/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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I'm bedridden right now and can't write
shitposting, though...

I wasn't hungry. "Eat it." I shook my head. "You're pissing me off. Do you need me to hit you?" I raised an eyebrow and said that it couldn't possibly hurt me any more than I'd already been hurt. "For fuck's sake - Tenshi, your turn. I'll take Reimu." Marisa huffed and stomped around to my other side, where Reimu sat with crossed arms. "Eat. It."
"Don't want it." Reimu's voice was maybe just slightly smug about saying it. "Stop wasting my food." I almost laughed. "And you're not going to eat it yourself. You don't have the stomach for that much food."
"You are going to eat this." My attention was brought back to in front of me, where Miss Tenshi was now taking her turn to shove a bowl of rice under my nose. I tried reminding her that I wasn't ill like Reimu. "I don't care. A celestial deigned to make you this food. Are you really going to spur my efforts to take care of you?" My mouth shut abruptly. It was a good point. On my side, I could hear Marisa threatening to never cook a meal at the Shrine again, and to prevent anyone else from doing so. That, it seemed, had shut Reimu up. Perhaps that was related to Miss Tenshi's words about me starving in a day if Reimu had to take care of me.
Begrudgingly, I took the bowl from Miss Tenshi and began eating. I wouldn't pretend it was the greatest bowl of rice I'd ever eaten, but it was warm and it was filling, so it wasn't the worst. Reimu didn't seem to hold out any longer than me and was soon scarfing down her food. She'd finished before I'd even got halfway through mine. "There. You've got to be the most difficult patient I've ever seen. Times like this, I wish Eientei was still an option. At least I could ignore you then." Marisa was grumbling while I finished my food. "Even Kourin's not this bad." I looked down at my bowl quietly. So much seemed to have happened in the last two days that I'd almost forgotten about Eientei. About Fujiwara no Mokou and the Hourai Elixir. Doctor Yagokoro and her experiments.
"Hey, don't stop." Miss Tenshi said to me. "Eat all of it." She looked at me sharply. "Unless you want me to feed it to you." I froze, a clump of rice halfway to my mouth. Slowly, I finished the bite and shook my head. "Good!" She said, hopping to her feet.
It was a sunny morning and I was sat with Reimu on the veranda, trying to absorb as much sunlight as possible. Marisa and Miss Tenshi had arrived early that morning, each with their own harebrained ideas on how to take care of us, and had taken to their joint role as carers rather quickly. It was quite impressive, because according to Reimu, Tenshi was generally 'kind of unbearable'. I had remarked that I'd had little trouble talking to her, which Reimu had told me was probably my amazing luck. After a proper night's sleep, I'd felt far healthier than I had in a long time. When I mentioned it to Miss Tenshi, she had said "It's probably because I'm here." which seemed a little egotistical but for all I knew, being in the presence of a celestial, even an ex-celestial, might have some positive effects by itself.
Reimu was still very weak, but had progressed to being able to stand by herself, though walking was still a little much. I wondered if I would have to carry her everywhere she went, now. She'd - after a lot of arguing - managed to convince Aunn to let her actually get dressed, and so she was now wearing her full Shrine Maiden outfit, which had gone a long way to making her feel normal again. When I looked at her, sitting on the veranda's porch and drinking tea, I imagined that this must be how she spent most of her days when she wasn't ill. But then I'd spot the tremor in her arm as she lifted the tea to her mouth, or the slightly woozy way she turned her head. I didn't know exactly what Yamame had hit her with, but it was clearly doing a number on her and taking its time to clear her system.
Thinking about Yamame Kurodani made me feel uneasy. I was having an awful time trying to reconcile the girl who had offered to make me clothes and had asked me to help treat her injuries after being hit by Reimu's gohei with the knowledge that she was a youkai, which meant that she killed and ate human beings. Human beings who might have had families. Loved ones who would never know what happened to them. I would have to talk to her before long, but for now, I was content to leave that particular bridge unburnt.
My head had finally cleared up, though I doubted my mind was finished rebuilding itself. Each day, I remembered something different. Some extra room that I didn't remember before. A dress in my house's living room that I hadn't been able to identify. Spices in the kitchen that I couldn't remember buying but had somehow never found the time to throw away. The memories were confusing at times, but I did feel better for having them, despite what I'd had to go through to uncover them.