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Okina rolled her eyes at the politics. “Good, now that we know where we all stand. Lets call this meeting a close for noe, we all have very important things to do, and Reimu, Ihave something to talk to you about later. Come to the World of the Back Door whenever you are ready.”
-Reimu-

Reimu sighed as she Stepped through the backdoor, a hard day of work and cleanup, followed by an annoying meeting with a troublesome goddess, just great. “So, you wanted to talk Okina?”

“Yes, thank you for coming Reimu. I believe I mentioned something to the effect of my Aunn and Hana being involved?”

“And what does that have to do with us?” Reimu questioned, arching an eyebrow at Okina as if she had just called her here to waste her time.

“HA! Reimu, a delight as always, I guess neither of us really have any say in what those two get up to.” Of course, Okina would prefer Hana to not have an interest in women, it would make selecting the Hakurei of the next generation far easier. But Okina could always find a replacement for the current Hakurei bloodline if the need arose.

Reimu just nodded slightly. “Is that all, I have more important things to do than gossip about my daughter’s love life.”

“I do, follow me.” Okina said, in a serious, measured tone. Departing from her jovality as another back door opened besides the two of them.

Reimu sighed, pushing through the back door Okina had conjured.
Reimu felt the chill crawl across her skin and the smell of an overly clean odor assault her as she passed through the threshold of the back door. The room on the other side was large and ominous, only dimly lit through a series of low hanging outside world lamps. Across the room there were several empty evenly placed metal tables, and between them only a single wheeled stool. Across the room’s walls there were evenly spaced metal cabinets, each with with a thing paper label attached to it in a script Riemu thought she recognized as english.
But most of all the thing that took Reimu by surprise was Cirno, nervously fluttering around the room, glancing at the metal cabinets in the wall.

“Cirno dear,” Okina asked, a tenderness in her voice.

“Y-yeah, right wall, second row from the bottom, fourth column.” Cirno gulped, already knowing the question and acting on it as her tiny hands shaking as she traced along the wall lined with metal cabinets, gripping the handle of the drawer she was looking for with an intensity she didn’t even have while in battle.
Pulling the cabinet outwards, Reimu froze and the room’s already cold temperature seemed to drop even further.
It took Reimu a second to realize what was laying inside the metal cabinet.

“What… happened.”

“Old age.” Okina answered in a soft measured tone. Reimu didn't take her eyes off the corpse.
“Cirno found him if you have any further questions.”

Reimu just nodded her head, looking down at the corpse of the man who raised her. As if not believing he was dead, she reached out an arm, grazing his solemn face with her fingers. “We’ll need to make preparations.” Removing her hand from the corpse, Reimu turns to the ice fairy. Crino.”

“Yes!” she said, almost jolting out of her own skin in surprise. She had been entirely consumed by the moment.

“Thank you for this.” “Okina, I have to go talk to Hana, when I return we can start planning the funeral.”

The backdoor god nodded. “I was thinking a small affair, in a couple of days after the immediate chaos subsides.”

Doubtless Mima was going to be there too, she had been there when they raised the Hakurei barrier. Although Okina supposed that the young girl from all those years ago has changed quite a bit.

Reimu nodded, her gaze lingering on the body of Genji as she walked through the threshold of the back door. “I’ll think about it.”

“Bye Reimu.” Cirno said, waving off her friend, and indeed they were friends, as she exited the Land of the Back Doors.
As soon as the backdoor disappeared, Cirno’s smile dropped from her face. “Okina, how much of that was planned?”

Okina sighed theatrically, she was somewhat proud of the child, she had learned a bit of cannyness and perhaps self righteousness from the idol from the Myouren temple. “A bit, Reimu needed to be informed of her guardian’s passing afterall.”

A sour look crossed the fairies face. “You know that’s not what I’m talking about.”

“My, my, so demanding Cirno. Besides, it’s all in the past now, it’s better to think of the future anyhow.” Okina said, clapping her hands together as she made a faux-smiling face, clear even to Cirno she was faking her response for dramatic effect.