/jp/ - Otaku Culture

"Sakuya~look, look at me!" Flandre hurried out of the Gap, approaching a puzzled maid—lasted a moment before a small smile took over—before spinning, her eyes closed in pure juvenile joy, the pristine white dress raising and the red tabard with an imprint of a white moon on it swaying gently. The always perfect and elegant Izayoi clapped.

"The uniform looks adorable on you, Young Mistress."

Flan delighted in the compliment before turning to me, a soft smile as I left the Gap; Ran three steps behind me—tense, trying to hide it, but it's impossible to truly hide the first signs of a yearly estrus—Chen on her side. "Kari, could Sakuya have a uniform too?"

"I fear she's already in a uniform, dear Flan." Ah, the Scarlet Devil Mansion. Quaint little place, but tasteful. Ran shows no expression, and Chen appears too afraid to go exploring, spine straight as bamboo—good—; Sakuya stares at me and bows, which I reciprocate. "Or maybe she'd indeed like a Yakumo uniform? Hm… no—at this rate, poor Remi will be jealous~" The maid is cunning enough not to take the bait. Sad, but oh well. "Is everything ready?"

"The Scarlet Devil Mansion doesn't break promises." And so she starts to guide us. Ran maintains herself close, though Flandre has whisked Chen away with her, intending to show her 'bedroom and all of her cool toys~'—Ran tenses, but hides it well.

But that's none the matter.

The day is coming.

Outside these claustrophobic red walls, the first breath of winter is being taken. Snow falls timidly, and the veil of aurora shall shine brighter than ever tonight. Against my predictions—with Ran's ways—Reimu survived the Fall and seems prepared to do the same for Winter, meaning that, before following Spring—and after I deal with my many problems—the Hakurei Shrine Experience will have concluded its purpose…

… Still…

Ran behind me hums, calling my attention. She noticed. Sakuya noticed too. Swallowing the deep thoughts and bringing forth an easy smile, I composedly say, "Don't fret, my dear Shikigami." I look forward, Sakuya placing both hands on a double door, my smile naturally growing. "Simply mulling over pesky problems."

The doors open, and a multitude of eyes are on me.

The room itself has no windows; the decor and interior design are just like the rest of the mansion: refined and pleasingly complex. Centering it is a rectangular table filled to the brim with cuisines and fancy cutlery, the sweet red sauce of life tingling my nose—as it does to many others'—bathing the warm delicacies.

Seiga stared in contentment, swinging her legs back and forth, that foul zombie standing behind her, eyes dead and still as a rock. Yachie had her eyes shut, playing with a crystal glass filled with red, balancing the frail thing on the tip of her tail—not a single drop fell—and behind her stood the amusing monkey, eying the food with barely concealed desire. Konngara had her arms crossed and eyes closed, deep in meditation, opening one to look at me. Kasen was in a similar position, yet refused to look at me, which made me giggle a little.

Sitting on one end of the table, Remilia stared at me, chin supported on top of her intertwined hands. I blinked, and Sakuya was behind her, a perfect backdrop to the Lady of the Night.

I waltzed in, analyzing each one of my main servants—gently caressing Kasen's chin as I passed by her, who tensed like a rod—before taking my place opposing Remilia. "My~such a beautiful haul; of people and of food~" The silence was easily shattered, Remi giggling and Yachie putting down the glass of red.

"My house provides only the best, and I see you do too," the child-look-alike said, spinning the liquid in her glass with trained movements. "However, seeing your enemies, only the best goes from a simple luxury to a necessity." I raise an eyebrow at the words. "Sakuya and Patchouli were kind enough to find out precisely who opposes you in this crusade—I wouldn't let my sister play in your war without information, would I?"

"You're such a sweetheart, Remi," Seiga butts in, giggling. "Even though your heart doesn't beat."

"… Huh?" Son Biten mutters, louder than she expected. Yachie groans.

"A vampire's heart doesn't beat, Monkey." Konngara explains, the closest to her. She laughs, embarrassed.

"That's but myth, but I digress." She puts her glass down, one word away from pouting. "Flandre playing is okay, but I, of course, have a couple of demands." As expected. I wonder if she questioned why I asked for her residence as a meeting place~ "Flandre is not to go alone. Me and the rest of my house will be there to aid in battle against the likes of Kanako and Yuuka Kazami, but also to pull back if things seem too dire." Ran behind me quietly whispers Chen's name. "And, my second—and last—demand: you're either going to kill Okina or making her ultimately promise to never, ever approach my little sister again."

I hide my evil grin. Well, Okina's loli complex did my job for me~ "All reasonable. I accept."

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Guess you can say she’s a bit of a lunatic in this case? Either way Yukari looks like she’s going to have some fun with this poor/lucky guy.