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The Bamboo Forest of the Lost should have been busy at this time of night, but the rain had kept most away, and the battle that had occurred here had kept out the rest. Eirin's footsteps made no sound. She walked between the bamboo, almost ethereally. She didn't need to ask Kaguya where she would find Mokou. The trail of blood led her in the right direction. The smell of smoke was enough to narrow it down, and the destroyed shoots, the scorched ground and the crackling of dying flames only made it clearer. There was a splatter of blood there, the remnants of someone being sliced open. And there, a pool from a steadily dripping wound. As she walked further, the damage got more intense, and she began to squint. After a moment, she saw her.

Fujiwara no Mokou stared at the night's sky, her mouth open and her body - what little remained of it - limp. She was on her back, and she didn't have a front. Her entire stomach was a bloody mess, with her shattered ribcage showing through. Her left leg was torn open, and Eirin already knew where the bone that had once been inside was. Half of Mokou's face was gone, leaving her skull exposed to the open air and the rain. Her hands were skeletal too, which Eirin attributed to Kaguya's electrical prowess. Despite the damage she had suffered, she was alive. Her chest rose and fell, and each time, a little more blood dripped out into the cavity of her stomach.

Eirin approached, dagger in hand. It would only ever be used for this purpose. Never by Kaguya. Only be her. She stood over Mokou's body and watched as another plume of smoke escaped from her, the fiery energy inside her still trying to keep going, even though it was too late for this body. Was this all there was? The Hourai Elixir was supposed to be her great achievement, besting death itself. Yet death never seemed far. Never coming close enough to free a Hourai Immortal, but close enough to tease them with the opportunity.

Fujiwara no Mokou's one remaining eye - the opposite eye to the one Kaguya had lost - flicked over to her. They made eye contact, which Eirin's cold, grey eyes returned. After a few moments, Mokou turned her gaze back up to the clouds.

Wasting no time, Eirin knelt, took the dagger in her hand, and plunged into Mokou's weakly beating heart. A faint gasp escaped the girl's lips as her body slackened. Then, with Eirin still holding onto her, she burst into flames.

Death was transient, but never quite all the way with a Hourai Immortal. It was the sensation of freedom, only for it to be cruelly snatched away. Eirin's eyes opened. She was stood over Mokou's intact body. After a moment, she stepped back and waited.

It only took Mokou a second or two longer to awake, and she breathed out harshly as she stood, her body still trembling from the exertion. "Are you well?" Eirin asked, her voice cutting through the silence.

Mokou turned her head to look at her, her face impassive. "Why does she smile like that?" She asked, her voice sounding slightly scratchy from its new lack of use. "While ripping me open. Why does she smile like she's in love?" Eirin didn't answer. It wasn't something she could answer, and it was something she could never understand about Kaguya Houraisan's relationship with Fujiwara no Mokou, even with another sixty-five million years on the planet. "You didn't have to burn too." She finally said, shoving her hands in her pockets.

"It's my duty." Eirin murmured, finding it difficult to keep eye contact. "Someone should be with you in your final moments."

"Is that right?" Mokou sounded listless. "What about the next ones? And the ones after that? How long, Eirin Yagokoro?" She sat down on a small rock nearby. "I want to die." She said plainly.

"The princess-"

"I don't care what she thinks. She'll never understand me like that." She looked up at Eirin. "I should have died over thirteen hundred years ago. Why can't you kill me?"

"The Hourai Elixir is-" Eirin tried again.

"Unbeatable. I know." Mokou's demeanour was starting to get to Eirin. "You've said." She never usually stuck around for the conversation afterwards. "Life is long. And all good things come to an end. So, what am I left with?"

"Mokou, you-"

"Nothing but you and Kaguya." Mokou whispered. "I want to die, Eirin. I don't want to come back anymore. Can you really say you've tried everything?"

Obviously she hadn't tried everything. She hadn't tried much at all, because her princess seemed perfectly content with immortality. "Of course not. But that doesn't mean it'll work." And yet, there was just something about Mokou. She could feel the exhaustion rolling off of her like a cold mist, sapping at her energy. A human being was not supposed to live this long. And what of her future? The brain could only keep working properly for so long. Would her princess want an immortal companion who was little more than a dementia-riddled fool?

>>43377345
She have every right to be depressed

>>43359045
please don't make me update to win 10 host-sama...

She got those tried eyes

the normteens ruined everything

>>34760200
existence

the teens ruined everythings

the teens ruined everything

if i commit suicide, can i live in gensokyo? i hate life on earth.

Gensokyo accepts even the saddest of people

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>>22205241
Yeah... funny how that works, huh?

>>22159617
How is Mokou the kindest, she smokes cigarettes...

>>22112379
She’s an immortal minding her own business and lost any fucks to give by like year 600, what the hell are you expecting?