Disclaimer: Touhou belongs to Zun, and the only things that belong to myself would be Usagi the mimic, and Moegi the japanese beetle. Everything else belongs to their rightful owner.

A/N: Ahh, yes... That is actually a very good question, my reviewer.

Y/N: Why your chest is so small?

A/N: Ye- What?! No!

Y/N: Why you are updating so sparingly of late?

A/N: N- Well, yes, that is a good question, but that's not the correct question.

Y/N: Wh-

A/N: Enough, Yukari... They asked why I put my A/N's at the top of the page.

Y/N: Ohh, that's easy. You're lazy!

A/N: I don't want to hear that from you of all people, Miss I-sleep-through-the-winter-just-because-it's-cold!

Y/N: Well, it is...

A/N: Quit pouting at me, it's not going to make me view you any better.

Y/N: Heck, you sleep 10-12 hours a day these days!

A/N: I never said I wasn't a hypocrite. I like the comfort that sleep brings. Sometimes I get to be happy...

Y/N: So, ignoring that bit of depressing truth, what was the answer to the question?

A/N: Well, I have it at the top of the page so that I know how long it is! Quite the simple reason, really. That, and I might forget to talk to my subjects otherwise. I would hate to forget to do an A/N!

Y/N: And you don't want to have to keep fixing it as it goes down the page due to how FF works.

A/N: Indeed. Anyways, how about we get on with the show?

Today is the day we do it; today is the day we do something quite foolish, most likely... Today we are using this ability to hide ourselves from humans. It's been ten years since we were last home, and by home I mean our original home. The parents that gave birth to us, instead of the one that allowed us to be reborn as satori. With our second mother gone, we gradually began to feel more and more awkward staying out on our own. Why stay out when we could live among what we once were? Worst case scenario, we get run out of town. It's not as if we've actually done anything, so I seriously doubt more would be done. Of couse, there is always the chance that more will be done, but again, I trust those we once lived among to not do as such.

We easily made our way past the gated wall of the village, as we looked perfectly normal. At worst we looked like travelers who were making our way through a village. At best, we would be recognized immediately and guided to our parents. In the end, neither of these things happened and we instead wandered about aimlessly in hopes of being found by someone - anyone - who knew us.

Eventually we ran into one of our parents themselves, and they were quite speechless to see us. It was Father, but... somehow I felt distant from him. It was as if something was done to my mind to make me not see him as a parent anymore. Another of the changes from becoming a satori, perhaps. Regardless, he was quite surprised to see us. He made this quite apparent by way of throwing his arms around the two of us and openly weeping. Apparently he had thought us dead, which was a rather expected circumstance. We simply assured him that we weren't dead, and he led us home.

Home... this place, it... it just doesn't feel like home anymore. At least the difficulty of hiding my eye from a massive number of people is over, and instead I now can focus on talking without needing to hold on for dear life. Koishi seems to be doing better. Well, she had been, as we certainly are no longer having the issues of before. Now we simply have to worry about passing for... ourselves. Of course, the first query was as to why we hadn't aged a day since we went missing. Of course, we had no particular answer to such a question, and instead simply lied. We said we didn't know why we weren't aging, but it had been like that ever since we were kidnapped. Of course, it left a bad taste in both of our mouths to lie about such a thing, but it wasn't as if we could really do anything about it.

Now that we were 'home' we were reintroduced to our first mother. She wasn't quite as spoken about things, but she too threw her arms around the two of us. She seemed overjoyed to see us again. Said that she had thought we were dead and gone far more bluntly than Papa did. She too asked us the obvious question of why we both looked twelve and fourteen respectively, and once more we told that same lie. It left that same horrible taste in our mouths, but there was little we could do about it. We were trying to live in the village once more, and we needed a place to stay.

The years went by rather slowly at this point, and we slowly watched our parents wither away before us. At first it was a few grey hairs, but by the end every last hair on their heads were grey. Try as they might, they simply couldn't find suitors for either of us. Every would-be husband seemed afraid of us. They seemed that way because they were. They were afraid of how we were un-aging. They feared us for little reason, really, but they feared us none the less. And so this continued as it always had.

One day while tending the fields, Papa simply collapsed. He died from the sun on that day. It was a strangely numb feeling the both of us felt. We had to force ourselves to cry for first Mama's sake. Like the love bird that she was, first Mama soon joined him, leaving the two of us alone in our simple home. With no husbands, we were forced to hunt for ourself once more, and gained money from the skins. We decided to learn how to cure hides, and used the skill we acquired in this to build up quite the store of furs. They were very warm, and helped us through the winters.

Once more the years rolled on by like nothing, and we soon found that we had outlived anyone and everyone that we had ever known. Well, that we had ever known at the start of our lives. The ones who feared us were all that remained. The thoughts were becoming restless to the point that they eventually started to become angry with us. The fact that our fingers had become long and blade-like hardly helped us look less fearsome, and in fact was a good portion of why we were feared. Not because we killed and skinned deer with our bare hands, obviously. As such, we began to work on selling the furs we collected over the years, and gained plenty of money with which to start anew.

However, it wasn't meant to be. After the last of the furs were sold, days later we heard the cries of angry mobs outside our humble home. The thoughts within their heads demanded blood. We gathered the last of our furs, and all of the money, and we fled. They of course gave chace, and we eventually we were chaced to a cave we had never entered before.

