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>>45669959 (part 3)
Aya took a deep breath and thought for a while. This was the rough part. “I need you to listen to me very carefully. You can’t fly straight to Alice’s house: Yukari will sense it as soon as you start floating. We’re going to travel through the Land of the Backdoor together so that she can’t escape until it’s too late.”

Reimu sighed. “Aya, I told you-”

“I need you to understand! You will NOT fly straight to Alice’s house. We’re going through the backdoors, okay?” The tengu was tense. She had to get this right.

The miko began directing her full attention to Aya. “Fine, through the backdoor. I’m still not going.”

Aya’s breath hitched as she pulled out her notepad. She then navigated back to the first picture of Yukari at the party. The tengu gulped, both to swallow her nervousness and the bile slowly rising in her throat. “If you think you’ve hurt Hana, you don’t know half of what Yukari’s said.”

A prickly aura exuded from Reimu. Self-pity, loathing and defeat had run their course. Aya’s annoyances had far overstayed their welcome. “You’re free to leave at any time!” Reimu got up from the table and turned her back to the reporter.

“No, you need to look at these pictures and tell me that Hana doesn’t need her mother!” Aya stood up, flipping through the notepad for the worst of the conversations.

“That’s enough! If you want speculate on what Yukari’s doing, write it in your newspaper instead! Then I’ll decide if your shitty story is worth listening to!” Reimu stomped over to the veranda and threw open the doors, letting in the cold, biting wind. “Now get out!”

Pushing down her every reservation, the tengu began dictating her notes. “Alice, confronting Yukari: ‘Calling yourself her “Mama”?!’”

The miko reached for the gohei in her pocket, but refrained, balling her fingers into fists. “I thought you finally cared, but you never changed! You’re still nothing but a fucking rumormonger!”

Aya kept reading, determined. “Mima, to Yukari: ‘You are not welcome here.’ Aunn tries to attack Yukari, but she’s being held back!”

The wind blew stronger, whistling through the living room and extinguishing the candles. Reimu advanced on Aya. “That’s it, you’re out of here!”

The tengu spread her wings and flew to the ceiling, letting the wind carrying her away from the red-white pursuer. “Yukari, while holding Hana from behind and sniffing her hair: ‘Look at this, Hana-chan. It seems they don’t approve of our relationship!’”

Reimu flew straight towards Aya, the latter barely avoiding her with a twirl and twist in the air. “SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!”

“Sanae, asking with tears in her eyes: ‘Hana, did she touch you inappropriately?!’”

…

“Yukari, still h-holding Hana: ‘Hana t-tastes so —‘ kcah!” The tengu choked as she tried to finish the quote. “’Hana tastes so sw-sweeeeet. You ought to try—‘”

Reimu caught Aya’s wrist before she could finish. There was rage in her eyes. A look far worse than what the tengu saw when Reimu caught her near the HSE. Death itself manifested in her irises. The gohei in her robes glowed without her touching it. With her other hand, Reimu cupped her own jaw from below before speaking.

“Take me to my daughter before I rip open your back. Now.”

Good luck, Reimuanon! Happy New Years!