunately, I didn't know what she'd just said.

Ichirin seemed to, though. "Oh, you're one to talk. I suppose it makes sense that someone with no brains can only come up with 'you were dropped on the head as a baby' for an insult. I wasn't, but you definitely were. In fact, you were probably dropped on your head as an adult too."

At this point, both Byakuren and Miko turned at the same time. "Ichirin!" Byakuren called.

"Futo!" Miko did the same.

"Hush!" They both exclaimed together. Then, they turned back to each other, continuing to talk.

Ichirin and Futo glared daggers at each other for a moment, then seemed to take notice of me. "Oh, wow, you look very sharp." Ichirin told me, crossing her arms and looking at me. "So, this is your wedding, huh? Quite the crowd you've drawn." I shrugged bashfully and said that I'd invited everyone I could think of. "Hmm...And plenty that you didn't invite, either." She cast a sideways glare at Futo. "I'm fairly sure you wouldn't invite that mess of a Taoist."

Futo came over to me, casting her own glare at Ichirin. "Much as I am sure thou wouldst not a drab quean from yon fane invite." I supposed that was referring to Futo, then. Technically, I'd only actually invited Byakuren, which left me a little unsure of what I should say.

Fortunately, I was saved. "Futo, we must be magnanimous, even to those who are worse off than us. Apologize to the poor Buddhists." Toyosatomimi no Miko paced around Futo to stand close to me. "And then, you can join me in congratulating our dear groom."

"Ah, Ichirin, dear..." Byakuren was walking around Ichirin's side. "It seems that we've been given an opportunity to show how strong our beliefs are. Please, don't rise to the challenge of someone so misguided. Once they've had their fill of acting high and mighty, they'll leave us." All four of them were looking at me now, and I wondered if I should just try and back away before I either said something wrong or they all decided to fight each other.

In the end, I politely asked that all ideological kick-offs be resolved after the ceremony. "Ah, you've certainly narrowed your desires down, haven't you?" Miko said with an indeterminable smile. Futo, make your apology."

"M-Mine Crown Prince, but I - Yon wench, she-"

>>43910723
I don't think they're too uncommon a pair to find in fan art.

>>21574948
yuri yuri between the two

>>21347916