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"Remilia, I didn't sign this."
Her smile doesn't fade. "Whatever are you talking about? That's your signature right there." She points to it.
"Yeah, I want to know how you got it, too."
"I got it when you signed the paper."
Why does she always need to make things so difficult?
"I'm not going to accept this. I didn't sign it."
"You did!"
Right, that's it. Remilia didn't think to take the paper back from you after you read it, so, you hold it up in front of her, and tear it in half. That smug grin of hers disappears instantly. You can hear Meiling gasp, while even Sakuya looks shocked at your actions. You savour that image of Remilia looking confused, taken aback, shocked, and maybe even a little worried, as you continue to tear the paper into ever smaller pieces. Once confident that you can't possibly tear it any further apart, you bundle it into one hand, lift it up, and let it fall in front of Remilia's face. Her mouth opens and closes like a fish, unable to find the right words. Sakuya is the first to speak, stepping forward as she does so. Shit, she looks mad.
"You insolent little-" Whatever word came next is drowned out by her palm connecting with your face. That... wasn't a soft hit. Your cheek burns, and you can taste blood in your mouth. She raises her hand again, but before she can take another strike, Remilia grabs her by the wrist.
"Come now, Sakuya. We can't have you treating another employee so harshly." Remilia's defending you?
"But, Mistress! This salaud is-" This what?
"Is still entertaining. He shall continue to work here, and you will not hit him again lest I give you permission, is that clear?"
Sakuya has a difficult expression. After a few seconds, her arm drops down to her side, and Remilia lets it go.
"Yes, Mistress." The words are incredibly forced.
"Good. Now, then. I have matters to discuss with him, so could you bring him to my quarters after you have treated his wound?"
"Yes, Mistress." The same hollow reply.
"As for you..." Remilia turns to you with a stare cold enough to make you shiver, then suddenly begins to laugh. "It's nice to see you have a backbone after all!" She pats you on the shoulder, then makes her way back into the mansion. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Was she testing you or something? No, you're not going to give her that much credit.
"Meiling." Sakuya addresses the gate guard, who was passively watching the entire ordeal. "Get back to work."
She nods. "Yes, Sakuya!" An enthusiastic reply for such a boring duty. She moves back to the gate and proudly stands outside it, in a manner completely unlike how she's looked whenever you've come here.
"Come on, then." Sakuya's already walking through the mansion's doors. You rush in behind her; the large doors sliding shut behind you. You take note of the mansion's architecture as you follow her. The difference is immediately obvious. From outside, the large doors appeared to cover the size of an entire floor. From inside, they only reach about halfway to the ceiling. It doesn't match. There's also still the matter of that impossible ballroom.
"In here." Sakuya opens a door and motions you inside. You step through, trying to avoid her gaze.
This room appears to be something of a medical area. Along one side of the room is several beds, with curtains around them. The many cabinets around are filled with bottles of medication. There's actually a window on the far side of the room, though it's forced shut, with metal bars preventing any possible opening. Given where this room is, that window probably should not exist. There's also a few desks and chairs. It's like a hospital room, minus the sterile smell.
"Sit down." Sakuya pats one of the beds as she walks past, and begins to rummage through the room's cupboards. You sit down, and wait for her to find what she's looking for. You don't really have anything to say. Being alone with a woman who just slapped you doesn’t really stir conversation. Sakuya quickly finds the thing she was looking for, and stands up with something in her hand, glowing a faint blue.
"Put this against your cheek. It'll help the swelling." She opens her hand, revealing some sort of glowing ball.
"Hold on. What is this thing?"
"Crystallised magical energy. It's like ice, but it doesn't melt. Patchouli's invention."
You pick it up, and sure enough, it's cold. Pretty much an ice pack, then. You put it to your cheek, and wait. Awkwardly. Sakuya takes a chair and sits down, blowing into her hands.
"So, why did you come back?"
That question again. She doesn’t even look at you, like she doesn't expect an answer.
"I told you before. I don't have any other choice."
"That's a lie."
"Pardon?"