We ran deeper and deeper into the seemingly endless cavern, and we eventually found something that surprised and amazed us. We found a massive ancient city inhabited by oni. To think that oni were real... We were surprised to find this out, obviously. We were so very surprised. They were surprisingly friendly, too. The leader of them, Yuugi, saw strait through our little illusion that tricked her brethren and was surprisingly okay with things. Apparently all the oni had headed underground after they grew sick of the tricks the humans would regularly pull. Of course, there were some that stayed behind on the surface, but the vast majority came down.

We lived among the oni for years, but Koishi never recovered from the betrayal of the humans. Eventually she went so far as to somehow close her eye - an act which I thought impossible - and suddenly was gone. I openly weeped to myself for a short time, and eventually found the cat that Koishi had been keeping had followed us down here. We had obviously left her to fend for herself for years, and yet here she was. Where as our once fellow men fell to old age, Orin was just as young as when we first began to take care of her. It had been some thirty years, so it was far from strange that I was speechless at the happening. If only she had arrived sooner, maybe Koishi would still be here.

Eventually, as the years went on, I found that the evil spirits were adverse to being around me. They didn't want their minds read so badly that they would hole themselves up in the depths of hell. Due to this, I was eventually dubbed the queen of hell or some such title. I hardly cared, really. All that I cared about was that this title allowed me to stay in the nicest building around. The Palace of Earth Spirits, Chireiden. It was a sprawling mansion of solid stone, with great big doors on the front.

To help fill the void that Koishi left behind, I began to collect pets of all types from the underground and beyond. I never left, but I had Orin to help me gather pets. She eventually grew to an adequate age to become a youkai, or some such thing. I never was sure how youkai animals worked. After all, normally animals die of old age. Perhaps staying around we satori was enough to lengthen the life? Regardless, she became my right hand woman, and together we cared for the animals. Of course, behind closed doors I treated her like any of the other animals, and simply gave her cratches behind the ears, under the chin, and on her belly. She always did love those things.

Eventually, I met a particularly large raven in the most unexpected of places. You would expect such a creature to be outside the confines of a cave, but it was within the fires of hell itself! Needless to say I was surprised, and called it to me. Surprisingly, this was enough, and the raven that could brave the fires of hell itself landed before me, and tilted its head at me curiously. I smiled at it, and named the beast on the spot. Reiuji Utsuho, I named her. A fitting enough name, or so I thought.

Even more surprising still, she followed me home, and allowed me to care for her. She trusted me blindly to the point that it was slightly ridiculous, honestly. Who hops after a random little pinkette who says the word food...? Not that I minded, as it gained me my very most favorite pet of all, Okuu, but still.

After this point, nothing happened for about two hundred years.

Thinking a moment, one member of my audience asked, "And then... Okuu started acting up, and gained the power of that dead god, right?"

Smiling, I nodded at the question. "That's right."

Letting out a thoughtful hum, the other half of my audience asked, "And after that, the next thing of particular note was Koishi, right?"

Once more I gave a nod, and once more I answered, just as I had before, "That's right."

With certainty, the blonde said, "And then you met us, right?"

Chuckling with a smile, I replied, "That's right. And then I met you two, and you know everything that happened after that."

Nodding, the brunet replied, "I would certainly hope so. I mean, it's not like you're hiding anything from us, right?"

Sighing, I replied with and honest smile, "If I were to hide anything, it would be the levels of pain you will be feeling soon. Thankfully you won't have to feel the full pain, like your mother and I did. The two of us intend to share the pain with us, you know?"

Nodding, the brunet agreed, "Point. You could have hidden that like your own mother did."

Wincing, I replied, "Hey, now... She may have intended to, and just not... had a chance to..." I was just as much trying to make the two of them believe that as I was trying to make myself.

Sighing, she added, "You know that's not the truth, Aunti." She didn't need to be able to read minds to know that, although it won't be too terribly long until she can. And then we will see if we can teach her and her cousin how to talk as if they don't already know what the other will say. Quite the nice skill to have. Especially when one must act covertly, and doubly so when acquiring a child.

Giggling, the bubbly blonde said, "Thank you for telling the whole story again, and at more of a length." Grinning, she added, "And now we know why you call Koishi your little sister, even if she also calls you little sister! You're both the little sister in a sense, right?"

At this I nodded my affirmation, answering, "That's right."

With that said, I smiled, and laid down on the bed I was sitting on the edge of. I had just retold the tale in more detail this time, and it had taken me late into the night. A youkai I may be, but only fae don't get tired. I soon drifted off in my odd positioning, caring naught for two that had been sitting across from me. Of course, I was still as conscious as when I was awake, but that was the norm. Just as when I was young, I still to this day had to watch myself sleep every night. I never was sure of the mechanics behind my mind still being in use while I rested, but I never really cared all that much about such a thing. As I slept, the two of them kissed my cheeks and left me to my rest.

The rest of the night was without incident, and I rested in peace, my eye ever watchful. Well, my love did come to bed at some point, and rested beside me. My eye of course cuddled with him in a rather constrictive way, but he didn't particularly mind that. He actually quite enjoyed the beat of my heart all over his body. Thought it was relaxing. After I had my fill of cuddling his sleeping form, I allowed myself to dream of him, and what our future might bring.