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Well, if she's offering... Might as well stick around, no? It's not like you've got anywhere else you need to be right now, after all. Plus, sitting here in her office with her is surprisingly relaxing, compared to whatever unpredictable shenanigans you'd get involved in the moment you stepped outside. You really should be feeling more awkward about being around Patchouli today, but... No regrets, right? If anything, you've become closer as friends after all that's happened between you two. Disregarding the thought of whether or not you would, should, or would be allowed to do the same for her in the unlikely event that a similar situation should present itself in the future, you decide to shrug off all your worries and dig in - whatever it is that she's gone through the trouble of preparing for you, you're not about to be ungrateful.
Of course, your eagerness is stunted a little bit as you open the box, laying eyes on the... Well, what is that, exactly? These over here look like strange little cuboid-shape things, their surface powdery and slightly hard, yet a little squishy to the touch; in this compartment, a rather strangely colored soup-like fluid with unidentified floating objects in it; and this... You can't even describe whatever it's meant to be. The smell of it all, it's... Well, it's not -bad-, but it's unlike anything you've ever smelled before, your nose feeling utterly confused over these alien sensations. You're about to ask her what all this is exactly meant to be, before you notice her eyes fixated on you in an unblinking stare, the rest of her face concealed by the book in her hands. Why she suddenly raised it from the desk, you don't know; at a slow, unconcerned pace, her eyes shift downwards back to the book yet again.
"Hey. Don't you eat during lunch break..?"
"No." Lifting her gaze yet again, she catches sight of the concerned look on your face, before mildly rolling her eyes at you.
"I am also not human. Remember? I can survive longer between meals than you." And yet, this coming from such an unhealthy person, it somehow feels utterly absurd...
Well, screw it, you're digging in anyway, whether the driving force is hunger, gratitude, obligation, or something else entirely. The thrill of the unknown? While you're not exactly the most adventurous person when it comes to food-...
You know, that's quite enough mental monologue for now, it's only making you hungrier.
*Chomp.*
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This isn't half bad, really. It tastes just like it smells - strange and alien to you. While you still can't figure out what the somewhat sticky thing you're chewing on is actually meant to be, it's unmistakably food, not at all unpleasant-tasting. Not something you'd eat on a regular basis, either, but mostly due to the weirdness factor. Ah, but an awkward silence has set in, the only noise in the room being the sound of you chewing this or drinking that, whatever this and that are.
"Say, uh..."
"Yes?" A startlingly immediate response.
"Well. I've been feeling particularly... energetic, today." She raises her eyes yet again, peering at you over her book.
"I was wondering - is there any sort of training I could do at home before bed today? It'd be a shame to let this feeling go to waste, after all." No reason not to get work done when you're feeling this productive, right? She merely looks at you for a long while, her stare preventing you from taking another bite of food as if you were paralyzed; those eyes of hers can have that effect at times.
"That depends on whether or not you truly wish for additional training."
"What do you mean?"
"Well. What you have right now, is not power. The ability to destroy, or even the ability to create... These are not power. Abilities without knowledge on how to use them are not power. Knowledge is power. To gain more power, you must gain more knowledge - knowledge on how the multiverse itself functions, knowledge of the building blocks of reality. Knowledge of things not originally meant for human minds. Do you understand where I am headed with this?"
"...Kind of, I think."
"No, you do not. If you truly wish to consider further training, think on it properly before the weekend. Power is not something to be taken lightly, especially by a young human such as yourself. Your life has already been thrown into chaos by your arrival here without any preparation or warning; do you wish to throw away what little remains of your potential for anything resembling a 'normal' youth?" She puts a strange stress on the word 'normal', all the more jarring due to her not being human at all.
"If you wish me to teach you how to seize your potential power without fully understanding what it is you wield, I will not assist you any further. You will have to ask me again, in a proper manner, showing me that you understand what you ask of me." She pauses for a moment.
"If you feel that you must put your surplus energy to productive use, you should consult that book you borrowed from me. Have it speak to you. Perhaps, through meditating on the messages within, you may come to understand your true goals and desires more closely."
"Y-yes. I'll do that."
Om nom nom nom...
"Oh, speaking of, uh, what we just spoke about... I kind of got to use what I learned in a practical situation the very next day - this Monday, after school, actually."
There's a brief pause, and she blinks once, calmly closing the book with a bookmark between its pages, and setting it down on the desk before fixing her stare on you yet again.
