/jp/ - Otaku Culture

hey, not writeanon here! Since the guy is on vacation and I don't want to have blueballs forever, I decided to write a mini SPIN-OFF of his fic.

The bad(?) ending anons are thirsting so much for!

I call it: 'This shit will not look good at the Pearly Gates'
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It's not like I'm racist, I have... some... youkai friends. I just don't like mixing. C'mon, that's not a bad thing; it's just common sense.

Huffing, I kick the thought away the same way I do to the rock on my path, walking through the Human Village with the goal of being home for dinner. Today's not my day, the cumulative stress of training; Yukari determined to mess with my head, and a devil in red lurking in every corner, all clumped together to shit on my head like it's funny. I kick the rock once more, sulking. Why couldn't have I been born normal? The thought is an old one, yet always present in the back of my mind.

At least Dad's food should better my mood to a degree, can always trust Dad for that. I see my home as the horizon decides to swallow the sun and mindlessly open the door, unaware and unfocused. If Mother was here, she'd say something like: 'Always be on your guard, idiot.'

It seems I don't know her that well.

Mother, rather, stared at me as if I was a walking slur. She sat at the table like she owned it, Dad across her all shrunk, wincing at each and every crack of the wind or the floorboards. My throat was dry and my eyes bulged, confused, heart rate like Marisa's mini-hakkero: going from one to a hundred in a matter of a moment. Rage, boiling rage, took control like a parasite; "What are you--"

"Shut the fuck up and sit down, Hana." Mother uttered, index finger pointing to the third and empty chair, voice firm and eyes staring through me. Her command was like molten lava on my skin, and I was about to make my thoughts VERY clear, but a whimper from Dad froze me. Then I saw Mother's gohei on the table.

Not only that but two dirty plates and cutlery were on the side. He fed her...

The sheer rage made me want to cry. So much effort to get away, to release ourselves and seek freedom of thought, of love, of life...

... And she just...

Shaking, I take the seat, the floorboards cracking as I move the chair to Dad's side, taking his hand on mine and squeezing as if trying to draw blood; I don't know if my grasp hurt him, and I was too focused on Mother to notice it. She has this long-winded gaze as if staring at something a thousand yards away, and whatever she's looking at, she hates how far it is from her.

Reimu spoke first, "Do you hate your mother, Hana?"

That is the first thing she asks...? I expected anything, berating and the like, but this...

"Yes, I hate you." I firmly stated, and her face just turned even more sour.

"No, you do not, idiot. Your mind was twisted by retards of this village, by the lies of the kappa -- did I not teach you how to separate truth from lies, or are you just stupid?! -- I dedicated my life to take care of you and raise you, I made sacrifices you can't even fathom; no one else would've loved you as I did--"

Dad was shaking. Don't cry, don't cry...

"Stop lying! You know that means nothing, you treated us like trash, like guaranteed dolls you could poke and throw at the wall all you want and we'd just come back crawling to you! That's not how things work, you moron--"

"Watch your tongue, young lady!" With speed I could not follow, her gohei hit my shoulder and almost threw me off the chair. I was hit by Danmaku before, by Marisa's Master Spark... Even so, this is the first time I felt like crying with the raw pain. Dad's eyes bulged and he helped me keep my balance, "You're talking to your mother, I deserve respect!"

"Reimu, please... I-It's not her fault! Hana's just stressed. Let's talk about this without hurting each other, please?"

... No. It's pain. But it is also good pain. I look at her with an evil shine on my face. Every single action of hers just pushes us away even more. When we lock eyes, I make sure to grin just a bit: 'Do your worst', my eyes said. 'Nothing you do will bring us to your side.'

I know that whatever would follow, wouldn't be good, yet I defied her anyway because I'd rather go down and be struck by a thousand Danmaku blasts than to bow down to this monster willingly... But then I saw Mother's eyes go dark, like something, a self-imposed restraint, maybe, had just been torn apart. Her mouth was like a line painted on her face, and I could see her muscles tensing.

She taught me that day to never defy her again.