/jp/ - Otaku Culture

"Satori Komeiji." Shameimaru said blankly. "You were sent by Patchouli Knowledge to see Satori Komeiji." Yes, I replied. "But...You aren't going to explain to me how you got there, who you were with, or how any of this makes sense?" Had she been to see Yamame yet? "Nngh..." The crow groaned, clutching her head in her hands. "She's avoiding me. There's only so much I can do when I can't even find her. She's the key to all of this, isn't she? Nothing will make sense if I leave this spider-shaped hole in the story." Well, I replied, there wasn't much I could do in that case. Our agreement, as it was, had been that Shameimaru would go and ask Yamame for permission before I was allowed to talk about anything that she'd been involved in, and she'd not down it yet. Perhaps if she had, I wouldn't be sitting here having to dance around all the details. "Hey, that's not fair, I just-" She'd agreed, so it was just as much her fault. "...Fine, I'll try harder. She lives in the caves, doesn't she?" Somewhere around there, I replied.

It was maybe a little bit mean, but I figured that it was the least I could do without Shameimaru actually running hit pieces on me. I was sort of repaying her for articles that Reimu had said that Shameimaru had written about her, even though they seemed to be entirely true. Still, I felt like I should probably stick up for Reimu somehow, and this wasn't exactly the most awful of ways to do it. "Well, Aya, looks like you're making some good progress, huh?" Reimu said dryly from where she was laying on the floor with her arms crossed her gaze fixed on the ceiling. "Why don't you go and get your permission now, and I can actually do some work instead of chaperoning the world's most uninteresting interview?"

"Isn't it a bit harsh to call it that? Isn't he your brother figure?" Shameimaru asked, almost whining. She crossed her arms and placed her notebook and pen on the table. "What do you think this is for? It's for him, in case you'd forgotten. It's going to be my masterpiece, I do believe."

"And I'm only here because you, Miss Wandering Hands, couldn't keep it in your stupid skirt." Reimu replied sharply, turning her head to glare at Shameimaru. "Off you go now, unless you want a needle to the face." Shameimaru didn't exactly look chastised, but she did seem at the very least slightly regretful about the exact reason that she was no longer allowed to be in my presence alone. "Well?"

"Fine." Shameimaru growled. "But when we meet next, we're going to be covering a lot more. And, since I'm clearly not getting anywhere right now, I'll be sure to get permission from Miss Kurodani. Then, we'll really get down to business." Within the blink of an eye, Shameimaru was at the door. "You should really consider being nicer to me, you know. It'll make things much easier for you." She told me, nodding once before disappearing. I waited three seconds, and she stomped back in. "Stupid - Notebook. Give..." She grumbled darkly, storming over to the table and grabbing her notebook, then turning and stomping back out. She was gone a mere second later. There was silence, and then Kuro the cat hissed at her retreating figure from her spot on Reimu's chest.

Idly, I fell backward, my head landing on Reimu's exposed navel. She'd been wearing that version of her vest that was soft and fluffy on the inside, and thus didn't work well with an undershirt. "Oof!" She groaned, her body flinching upward before relaxing. "Wow. Here I am, saving you from conversations with the world's worst journalist, and you repay me like this?" Idly, she reached down and flicked me in the forehead. "I should tell Yamame to punish you." I turned my head, which elicited a sort of groan from Reimu. "W-Wait, don't do that..." She gasped. Oh? Ticklish? "What? No, definitely not..."

I looked out of the door and saw the black speck that was Aya Shameimaru suddenly change course, heading in the direction of the village. Ah... "What?" Reimu asked, trying to look in the same direction but struggling slightly. "Oh." She groaned. "She's going to look for Yamame right now, isn't she?" I sighed and breathed out heavily. This, apparently, was enough to make Reimu twitch a little. "Okay, get off of me. I'll even admit that I am sensitive there if you do it right now."

Curious to see if she would, I pushed myself off of her navel and to the side, so now I was lying half on my side and half on my front, closer to Reimu's head. "Yeah, it's just...I feel things much stronger there. especially light presses. It's - Uh, a little embarrassing, so I'll still have to murder you and everyone you know if you tell anyone about it." Understood, I mumbled into the ground, as long as she started with my big sister. "Wait, but - Oh. Shut up." She vaguely slapped my back. I heard a meow, and then felt tiny feet walking onto my back. "Guess she's your problem now." Reimu mumbled. I would make myself Reimu's problem if she didn't get Kuro off of me at some point.