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Junko 1/2

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It was rare for beings such as them to meet, but Junko had come to her in the land of the backdoors, and Okina could not refuse. Luckily, her douji were already preparing tea for their get-together with Cirno and Nazrin, as well as Junko’s fairy. She didn’t have to guess why Junko had come; the fairy gossip network worked both ways, it was just the nature of having a fairy subordinate.

At the very least she had kept Cirno in the dark about Eienti’s involvement, it would be a disaster if Junko decided to wage war against the princess of the moon. Of course there were always other things to worry about, Cirno has no definite information, but the fairy rumor mill had been mentioning the underground more often as of late. If only those foolish Youkai would stay in their hole.

“So you, too, have heard of the commotion recently,” Okina stated as she brought the tea to her lips, the ambient lighting of the backdoor world providing her a proper backdrop.

The hermit goddess opposite nodded slightly but showed no other expression as she held her teacup in her hand. “Yes, clownpiece informed me of the recent goings on with the Hakurei shrine maiden and her family.” Even a god as strong as Okina could feel the pressure in the air as she spoke, she suspected Junko cared little for the man himself, but the shrine maiden and her daughter… “She said that you were the one I should talk to.”

Although Okina did appreciate the offer, both the goddess and her allies were far too unstable and prone to extreme measures. If Gensokyo was to remain, then this goddess could not be allowed to take a leading role. On the other hand, Junko could not be refused. Closing her eyes and thinking of the right words, Okina spoke, “I have the situation as it is handled. A careful hand is required to combat Yukari lest she does something to harm Reimu’s family, but Reimu herself still presents an issue. I can neither exert control over nor eliminate her easily.”

The goddess of pure hatred nodded along to her words. “I would be pleased to help with her. My past experience has shown that sometimes children like her require a firm hand.” Junko said earnestly, smiling as her aura of killing intent intensified.

Okina could only nod to a statement of intent like that. Hopefully, this next request would prevent her from killing the feral miko. “By the way.” she said, attempting to diffuse the goddess’ anger, “I do have something for her,” She said, reaching into a backdoor.

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Over at the children’s corner of the backdoor, the two Douji, mouse, and fairies had been exchanging pleasantries and sweets while their masters talked.

“Hey, piece!” Cirno exclaimed, stuffing a cookie into her mouth as she did so. “I thought your mom had blue hair?” She asked in between crumbs flying out of her mouth.

“Mom?” Clownpiece asked. “Do you mean Miss Junko?” Clownpiece asked, confused as she reached for more grape juice.

“Yeah, didn’t she have three heads?” Cirno said, gesticulating with a teacup in one hand. “Aren’t you thinking of hec-”

“More sake!” Chisazu demanded, interrupting the fairies from her full-body cast hospital chair. “No more sake for you.” One of the weird humans whom Okina kept around said, “It’d be irresponsible if we let our patient succumb to liver failure,” said the other. Both of them were dressed as nurses with short skirts for some reason. “Don’t worry, you’ll be up in no time!” They announced simultaneously.

Nazrin giggled from her seat at the children’s table in between Cirno and Clownpiece. She had been forced to wear the same ridiculous outfits as the douji whose names she couldn’t remember, but at least she wasn’t in the line of fire.

“Well I hope Reimu likes my get well package, I wonder how Okina will get it to her?” Cirno asked nobody in particular.

If you're ever feeling down, always remember that Junko loves you!

If you're ever feeling down, alwaysays remember that Junko loves you!

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What would exercising with Junko be like?