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>>45640327
yuuka has her job cut out for her, damn

Yuuka across the room stares at me with what I can only describe as death, holding her closed parasol's pointy end against the floor, body tense as a bow and just as ready to shoot. I squirm a bit in place—it's been decades, and I've bested her in combat many times, yet she's still so threatening…—a bunch of Alice's dolls staring at us with either curiosity, dread, or desire to cuddle with my scarf. Cute…

Nothing surprises me more than the evil spirit, Mima. She broke out of the hokora right beneath my nose—when did that happen?—ouch! She's also a terrible medic.

"Don't give me that stare, brat. If humans like you would just, uh… make biological sense…Things would be easier—there!" She 'steps' back, glancing over her work. The bleeding has stopped, the wounds stitched—barely—though the pain is piercing and something feels really off. Ugh… I hate going to Eientei, but it doesn't seem like I have a choice now. "Yes, this shall work."

"Done, I see." Yuuka gets up, and the world trembles as she steps close, the two women towering over me—sat on the couch—Gensokyo's Flower Master looking at me with despise, not even displaying her faux smile. Plain hate. I bear it quietly. "Now…" Mima crosses her arms, the dolls already having fled with Yuuka's ominous energy saturating the air like sulfur. "You're nothing to Hana but a dirty stain that simply won't go away, a plant refusing to have its parasitic roots cut. She hates you. Knowing all that, why are you here, Reimu?"

Words hurt. A lot…

But I didn't start following this path expecting the world to feel pity for me, for people to be easy-going. "I want to make things right. Defeat Yukari for what she has done to my ex-husband and my daughter; give them back their lives…" My voice carries a certainty and firmness that pisses Yuuka off even more, and she was about to say something if I hadn't continued, eyes iron, right-hand clutching my scarf draped in blood. "Then leave those lives, if they desire as such."

Mima frowns, and Yuuka lifts a brow: "Liar. You won’t leave her be; you pursued her when she left you, I was told."

"Yes… Before I got help, that was the person I was." I felt cold inside, the sins and nightmares that plague my nights surfacing in the form of a thousand puncturing knives. I felt each one, yet kept my composure. "I pursued Hana, tried to manipulate her into coming back to the shrine, failed, and hurt her deeply." Yuuka's eyes narrow, and the pressure almost crushes me to the ground. I do not bulge. "And I regret everything."

"Your feelings change nothing." Yuuka spits.

" They do not."

"That present does, then?"

"No, it does not."

"Then wh—"

"To give her the choice!" I let out, taking a moment to calm myself down. A choice that doesn’t go unnoticed. "… I won't come to the birthday party. I don't want to exert the pressure of my presence on Hana nor destroy her happy day with people that seem to care a lot about her—" a slight smile rises on my face. It's impossible to hide how happy I feel Hana has found people that care so thoroughly for her. "—so that present is the only way I can tell her that I… love her. I truly do… To make her understand that I think about her every day and would want to repair what I alone broke. If she doesn't want it and chooses to destroy it, throw it away—I beg of you… do not stop her. Let her burn it, rip it apart. Whatever she does to it is something she never had before: a choice." I finish, my throat burning.

Silence follows, and it feels deafening. Mima closes her eyes, thinking, mouth a thin line. Yuuka looks extremely conflicted and taken aback, though not an ounce less intense, eyes on mine trying to rip my flesh open and analyze my brain for even the tiniest lies.

"… What's your goal? What do you even gain from it?!"

Calmly, I get up and, with eyes calm and true, stare Yuuka Kazami face-to-face. "I'll free my family. Anon and Hana will be unbound from me and Yukari to seek love—" there's a light red hue on Yuuka's face for a moment. I ignore it. "—and to be loved freely. Hurt, but capable of healing… To make them happy, I'll do anything." I don't dodge her stare, holding onto it, baring it all, forcing the mighty Flower Master to bitterly accept: there is no lie.

The silence stretches…

… Yuuka softly huffs, holstering her parasol over her shoulder and stepping back. "You speak the truth, Reimu… Make it count, then."

My smile turns tired. "It's my only chance. I won't let it go to waste." I watch Yuuka pacing towards the front door, head low. "… Thank you for taking care of Hana."

She side-glances me. A spark of conflict, then: "You aren’t the only one who has sinned." And so she leaves.

With a lengthy sigh, I fall sat on the couch, breathing hard even with the overwhelming pressure dispersing—though a wide, satisfied grin takes over my face. To know Hana has not only people caring for her, but people as powerful as the once-considered fourth sage of Gensokyo?

Makes me all giddy inside~

Ah, crud.
It should have been sega/sage/soge but that doesn't work in here.
Sorry for messing it up, my dear.

>>13766513
*talking to you
Sorry, I'm a bit of a mess today.