"Surely the Hakurei maiden would not leave her friend to die in the street? You lived at Kourindou before, too. This can't be your only option."
"That's..."
"So, what exactly do you mean when you say you have no other choice?" She stops warming her hands to look at you.
"I mean that I can't keep relying on them."
She raises an eyebrow. "Oh? Why is that?"
You sigh. "It's a long story."
"I have all the time in the world." She leans back in her chair, crossing her legs.
"Well... Where to start? I suppose I should say that I never knew my parents."
"An orphan?"
You shake your head. "Abandoned, but I was brought up in the orphanage. I never did get adopted, though. I've spent most of my life there. When I heard that Rinnosuke was looking for an assistant, I somehow ended up working for him. But… That wasn’t really work. So I ended up returning to the village and working at that restaurant."
"Sorry, could you try that explanation again?"
"I was a burden to them. At the orphanage I just did my studies, and had all my living provided. I didn't have that much freedom, but I had a life. I wanted to work. To repay them what I owed. That's why I tried to get a job. I mean, we need to, once we get old enough. But most people don’t really want to leave. I was trying hard to find a job. Rinnosuke came to the orphanage one day, asking if any of us job-seekers were interested in being his assistant. Nobody else was interested. His eccentricity doesn’t go down well with most people, I guess.”
“Very understandable.” She nods in affirmation. “You can’t think too well of a man who sets up a shop in a forest.”
“Right. Well, I accepted and went to work with him, but it was the same thing. He was never concerned about running a shop. He's a collector. The most I did was pick up orders for him. You couldn't call it work."
"So you considered yourself a burden to him?"
"Yeah. I went back to the village to get a proper job. I found a place to stay, and made my own way. Then you guys showed up and got the place closed down."
Sakuya looks off to the side. "Well, I wouldn't say we did it directly..."
"Anyway, that left me without a job or money to live with. And Remilia had offered me a roof, at least. I'm sure Reimu would have offered me a place to stay if Rinnosuke didn't take me in. But I wouldn't have earned it. I'd just be a burden to them. That's why I'm here."
She sighs. "I see. You are a fool."
You have nothing to say to that. She's probably right. Sakuya stands up.
"Well, if you desire to make yourself useful, then I hope you'll become much more efficient at your duties."
You didn't expect that response. "What, does that mean you're going to accept me now?"
"No. As you are, you're a burden." Way to crush my hopes, Sakuya. "But, if you learn to do your job well, I just might."
"I see." Leaving that ball on the bed, you walk over to her and extend your hand. "Then, I look forward to working with you."
She returns the gesture. "Same for y-COLD COLD COOOOLD!" And flinches as soon as she touches your hand. Now that you think of it, your hand went numb a while ago. That probably isn't good. Sakuya looks through the cupboards again, this time emerging with a red ball, quickly throwing it from hand to hand, then to you. You catch it, and feeling quickly returns to your numb hand, along with the pain of burning heat. You throw it back to her, and she throws it into the cupboard, with a loud crash. You both stand there in silence for a few seconds.
"Well then.” She clears her throat. “We've kept my Mistress waiting long enough. Shall we?" Before you can say anything, she's already out the door.
"Hey, wait up!" You laugh to yourself as you chase after her.
She's already going up the stairs by the time you get outside. You hurry over to her.
"How odd. That was hardly the most elegant display I've seen."
Sakuya turns her face away from you. "I was just caught off guard, is all."
"So even the perfect, elegant maid can be caught off guard? Who would have thought?" You're having more fun with this than you should be.
"Of course I can. I'm human, after all."
That’s a… strange response, for someone who seems to be at least one hundred years old. “Hey, hold on.”
You’re already onto the fourth floor by this point.
“Before we see Remilia, I need to ask you something.”
Sakuya stops and turns to you. “What is it?”
“Why don’t you want me here?” You’ve got to know. There has to be a reason she’s so opposed to your presence.
“You’re extra work.” She says this completely naturally.
“…Huh?”
“I need to train you, and look after you, and provide for you. You’re making more work for me. The sooner I can teach you to take care of this place, the better.”
