/jp/ - Otaku Culture

In the end, I did not feel much better physically than I had beforehand, though it did seem to do a lot for my mental state. Yamame was all smiles, so at least that was good. Pulling at least my trousers on, I quickly came to the decision that I needed food, and before Yamame could drag me off for another round, I made my escape from her workshop down to the ground floor of her home. Thankfully, the drop wasn't too far if you were prepared for it, so I landed just fine, and was soon in the kitchen. Yamame hadn't been lying about her meat consumption, and I began chopping some ingredients and strips of beef to recreate that meat bowl that I had once made her. It was a thankfully simple process that I could complete without thinking, and before I knew it, I was finished. Yamame was waiting in one of her chairs when I stepped out of the kitchen holding two bowls, and she was on her feet and grabbing one from me the second she saw me. "Sit." She commanded me, and once I had, she took the opportunity to sit on my lap. Again, she had pulled her shorts on, but hadn't managed to bother with much else. She took a bite of the food and sighed happily. "I forgot how good you are at this." I ate some of my own, shrugging. I'd picked it up somewhere, I guessed.

There was something I needed to talk to Yamame about, and I had a feeling she wouldn't like it. I needed to talk to her about Reimu. "Ugh, do you have to?" I did, because it was important to me. "Look, I'll let it go when she lets it go. But if she can't even be bothered to apologise properly, what do you expect me to do?" I sighed deeply. It was difficult, but I needed to get Reimu to try. "Why do you care so much?" Yamame asked me curiously. I looked off into the distance for a moment. Reimu was about the closest thing I had to family at this point. She'd protected me and I'd taken care of her, so she was, as far as I was concerned, my big sister, just as Yamame was Nai's big sister. "I...didn't know you felt about her like that." It had taken a while to get to that realisation, I said, and I had just never had a proper time to say it before now. It was important to me that Yamame and Reimu could get along. "I - Look, I'll try my best. But she has to try too, or it's just going to cause more pain." I'd talk to her, I promised. There had to be a way to get them to find common ground. Maybe alcohol was the answer. It solved many other problems in life, so perhaps this was one that it could solve, too.

It was something I'd have to think about, I decided.

For now, I finished what I wanted from my portion of food and let Yamame have the rest, which she cleaned off in minutes. Then, I went back into the kitchen and drank as much water as I could. When I entered the room again, Yamame had stretched out on the couch. "No sign of your dear sister today, though." She said to me, and I stared for a moment. Slowly, I asked just what Yamame had told Reimu when she had last been here. "...Nothing." She told me in the voice of someone who had said something, if not many things. I stared at her. "Maybe something." I stared a little longer. "Maybe - Okay, fine. I...may have insinuated...that you were performing like a work horse. I didn't say what I meant!" I could already see the connections that Reimu had made, and things made a lot more sense in that light. Not that it made things much better. It was starting to seem like no wonder why Reimu hadn't shown up for the last two days, and I felt kind of bad about it. "I didn't know that you two considered each other family at the time!" Yamame didn't look like she felt...overly bad, but I told her to just be slightly more careful about that sort of thing in the future. It'd taken a lot of weirdness to sort out my relationship with Reimu and I didn't really want anything to complicate it again. "Right. Um, sorry. I shouldn't have said it." I squeezed her hand and told her that Reimu would be fine. If she wasn't, I'd have to go and find her myself.

After lazing around for a little longer, Yamame dragged me back to the workshop and forced me to try on even more clothes. Some were okay. Some bore far too much of Lady Hecatia's touch. Some were clearly better suited for girls.

I was almost relieved when she suggested going to bed.

I was less relieved when I realised that I would not be getting much sleep.

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