/jp/ - Otaku Culture

I was starting to find myself perhaps a little impressed by Reimu Hakurei's ability to yell. It had been at least three minutes since she had evidently smacked straight through all the spider webs and crashed into the ground right in front of Yamame's house, but she was still yelling away like it was nothing. Her lungs were as impressive as her ability to fight youkai.

Speaking of, here I was, in a house with a youkai. Yamame had finally managed to extract herself from the corner that she had wound up in and had scooped up the ribbon that she had discarded and thrown on the floor just minutes earlier. I was still lying with my back on the floor, trying to get my breath together and hoping my shoulder would stop hurting. Even the peach couldn't seem to do much against the scars, and I still felt the same dull throbbing from them as I had before I had eaten the peach. I looked up at Yamame, who was trying to pull her hair back into a bun but seemed to be completely ignoring that her dress was threatening to slide down even further. I almost cursed my luck. People kept telling me it was divine, but I doubted they had ever been interrupted midway through kissing a pretty girl by a much scarier girl crash landing in front of their house. It didn't feel very divine. It mostly felt like aches, pains, and unfulfilled desires.

Yamame didn't look very pleased, either. Midway through messing with her hair, I began to hear a strong pounding against the door, interspaced with Reimu's shouting. The spider part of Yamame clearly still hadn't recovered, because at the first hit, she jumped and dropped the ribbon. "Oh, just-" She mumbled, sounding annoyed despite the fact that I could see her hands shaking slightly. Finally, she chose to storm out of the room, her hair bouncing with each step. I'd never noticed it was so voluminous before since it had always been tied up. I heard her reach the door and pull it open, and then I could easily hear Reimu's voice.

"You!" She was still shouting. I almost envied the lungs on that girl. I'd probably have torn my vocal cords apart by now if I'd shouted that much. "Your fucking spiders are digging up to the surface! Do you know how long it's going to take to get all of this fucking web off me?"

"I doubt it'll be as long as it will take me to help rebuild their webs, Hakurei." I heard Yamame say with the most measured voice I'd ever heard. "I'm sorry that you fell, but-"

"Fell? Oh, you think you're being cute!?" Reimu sounded positively murderous, and I staggered to my feet, wondering if I should go out and try to defuse the conversation. "That might as well have been a pitfall trap! I've already fallen through one of those, and I really didn't need another. You are so fucking lucky, you know. What if I'd just been a normal human? I'd have either fallen to my death or you'd have eaten me, wouldn't you?" I had fallen exactly as Reimu had said. Miss Tenshi's gift was the only reason I hadn't died. "I'm already too fucking hungover for this as it is. You think I want to be here? Look at all this bruising!" I could hear the sound of clothing shifting.

"Hakurei, it isn't my fault that you weren't looking where you were going. If you'd been more careful, maybe you wouldn't have fallen." Yamame sounded very calm, but even from the floor in her room, I could tell that she was far more annoyed than she was letting on. "Again, I'm sorry, but you-"

"Shut the fuck up." Reimu growled. "Don't try to pin this on me. Why the fuck are you disguising holes in the ground like that!?" I didn't like this. I liked Reimu and I liked Yamame, and it sounded like they were moments from coming to blows. I wasn't sure how this could get worse. "I was just-" Reimu's voice stopped. Yamame hadn't spoken, either. Suddenly, everything got worse. "Is someone else here?" Reimu slowly asked. "That - on the upper floor. That's not your clothing."

I was shirtless. I'd taken my top layers off on the second floor so Yamame could sketch me. And worse, I'd left them right where they could be seen from the entrance. "It's just material, Hakurei. I buy it. I am a seamstress, after all. Maybe if you didn't keep destroying the outfits of everyone you fight, I wouldn't need-" I could hear the way that Yamame's voice stopped. I was now right at the door, debating whether or not I should emerge. Cracking it open as little as I could, I peeked out, and immediately regretted everything that had led to this. "I...don't want...a fight." Yamame said, extremely slowly. Her arms were raised, and I could see that Reimu's gohei was almost touching her forehead. "I'm sorry that you fell. I'll-"