"...Is that so? I was not aware of this." Squinting her eyes and furrowing her brows a little, she continues, arms crossed over her chest.
"...Why was I not informed of this?"
"W-well... I never got around to it, and you were still pretty out of it up until this morning, so..."
"Regardless, you should have informed me by any means... What happened?"
"Well, I got into a duel with Rumia, and-..."
"A duel? You are not ready for dueling yet. Do you have no sense of your own limits at all? And you got into a duel with a youkai, as well? So soon? You are not only a stubborn fool, you are reckless." She stands up and walks over to you in an instant, gripping you by the shoulder with a strength you would never have expected from her, and turning you to face her, an unusually expressive look of anger on her face.
"I do not tolerate recklessness. While I loathe repeating myself, I will say this once again: If you do not do exactly as I say, then I will no longer assist you. Do you understand? I will not have you get yourself killed in some sort of reckless, idiotic stunt. "You gulp and nod. Why is she being so harsh all of a sudden? Even the tone of her voice seems upset and agitated, wh-... Huh. Normally it doesn't do that. Normally she'd just drone on monotonously as usual. Hm.
...either way, she's fucking scary right now.
"Sorry, sorry! But it's alright, right? I won. I promise I won't get into something like that again until you say I'm competent enough, alright?" Despite her murderous expression, you get some sort of bizarre satisfaction out of seeing such emotion on her face for a change. It lasts a moment longer, before fading back into the stoic, emotionless look you're so used to by now, the fire in her eyes dying as they revert back to those cold, deep purple pools.
"Good." She sits on the edge of her desk, seemingly having calmed down; the awkward silence returns to the room, as your thoughts linger on her sudden outburst just now, when you suddenly notice her reaching into your lunchbox, pulling out one of those little square things that you actually found rather tasty, once you got used to the texture. Then, she holds it in front of your mouth.
"Eat. You need your nutrition." What makes this even sillier is that she sounds neither seductive (which you can't even begin to imagine) nor teasing, but absolutely serious. She really expects you to-... Well, why the hell not. Not like it means anything, and if it makes her happy after that scene just now? Sure, you'll put up with it. You open your mouth obediently, yet she plops it in before you can even part your lips far enough; for a brief moment, you taste something other than the food. As she retracts her hand, she looks at the mild glint of saliva on her fingertips with a general lack of concern, before pulling out a scarlet handkerchief and drying it up. Let's try not to think too hard about that, now shall we?
"...Tell me more, then."
You chew and swallow, before continuing; yeah, talking ought to calm you both down a bit.
"Well. Rumia tried to kill me again. Twice. The last time she wasn't even out for food anymore. And, somehow... I managed to beat her. Uh..." You pull out the philosopher's stone that's been dangling by the chain around your neck since it was given to you.
"...This probably helped more than I could possibly realize. Thanks, again. I had to, uh... draw from it, for my second card, and-..."
"You cast two spellcards in a row?" She seems... surprised? That's something you don't see or hear often at all.
"...Continue."
"Yes, well... After that, she somehow got the idea in her head that we're now friendly rivals. Or something like siblings. Or whatever the hell she thinks we are, I don't know or care anymore... At least she doesn't seem to be trying to kill me anymore. Granted, that was part of the agreement we made before the duel."
"Well. Technically, she would not have been able to kill you after the duel anyway. The rules prohibit this." Say what!"
"Say what!" You mean she was bluffing the whole time?"
"Mmm... Not exactly. If she had gotten you to believe that this was allowed, and to agree to such terms, your life would have been forfeit - the terms agreed upon before a duel override any supplementary rules. A rather clever manipulation of a loophole in the spell duel rule system, I must say." She calls it clever, when you were about to let a monster eat you because she tricked you... That Rumia girl is sharper than she looks, in a sinister way.
"...And now she's living in my room, for some obscure reason."
Patchouli frowns darkly at this revelation, but quickly regains her composure.
"Yes, well. Many youkai do not have 'homes' in the sense you and I would think of. Some wilder ones prefer to live in nature, sleep under the stars... Even some humanoid ones, such as Rumia. I find it utterly perplexing that she would impose herself upon you in such a manner, though. Do you wish for me to get rid of her?" Again, she sounds deadly serious.
"Er... While I appreciate the offer, that won't be necessary." She offers a mild nod in response, peering at you strangely for a moment in a manner that makes you feel awfully uncomfortable.
