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"Will the sky really clear? It's still so cloudy." I asked Okina, as he pushed my wheelchair along the path.
"Of course it will, are you doubting a deity of constellation's ability to predict the stars?" Okina mused.
"Aren't the stars and weather two different things?" I asked innocently.
"Who knows? Perhaps I'm the god of both?" He chuckled.
Small talk like this put me at ease. Okina was frequently busy with this or that, having to answer prayers for all his aspects, put schemes into motion, and managing the state of Gensokyo as a sage(although I can't say I saw him do anything like that), so moments like this where we could just chat normally were few and far between.
"Here we are." He said as we arrived at the cliff overlooking Gensokyo. "And there." Okina continued snapping his fingers.
A backdoor appeared below me, sollowing the wheelchair and closing, leaving me to fall onto the grass with a yelp. A little peeved, I got up best I could on my rear, maneuvering my useless legs around. "That was awfully cruel of you." I said.
"Fitting wouldn't you say? But what comes next might be more so..." He said, squatting besides me, his hand resting on his chin. "...I'm going to let the wolves eat you!"
To punctuate the statement, the sound of a wolves howl echoed along the hill, followed by it's compatriots who answered in kind.
"That's a strange way of being romantic." I told him.
"But I'm not being romantic?" He said, putting a finger on my nose. "You've been a real nuisance lately, 'rehabilitating' the image of a disability god by healing enfeeblement's is too paradoxical don't you think? That, and your drunken behavior at that party has caused some worshipers to think I've gone soft! So, I got to thinking, what if I had the disability aspect of my being killed and eaten? Maybe they'd think I'd overcome disability itself and I'd be rid of a troublesome Wife like you who embarrasses her Husband, two birds, one stone right?" He explained.
I looked at him and blinked. "Even in poor tastes, this jest isn't funny at all." Okina slapped me across the face. The spot stung at first, before the radiating feeling of pain took it's place.
"This isn't a joke, nor am I being romantic, this is where it ends for us. Unless you perhaps manage to flee? I'll not chase you though, it'd ruin the sport."
I looked at the evil god, his smirk, and sighed. Working my arm behind my robe, I made to untie the knot that held it together. It was always so much of a pain to undo it by myself, but it was necessary for what was to come.
"Disrobing? What, so you can throw my old clothes about to throw the pack off your scent? I'm a little intrigued." He said.
"I don't want them to get dirty and make work for Satono or Mai, bloodstains don't come out easily, just as hard to remove as what else might come."
"Oh? And what else do you think could happen?" Okina asked.
"I'll get assaulted by a different kind of wolf."
Okina face scrunched up in annoyance and he rubbed the bridge of his nose, buying time to think about what to say next. "Oh, to Hells with it." he remarked, before lunging on to me, intent on making laundry duty that much harder for his servants.

Now we both laid on the grassy cliff, naked together, our clothes making an impromptu blanket against the night cold. The sky was still cloudy.
"You hit me." I told him.
"I did."
"I don't like it when you do that."
"I know."
When Okina spoke, he usually made long proclamations about his power, unknowable intentions, and other nonsense like that. 'A requirement of being a god' he'd say, although for all that talking, it seemed like he was saying a lot less then he was right now.
"Are you frustrated?"
"No."
"Have you been having a hard time?"
"I haven't."
I put my hand on his shoulder and pulled myself up so that my head rested comfortably against his neck. My golden hair tickled against his face and he snorted slightly. "Liar." I told him.
Neither of us spoke for a time and the air was filled with the sound of insects or the occasionally night sparrow, nary a wolf in sight.
"If it's tough, you can talk to me. You do realize that Wives are required to listen to their Husbands troubles right?" I told him.
Okina pulled our clothing over my bare back and laid his arm around it, securing me like a babe to his chest. I felt his body rise and fall a few times before he spoke. "Seeing you so comfortable in my old shell, doing things I didn't think to, and so... unresentful of myself gives me pause." he explained "Then I see you get along with others and the times where I leave you on your own, I wonder if I shouldn't keep you on a tighter leash."
"I suppose the least you could do after giving me this body is fret over myself." I mused. "Say, it's still cloudy, are you sure the stars will come out?"
"They will." Okina told me.