“Hold on. You’re saying you’d rather take it easy?”
“Of course! I’m entitled to time off too, you know!” She seems just a little bit too adamant about that…
“That’s it? That’s your entire reasoning for why you don’t want me here?”
Probably realising how lazy this makes her sound, her face turns a little red.
“N-No! It’s not just that!”
“What else is it, then?”
“Well…” She speaks more seriously. “I can’t guarantee your safety.”
That wasn’t the answer you expected.
“My safety? Come on, now you’re going to tell me how dangerous this place is, too? What here actually poses a threat to-”
“HAYATEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE--!” Suddenly, a blue-haired fairy comes hurdling down the corridor in front of you, smashing into your stomach, and sending you flying back down the stairs. Then, not a second later, you find yourself landing softly. Sakuya’s arms are outstretched beneath you, saving you from a nasty fall. On the other side, Cirno is wrapped around your waist, tightly hugging you. It’s cold.
“Well, she does, for one.” Sakuya sets you down.
“Hayate, you jerk!” Cirno starts pounding on your chest. “Don’t just leave me alone again! You’re so thoughtless, just going away by yourself! Idiot! You’re a big idiot!” Her pounding slowly becomes weaker, until she stops. You stay like that for a while, unsure of what to say. Then, Sakuya taps Cirno on the shoulder. Cirno looks up at her, and suddenly jumps back, rubbing her face.
“I do believe you’re supposed to be working, fairy maid.”
Cirno continues to back away. “I… Ah…”
“And furthermore, seeing as you knew of Hayate’s return, I can only assume that you were slacking off and talking with Meiling again. I certainly did not tell you.” Suddenly, there’s a knife in her hand. Cirno moves further away, eyes darting between the top and bottom stairways.
“What are you waiting for!" Get back to work!” She throws the knife, and Cirno yelps as she flies down the stairs, narrowly escaping Sakuya’s blade. Where does she even keep those things?
“Now then.” She turns to you. “Consider what would have happened if I wasn’t here to catch you.”
“Ah, yeah. Point taken.”
“Come on, then. My Mistress will be getting impatient.” You want to ask about Cirno, but she’s right. You don’t want to piss of Remilia, so you follow after her.
Having not tumbled into the room in a daze this time, you’re able to get a better look at it than before. It’s like an entire mansion compressed into one room. Huge dressers, tables, chairs, couches, mats with extravagant patterns, chandeliers, candelabras, and so forth, with the room generally being a deep red. The far end of the room is entirely a window, with large red curtains pulled to the side. She must close the curtains during the day. In front of that, with steps and a red carpet leading up to it, is a seat entirely worthy of being called a throne; so much that there are jewels adorning the top and other parts appear to be made of solid gold. And sitting in that throne is the ever ostentatious Remilia, swirling a glass of what you hope must be wine in her hand, using the other to rest her head.
Sakuya walks towards her, bowing to her knees as she reaches the steps. “Mistress, I’ve brought him, as you requested.” As you walk up behind her, she whispers to you: “Bow, you crétin.”
You begin to lower yourself, before Remilia waves her hand. “Now, there’s no need for that. Please, take a seat.”
Sakuya stands up, and pulls out two chairs from one of the nearby tables. You sit down, now considerably below Remilia, and for once, she’s able to look down at you.
“Well, I suppose you’re wondering why I called you in here?”
You nod. “Not a clue, really.”
“This is about my sister. Flandre.”
“What about her.”
“To be frank, I’d like you to stay away from her.”
“What for? Even you’re not going to tell me she’s dangerous, are you?”
“That is exactly what for.” Oh, come on. “Flandre is my sister. And as my sister, she is a direct descendant of Dracula himself!” Remilia’s wings spread out as she declares this, but the impact is lost on you.
“Who?” Her jaw drops.
“You… You don’t know of Count Dracula?”
“Nope.” Her wings fold a little.
“Vlad Tepes?”
“No?” Further.
“Vlad III the Impaler!?”
“No idea.”