"Um... What?"
"...And yet you do unnecessary things to help me, too, disregarding my personal wishes. If you will not be more careful, then I may end up doing the same for you, some day." If you didn't know it to be impossible, you'd swear you saw a hint of a smirk there, and heard something vaguely resembling an almost silent snicker. Did she just try to make a joke?
Awesome.
"Alright, alright, I get the message... I won't go running headfirst into the next pack of wild youkai I see, psychic powers blazing. Deal?"
"I would appreciate it," she responds with another nod, before grabbing the stone hanging from the chain around your neck; as her fingers touch the surface, you can see thin streams of light penetrating into the dark core of the stone from her fingertips, in a bright spiral, building up until the stone hums to life with a faint glow yet again, fading to a point where it wouldn't shine through your clothes once she removes her hand.
"...You've got to teach me how to do that, some day."
"You do not yet possess the mental focus required to transfer energy at an efficient rate. You would collapse from the drain before filling up even a fifth of the stone." You frown mildly in response to her lack of confidence in you, but shrug it off immediately. She did just tell you not to overestimate your abilities, assuming you're not interested in a dramatically shortened lifespan. Realizing you forgot something, you resume eating what's left of your lunch.
"This is good, by the way. Thank you. You've saved me from a painful death of starvation."
"You underestimate the human body's ability to survive without food. I merely did not want your health to suffer because of your reckless expeditions to help me." And yet, despite your best intentions and reckless expeditions, she didn't even take any of her medicines yet... Argh. Well. At least she looks healthy enough already; earlier, when she grabbed your shoulder and turned you, that felt like the grip of a healthy human woman, at the very least. Are magician youkai supposed to be physically stronger than humans, too?
"I am glad that you find it to be edible, though." Hm, not one for compliments, is she?
"What is this, anyway?"
Dear lord, you shouldn't have asked. Some three minutes later, she finally finishes explaining just what that space-food you just ate was. Contrary to what you had pondered, there was nothing magical or particularly witchy about it - it was mostly just the most nutritional meal you could ever possibly imagine, condensed into something that can fit into a box that small in an efficient manner. Seriously, if it came in a tube, you'd imagine astronauts eating this sort of thing. To her credit, she -had- tried to add some flavor to it, and to give it the appearance of something meant to be eaten. Overall, not a bad result at all, though you'd definitely prefer Sakuya's cooking over this.
"Also, I have to say... It's nice to see you back in school." It felt wrong without her, somehow, despite her classes being among the most boring ordeals you've ever been subjected to in your short lifetime. Guess you never know what you have until you lose it? No, wait, that doesn't work for this situation... It must be more of some sense of a bond of friendship, or something like that, initially born out of the holy-shit-I-broke-my-teacher guilt, and the realization that Patchouli Knowledge has been the most supportive, helpful person towards you during your entire stay here, despite having no obligations whatsoever to help you. Why? Who knows... But you're glad for it, and incredibly grateful. And you'd probably do (and, arguably, have already done) anything possible to help her if she ever gets in trouble, too. Is this what the Japanese call 'nakama'? Or was that something else? You can't quite remember right now.
She merely blinks at you a few times, as if you had said something odd or meaningless.
"I suppose I am glad to have brightened your day with my presence, then." You just smile in response.
"Oh. By the way." You finish your lunch and put the box aside for the moment.
"Flandre was with me yesterday, when we went to Eientei."
"...Oh?" Suspicion enters her voice for a brief moment.
"Judging by your safe return, I take it there were no incidents."
"Well, the-... well, no, not really." You're not about to tell her about Flandre snapping Mokou's wrist, or the part with that-thing-you-will-never-mention-again. Because the former seemed to not be such a big deal after all, and the latter never happened. Right? Right.
"It went pretty well. She even seemed to make a new friend. Do you know a girl named Mokou?"
"I have heard of her from Remilia, although I have never met her in person. Which is incredibly... frustrating..." She narrows her eyes to the point where they become thin slits, her mouth a perfectly straight horizontal line again, gradually widening.
"...since, as you may remember, I said I do not tolerate absentees in my lessons. Dedication and determination are virtues I intend to instill in each and every one of my students. Unfortunately, I have been far too busy, or... otherwise preoccupied..." You feel a strange mix of guilt and embarassment, unsure what exactly she could be talking about.
"...to confront her about this in person."
"Well. Flandre and I were going to meet up at Keine's house after school today, to think up a plan on how to get Kaguya and Mokou to come to school. Say - do you, ah, do you think you could come with us? I'm sure your input would be incredibly valuable to us."
A disinterested scowl flashing across her face, she slowly heads back to her seat, taking the book into her hands yet again.
"...Possibly. I will consider it."
"Great! Thanks again... I really owe you for everything you've done."
"Actually, I believe the debt is presently still mine to repay." You swear the silly woman almost smiled again, there.
...
Before you could protest, she shooed you out of her office, and you headed back to the auditorium just in time not to be late for the last lesson, which went by as uneventfully as all the others. Now, at the end of the school day, everyone is headed up to the club rooms... and you find yourself torn. Curse your inexplicable innate ability to make friends with freaking everyone! Due to various wacky hijinx over the last few days, you've ended up neglecting the book club that you yourself helped start. No, that's not right... It's more that you've been neglecting Flandre's interests in her free time. And then there's Cirno, who's seeing all this and becoming more and more defensive of the vampire girl. That can't be good for your relationship with her, now can it? On the other hand, a promise is a promise, and you fully intend to teach Mystia how to play a guitar; at least the basics, so she can continue training herself independently. What to do, what to do...
Ah. But of course.
"Hey, Flan, Cirno." You barge into the book club room, greeted with the sight of a meekly smiling Flandre and a somewhat annoyed looking Cirno, sitting next to each other on the floor and examining a book, the title of which is written in some complex kanji you can't make out from this distance.
"I've got some business at the music club, but..!" You squeeze out the 'but' just before Cirno furrows her brows and gets ready to tell you off for being such a douchebag, and continue:
"...But I was wondering if you two would like to come with me. I'm teaching someone to play the guitar, so... Hey, Flan, you ever seen an electric guitar up close?" She shakes her head vigorously, suddenly seeming awfully excited, and even Cirno's scowl fades, giving way to a look of childlike wide-eyed curiosity.
"I didn't know you could play something like that... I wanna hear it! What do you think, Chilly?" Chilly?
"Mmph... Sure. I guess it sounds kinna interestin'." Her speech still childishly slurred as always, the icy fairy's shield of disdain melts away before your proposal. Sure enough, you lead them to the music club room, some awful noise that desperately wants to sound like someone playing a guitar audible from a distance already. As the three of you enter, you catch sight of the Prismriver trio sitting around a table, drinking tea and eating some sorts of biscuits or something, chatting about some superficial and obviously non-club-related matters. The light music club room is not a place to be drinking tea so casually! Well, as long as they're not paying any attention to you...
"No, no, no, not like that." You walk over to Mystia, who seems to be presently engaged in brutally mangling your guitar, and gently take it from her, all the while feeling glad that Rumia isn't around today - getting Rumia and Flandre to get along and make up is one trial of guts you'd rather leave for next week at the earliest. Meanwhile, Cirno runs up to Mystia and tackles her into a tight hug right as she notices the three of you.
"Mysty!"
"Cirno! Ah, what are you doing here today? Don't you have your own club to be with..?"
"Naw... We decided to come visit today. This here is Flan-Flan - she's nice, and really smart! And she's also the boss of the club I'm in. Oh, and..." Her voice takes on a tone more fitting for speaking of a rodent or other form of pest.
"This here's... Whassisname... Jin? I guess he's a member too. And he's Flan-Flan's friend; Flan-Flan has poor taste." She says this, completely disregarding that Flandre considers her a friend, too... Ah well.
"Okay, let me remind you what I showed you last time, you seem to have mixed it all up in your head..." Mystia complies with a polite smile and bow, muttering some mild apologies to go with it; she really seems like a much nicer girl, when she's outside of Rumia's influence. Or maybe it's just because of your mutual interest in music? Ah, who knows.
"First-..." Hm. You glance at the ice fairy and vampire girl standing beside you, both staring at you with wide eyes, as if in anticipation, as you stand there with the guitar in your arms. With a soft sigh, you make sure it's tuned properly and whatnot, and... And what? Looking back into Flandre's expectant eyes, she looks like you're about to walk on water or something, tiny mouth slightly open, hands fidgeting among one another, big red eyes following your every slightest move...
...
Hm. You ought to play her something that'll leave an impression. Hoping you're not too rusty, you think back on your personal repertoire, and choose...
[] (Insert song name here.)