/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Satori Komeiji's head rested on her closed fist, one eye squeezed shut while the other stared at us sharply. Her third eye floated beside her, just as focused. In her free hand was a spoon, which she dipped into what looked to be a reddish sort of soup, and raised to her mouth. "Well, now. Here's a curious surprise." She murmured, watching us just as intently. "Orin, do please temper your desire to see him in your cart. It is a trifle distracting, and a macabre thought during breakfast to say the least." Orin's mouth curled into a slight frown. "Well? Must you stand there and stare? Come over here." Satori didn't seem to barter any arguments. "Arguments? I do not, because I am not in the mood for them. A small amount of sleep makes for an unpleasant morning." Sighing, Yamame and I stepped closer, to the other side of the table. "No, not there. Sit down." Satori muttered, her gaze focusing on me. I wondered if she was checking for- "Anger, yes. Grudge, annoyance, etcetera, etcetera. No, you silly human, I'm not your enemy. Much as I never was. You came to me for help initially, did you not?"

I...Had, but even so- "Even so, I unlocked your memories, and that was heinous, and I should be punished." She waved a hand in the air. "And so on and so forth. Sit down." Yamame looked over at me, and I shrugged, then finally pulled out a seat in the middle of the table. Yamame took the one next to me. "There. It's not so hard, is it? My, my, your mind is just whirling. So many thoughts about what I could do to you, and not one of them accurate." I opted not to reply. "No, I would not harm you in my own home, much as I wouldn't harm you in yours. I am aware, thank you very much, that you feel great displeasure toward my actions. I do not need to hear you repeat it in your mind for the duration of this conversation." She paused for a moment. "Orin, would you mind - No, I suppose that would be redundant. Orin, go and fetch two more bowls for our guests. And do not attempt to poison any of them."

"Lady Satori asks that I-" Orin muttered under her breath.

"No, Orin, I am not asking. I am telling you that you are being disrespectful to our guests. Not just the human you despise so much, but his beloved. Yes, you silly little kasha, you are disrespecting Yamame Kurodani in my presence." Orin straightened up, panic flashing through her eyes. Walking very quickly now, she hurried through one of the doors behind Satori. "She'll be fine." Satori replied to the question I hadn't formulated yet. "She's just disappointed that I won't let her do what she wants to you." Begrudgingly, I- "Yes, yes, you're welcome."

"Huh? Why are you sitting so far away? Oh, are you scared of Big Sis?" I gritted my teeth and hoped that Satori wouldn't drag any other memories out of me.

"Memories? Must you always act this way when we meet?" Satori huffed, then took in another spoonful of her soup. "Now, I can see the turmoil in your mind, so I'll cut to the point. You are, I suppose, interrupting my breakfast." She thought for a moment. "Alas, if Koishi wishes for us to be friends, then I shall invite you to my breakfast table." A moment later, Orin emerged from that side door behind Satori, pushing a small trolley on which sat two more bowls of soup, as well as multiple small bowls of fruit. "Ah. There you are, Orin. Do you see how much simpler things can go when you spend less time thinking up elaborate assassination plans?" Satori watched as Orin set a bowl by Yamame and another by me - But slightly further away - before placing the fruit where everyone could easily reach it. Food dispensed, Orin immediately turned to leave, her nose in the air and her ears pricked up. "Thank you, Orin." Satori called to the departing kasha, a slight smile on her face. "She has not poisoned your food, in case you were wondering." The thought had crossed my mind. "She did think about it, though." Wonderful, I mumbled. "Please eat. You are hungry. You are, too, Yamame."
"Um, yes, I suppose so..." Yamame muttered, finally picking up a spoon. "Thank you for your hospitality, Lady Satori."

"Wait, why didn't I get anything? I'm taking that apple!" I reached for some fruit from the bowl but blinked when I found that the apple I'd been going for was gone. I surreptitiously glanced over at Yamame, wondering if she'd stolen it, but she didn't seem to have. What...?

Satori was focused on Yamame. "All the praise I've put on you, and you still refer to me as 'Lady Satori.' Yamame Kurodani, I am requesting that you refer to me by my given name only." She took another sip of her soup, as her third eye squinted slightly more. "Raise your hand, please." Yamame dutifully did so, revealing the ring. "Ah. I wondered what had driven you to my home today. Yes, a wedding. Ah, a proposal as the sun rose over the Hakurei Shrine. Romantic."