Remilia hangs her head in defeat, wings folding back in. “Well, I suppose it’s not too important, anyway. Look, the point is, she’s powerful. And Flandre isn’t quite… all there.”
“You’re saying she’s out of it?”
“More than that, really.”
“Insane, then.”
“That’s it. You might say she’s a bit batty, really.” To your side, Sakuya starts giggling.
“You’re the fifth person today to tell me that your little sister is nuts, you know.”
“Well, that’s more or less how it is.”
“I don’t get it. She asks for a dance and the entire room flees. What’s so bad about that? She seems fine to me. Well, a little strange, maybe, but even so.”
“Hayate, how many insane people have you met?”
You’d be one, you crazy little girl. “None, so far.”
“Then who are you to say that she’s fine?”
“I’m just… Saying that she doesn’t seem that bad.”
“Look, as my employee, your safety falls in my hands. I would rather you try to avoid her, if you could. You shouldn’t be seeing her again anyway, but if you do, I want you to call for Sakuya immediately. Do you understand?”
“Okay, fine, whatever. She still doesn’t seem that dangerous to me.”
“She is a vampire, and my sister, and a descendant of Count Dracula-”
“Still don’t know who that is.”
“-And could probably tear you in half with one hand, if she wanted to.”
“If.”
“Right.”
“What’s with this vampire phobia, anyway? Aren’t you lot just like any other youkai?”
Remilia stands at this, throwing her glass onto the floor, shattering it. “Any other youkai!?” She walks down towards you, wings outstretched. “Don’t you dare insult me like that! We are a class above the youkai in this land! Those vermin aren’t even worthy of kissing my feet!”
“You still lost to Reimu, though.” Wait, shit. You shouldn’t have said that. Before you can scramble out of your seat, Remilia floats into the air, grabbing you by your collar and lifting you with her, baring her fangs. You can barely breathe.
“The danmaku you people have here is just a game. If I had wanted to fight her, she would be dead. Do you understand?” You struggle to get a nod out. “Good.” She drops you on the ground. You gasp for air while she carries on.
“A vampire is many times more powerful than your youkai. We can move faster than you can see, have the strength of a hundred men, the intelligence of fifty magicians, and there is nothing, nothing, that can kill us. We are the most powerful beings to ever grace your beloved Gensokyo. Don’t you dare compare us to your everyday strongmen. The only reason we haven’t bent this place to our rule is because there’s just the two of us.” Her expression softens a little. “Oh, and that other girl.”
“Okay, okay, point taken. Sorry.” You’re sure the youkai you’ve met would disagree with her, but you’ll leave that to them to sort out. “If numbers are your only problem, why not just make more of you, then?”
Remilia pauses for a few seconds to consider this, then begins to smile. She hoists you up off the ground, and throws you into your seat, pinning you down and straddling you. “Oh? Is that an offer, Hayate?”
“Mistress, what are you doing!?” Sakuya speaks up, but doesn’t get a reply. Remilia folds her wings around you, leaving you only able to see her.
“You know… You’re quite attractive right now, Hayate.” You can feel her breath on your face. “It would be a shame to see such good looks spoil over time.” Her head moves down, towards your neck. You can’t move yourself at all. Shit, she really is strong. “You see, vampires don’t age. I would hate to see such a promising young man wither and die, like the rest of your pathetic species.”
“Ever the flatterer. You might need to work on your technique, th-gah-!” You’re interrupted by the feeling of her lips wrapping around your neck; her soft tongue wetting it with saliva. She brings her head back.
“What do you say, Hayate? Eternal youth. Superhuman ability. Immortality. This can all be yours. Just say the word, and I can make you one of us. It’s that easy. Just say the word.”
What the hell is she trying to do? The offer is a tempting one, sure, but…
[ ] Accept
[ ] Refuse
Now this’ll be a little different. The vote is a simple yes/no situation, but I want you to give your reasoning behind your answer. Whatever reasoning is fine, but I want to hear it. Copying someone else is fine, of course. This’ll be going towards shaping Hayate’s character, somewhat.