/jp/ - Otaku Culture

"The Shrine Maiden's daughter would never side with that gap bitch!" And yet, Sagume thought to herself as she spotted a flash of purple hair followed by a second flash of blonde hair through a window, in some things, the Lunarians and the lunar rabbits were exactly the same. "It's a trick! She's just using her to free her father, then she'll-"

"Oh, come off it, sister! Hana's a whole bundle of mental problems and that gap bitch took full advantage of it! She's already calling her 'Mama', and it won't be long..." The voices trailed off as the pair disappeared past the window. Sagume watched the empty space for a moment before shaking her head. No one seemed to hate the filthy earthlings more than Watatsuki no Yorihime and Watatsuki no Toyohime, and yet no one seemed quite as engrossed as they did either.

It was quite a sight. And it was beginning to affect Sagume's thoughts. Twice, she had caught herself idly wondering what drama was unfolding on that blue planet. What was the crow tengu doing? Had the schoolteacher's friend apologized yet? Had the magician and the martial artist ever emerged from the building again?

No, it could not go on. She needed distraction. She needed a break from the omnipresent conversation. She needed a nice dream.

Accessing the Dream World was a strange affair. It was slightly metaphysical in a way that Sagume suspected only Eirin Yagokoro herself might have been able to truly explain, but after Sagume's negotiations with the ruling entity here several years prior, she had finally picked up the knack for it and could cross the boundaries that divided one realm from another easily. The Dream World itself was conceptual.

Things didn't exist, until they did. They existed, until they didn't. The world was flat, and it was concave and it was spherical all at the same time, but eventually, Sagume's mind began to take control and guide her toward the dwellings of the entity known as Doremy Sweet, the Ruler of Dreams. Doremy Sweet could take on many forms, and could exist in many places, but today, she existed in a strange castle, built as if by the fractured patterns of shattered glass, with wings extending in every direction seemingly at random. Regardless, the logic of the dream world pulled her through and guided her to the one lit window at the very top of the castle. Finding a balcony to land on, Sagume strode in.

And there was Doremy Sweet. The Ruler of Dreams was usually smug. She knew everything about everyone, and she loved having that information. She was always composed and always knew what to say next. The Doremy Sweet that Sagume saw as she entered the room was not this. She was half collapsed at a table, a large bottle of sake clutched in her weak hand, the sake cup having fallen to the floor long ago. The room itself made little sense, but she spotted the Journal of Dreams, Doremy Sweet's book that chronicled the dreams of every living thing, thrown underneath the table. Her curiosity piqued, Sagume stepped forward, then crouched and retried the book, which she placed on the table in front of Doremy, who's listless eye flickered to her for a moment. "Doremy." Sagume murmured. "What happened to you?"

"Sag'me...?" Doremy slurred, her face pressed against the table still. "Place is a mess... Should've told me you were coming..."

"This is an unimportant visit." Sagume replied, then paled and slapped a hand over her mouth. Too late. Already, she could feel the twisting coils of fate laughing, cackling in the back of her mind as they took her words and twisted them, flipping them on their head and reversing their meaning until all that was left was a very purposeful visit.