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RESUME!
>Sekai cannot properly watch the parade because she's small and instead of flying she autisms her way up a rope and is hit by an asthmatic shock. Hana, who was in the parade, sees that and catches her before Sekai can save herself. Hana brings her away and Sekai stops the shock with her inhaler and they hang together, with Hana buying a bottle of alcohol after a small altercation. The alcohol tastes like shit so they vandalize the woods by breaking that bottle and many others while talking about their feelings. They end up on the topic of Yukari, and Sekai whimpers about loving someone who caused so much harm, which resonates with Hana. After (((comforting))) her little sister, Hana heads to the palace for the marriage ceremony with Sekai tagging along. They get to the base of the tree, where a temple dedicated to the war before the solstice leads to elevators that would take them to the palace. There they meet Keine and have a brief conversation. Hana acts like a major bitch towards Keine, who takes it lightly, but it escalates and she leaves soon after some cryptic words. Hana advises Sekai to stay clear of the hakutaku. They are then on the top of the stump and Hana and Sekai are separated by a fussy handmaiden, as Hana had to go do her job. Sekai notices the palace built atop her tree is a senkai but can't answer to whom it belongs. Inside, the elite of Gensokyo are having a party, with Sekai noticing Zanmu and a big, unnamed tengu. Sekai finds her father and the residents of the SDM and joins them;
>At an unknown point in time after the solstice, Goro and Seija help a fugitive youkai from being hunted down by Mokou and a search party. The girl is very glad and asks for further help.

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[Chapter Count]
(1987 entries)(+8 chapters last thread)

[for phoneanons who can't access the dead threads, here's the last thread. Link to all others in the 'all entries']:
>>https://warosu.org/jp/post/50626491 | 40th thread

[Expiration date: 3/2-3/??]

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Your name is Anon Hakurei, and you’ve been an accessory for 24 years. They’re done and gone, those years, and you’re a free man.

You’re drunk and your daughter, Sekai, sits on your lap, and she’s so pure and adorable dressed in that long white dress with red-streaked aprons and wearing Hana’s shrine maiden crown; she’s like a little princess. Around you sit the elite of Gensokyo—political, like Keine-sensei; Miko; Aya’s boss—or just the powerhouses—Marisa, who sulks beside Mima-san because she can’t drink while expecting; Yuuka; Remilia Scarlet savoring her wine; and, somewhere behind the stage or doing whatever, your other daughter you adore, Hana—or even those whose connections got them here—Suzu-san and her husband trying to control their rowdy kids; Takane-san and those wide-eyed underlings of hers—, and… Chen and Kasen-san were supposed to be here, but they’re not. It’s been weeks since you saw Chen’s haunted gaze and flinched like a doe faced with the Gap.

You’ve been laughing anyway, telling stories from the outside world. Remilia, who’s been all over the globe, humors you, though you’ve soon shut your mouth as your arms wrapped around Sekai, and she giggled. She’s telling you how her day went. Adventured all by herself, shot balloons, and then came across Hana, and just like that, they’ve become friends.

“Neesan called me imouto!” Sekai proudly said.

You’re happy, and you’re joyous, and because you’re drunk—you’re not violent, you’ll never be—you squeeze her—with your disgusting, cursed arms—like she’s a toy. Sekai squeaked and showed you an actual plush toy she hadn’t named yet—every day, 1500 names, feminine and masculine, Japanese or otherwise, swirled in your head. It hurts like the hells.

Names are tossed around the table—Yuuka offered River because the thing is blue, Remilia Alucard, and Koakuma shyly said Lilith—, and you’re forgotten as Sekai sulked and declared such names stupid, and they had a back and forth between them. You’re fine with that, just placing your chin on top of her auburn hair and resting your eyes for a moment. But there’s no rest in the darkness behind your eyelids, even besieged by good people and holding Sekai close. You see, hear.

You’ll always be there when you close your eyes.

Ever since Hana left, and that same day, Keine came to you, and you talked—








—But you linger not in those thoughts, in that darkness behind your eyelids and the furnace licking at the Hakurei talismans with its caustic flames.

Your eyes open, and you see the fire; your reaction is wearily absent.

Burning them all to the ground—no, not them all. Not your love—for what they’ve done to you, to your family—for what they could’ve done but chose not to. Burn them like Reimu burned everything you ever held dear, taking in the end the last you could recognize of your daughter, like Yukari burned Chen into that husk… Like Ran, who started the fire.

You blink, and it is a merry marriage all the same, with laughter and food and drink aplenty.

Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t burn.

Reimu took that from you, and at least for that, you’re grateful.

… Though it won’t last forever. Paper chipped and washed away; the lull of flames grew.

Arms held tighter to Sekai—she’s not Reimu’s, Yukari’s. She’s your daughter—, and she took that as an opportunity to shove her horned plush into your face and have you name it.

You slurred, “Dolly,” and that was it.

Sekai nodded, pleased.

You wanted to cry from her satisfied expression. Perhaps it’s the wine or Hana being so close yet so far, or that your daughter, whom you love so freely, fits snugly to the hollow of your torso, her back pressed to you, and she doesn’t care you carry a curse or that she’s born from the vile connection between you and Yukari, and… 24 years.

Is it alright…?

Is it okay this time?

That you can get happy-drunk after so long—four years—, that you can hold your daughter—so pure—, that in a few months you’ll have close to six hundred children—Keine-sensei told you only that fraction was theorized to survive and that she, Takane-san, and those of the Myouren would care for the babes. You still named all fifteen hundred of them—, that Yuuka has kept close throughout all the awful nights where you wake up in darkness and think the nightmare persists, and you panic—she brings you back with a gentle hug…

… Is all of that finally alright?

“Um, everyone! The ceremony is underway!” Sanae announced.

The moon layered the sky above the open courtyard, perfectly shining down onto the long table. Sekai seemed nostalgic. Sanae poured the sake into six lacquered cups, three for each couple—poor thing. She chewed so much rice for that sake—, and she muttered thankful prayers to the Gods. Kanako and Suwako chuckled.

With bated breath, the San-san-kudō took place, with Sanae joined by another miko, one with glasses, as they scrambled to have the marriage done before the moon moved.

At nine sips each, Gensokyo had two newlywed couples.

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And that was grounds for grand celebration, for the bated breath had elapsed into a cheer that was accompanied, as expected, by booze.

It flooded tankards and sake bowls as Yuu-san pulled Mystia-chan, another who partook in your torment at the HSE—though she had been lost and confused, and briefly you’d thought her mentally challenged. Could you blame her when Yukari's incense drove her into something primal?—into his chest and kissed her under the pristine wataboshi—quite a nostalgic scene. Had you not kissed Reimu just like that? Her cheeks flushed, her lips trembling—a sign you'd learned to discern as aching for more. She always wanted more—, a polar opposite of Keine-sensei and Mokou, the latter whose excitement couldn’t be contained in the elegant and particular stance you once took beside Reimu, and she rose to a height nigh equal to yours with her now wife in her arms, laughing an uproar and spinning and kissing anywhere she could, their pure white wataboshis flowing off their heads and leaving their true manes of silver to come free…

… And thus everybody could watch Mokou’s hair be gripped by tendrils of black ink that spilled from the scalp down to the tips of the hair, transforming silver-white hair into black, Japanese-looking hair, almost as pitch-black as Reimu’s. It contrasted starkly with Keine’s white, and the swirl of ebony and ivory was remembrance enough of how you hurriedly carried her away, drunk from love…

Reimu, Reimu, Reimu…

… A free man, no longer an accessory. To the second of her death, she took everything. Her head reared above a grave you haven’t seen, and she whispered your name.

Reimu wants you to give more, more.

Your arms tensed around Sekai.

This is yours, your little world, not hers.

She cannot take it from you. Not today, never.

“Dad?” You refocused as Reimu's head poured back into the coffin. A servant had brought sake on a tray to the cluster you’re a part of, and you fetched your cup, refilling it with the cloudy sake. “Can I have some?” Sekai asked with a hopeful whine.

You felt Yuuka’s jealous gaze aimed at your back. This sake was fermented with Sanae’s spit, after all… Her stare lacked violence, however, and it warmed your heart that now you can sense jealousy without your hands locking or your legs weighing a metric ton.

You let Sekai drink from your sake cup, and you laughed with the others as she retched. Flan-chan awoke from that, laughed groggily, and went right back to sleeping.

It is alright; it finally is. One was decapitated; the other burned away.

This is your world and can never be taken.

If it were to…

… The furnace would burn it all, and the aged ache in your chest would fade away, for you know you’d burn as well, and not even motes would remain.

You’re no longer an accessory; you’re a bomb. A happy bomb.

And your smile grew as the sound of familiar instruments echoed throughout the courtyard. The people became silent, every manner of eye turning to the stage behind the long table where supernatural darkness had pertained—a giggle of a child could be heard somewhere—before it was brightened, in order, by a flying electric keyboard, trumpets, and a violin.

You’d recognize them anywhere, another memory from your marriage.

But then the moonlight was redirected like a living thing and, alongside the three sisters whose music once graced your marriage, your daughter stood with closed eyes and a ready Gohei embroidered with three dozen little bells. Music exploded to life, and Hana danced to the tune, her body alive. Sparked, electric. The crowd added to the feverish music with enthusiastic cheering, clapping, whistling, and beating their hands on the dark wooden table. Hana danced a dance to Amaterasu, brimming with energy yet oozing with elegance, with movements similar to her mother's dances.

A dance meant to draw out a goddess from her hiding place and have the people rejoice under the sun, even though above is the moon.

And the people are rejoicing. The newlyweds watched in awe, Mokou twirling a strand of dark hair between two fingers while Keine-sensei clapped with so much gusto; Marisa cackled, recording the whole thing, Yuuka cried with two hands pressed to her mouth, and…

… Sekai watched her sister dance with utter reverence. “Wow…”

You felt compelled to ask, “Do you like it?”

“I love it!” Sekai said. “Neesan looks so beautiful~!”

She does. You can only watch; Hana’s focus is entirely on dancing, though her eyes flitted for a moment and met yours, and there was nothing to be said between you. You smiled.

Hana avoided your eyes, cheeks flushed redder.

You clapped at your daughter’s performance as it reached its peak, fireworks clocking towards the skies and exploding in a thousand streaming colors and sizes and patterns.

Every person of Gensokyo looked at the sky and marveled—

—and then, something changed.

No one noticed, their eyes full of hypnotic shine.

History had been written and, cloaked under this joy, rewritten.

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You also didn't notice.

How could you?

A simple man—you’re not one anymore. The thought alone when Hana offered to visit Reimu brewed a fresh batch of flames, and you had felt pieces of the talismans flaking off your arms—didn’t feel the threads of history being snapped and new ones knitted in place. Even if you had, you wouldn’t have done anything about it. Because this…

This is a good thing, done by a good person.

You knew it was taking place tonight, and it must’ve already happened; the telltale signs would show up in time. This is a good thing—a bomb, happy, unbothered. Hugging your world, drinking delicious sake.

Every person here but Sekai knows about it.

Not everyone took it nicely; Hana had—






—Still, it doesn’t matter. It's done, and your eyes on Keine-sensei’s back, who’s embraced by the now raven-haired woman, are laden with gratitude—the furnace burned with one question that had received such a poor answer, and the talismans won’t hold up forever, but Hana will hold for even less time. You’re not an accessory anymore.

Eyes resumed to where they matter, watching with glee as Hana finished the dance of Amaterasu, the Hakurei shrine maiden kneeling and shaking her wand vigorously as the Prismrivers drew out the last strings of a fervent melody, fireworks punctuating each lasting second with unimaginable color. You didn’t know when it happened, but your chin had rested on Sekai’s scalp again.

It’s a favorite spot of yours, you decided.

Not long after, the chimes chimed their last, just as the phantasmagorical instruments of the Prismrivers ceased in unison, and the next song was of the crowd: a boom of applause. You and Sekai joined, the little girl’s eyes shining brighter than the light above, and her clapping so heartfelt. Yuuka clapped too after dealing with her tears, and—

—Wait, where are they? Flan is covering her ears and grumbling aloud, but her sister, the maid, and the redhead devil are nowhere to be seen.

You looked around for them but found none, and just as you were about to ask Yuuka about the vanishing act, Sekai jerked forward with an exasperated giggle, one you could only define as nostalgic, though your mind was on the sudden red hue that’d overtaken Gensokyo. The moon shone scarlet red, and a lone shadow stood against the panorama of a world sunk in wet blood—a fleeting memory of a bad dream you had years ago flashed across your mind, gory and unthinkable. You banished it from your mind to focus on the vampire who’d gathered the attention of all of Gensokyo.

“Esteemed guests present tonight to witness this sacred union. You know my name, and it is Remilia Scarlet, but what you may not know is that I took part in the ploy that nearly destroyed this beautiful land—and, at first, not on the right side of history.” You blinked. What is happening? What had gotten into Remilia's mind that she rose above all and spoke such words…? Keine-sensei didn’t seem bothered. Was it planned? “It is unfortunate, and I lay my thanks to Hana-san for pummeling me back to the side of light in a timely manner.”

The miko in question furiously blushed, much to the vampire’s amusement.

“Since then, I have mulled over my anguish and have concluded I want to remedy Gensokyo in ways beyond providing trade and aid. I would like to provide… culture! