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I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Junko hadn't splattered Goro all over the garden path, dropped him into lava somewhere, or worse. Not that I doubted his ability to befuddle women into sparing him the axe by using the subtle, yet boring art of 'just talking it out', but a sliver of worry had still lingered in my mind.

Immediately thereafter I was overcome with a low, seething rage seeing the Grudge god sitting so close to him on a park bench that it took all my restraint not to flip the thing and send their faces into the dirt.

"What do you think you're doing shitty god?" I asked, fists on my side.

To my astonishment, her placid expression turned to surprise as did Goro's who got off the park bench and approached me.

"Seija..." He said, looking me up and down.

"Well what da ya think? Am I good or what?" Hectia asked aloud, proud of herself.

She had put me in some flowerily patterned formalwear she had collecting dust in the back of her closet. I don't usually enjoy garments like this, restricting movement irks me after all, but this particular dress seemed to flow freely around me.

For a moment Goro stared at me like he was about to ask something, but closed his eyes and seemingly thought better of it. Instead, he pulled me into his chest and gently kissed my head.

'You idiot, not here.' I thought, although this snug feeling wouldn't let me say it aloud.

"Ooh! Huge success!" Clownpiece clapped.

Ah shut up you gremlin and let me enjoy this little victory. At least until...

As if on cue, the familiar feeling of static filled the air and a gap opened to our side, but nothing came out.

"Looks like your ride is here." Hectia waved. "Bon voyage! Good luck with your rebellious youth!"

"You're just letting us go?" I asked, unsurprised, but still curious.

Hectia shrugged. "It's too much trouble getting involved with surface affairs, things are confusing enough as it is. Ah, but don't expect Junko or little Piece here to feel the same."

"Remember Goro, you can dye your hair black, but it'll still be blonde." Junko commented.

"Wait, he's blonde too? Liar!" Clownpiece laughed.

"Well, best be on our way before we're called worse." Goro said, pulling him and myself into the gap.

On the other side it wasn't the clear blue sky of Gensokyo I saw, but what seemed to be a massive painting with childish imitations of stars and a moon painted with crayon. Before us laid a tired looking woman atop a variety of colorful plush pillows and a strange, familiar looking, one-winged woman standing in front of what looked to be a chalk board.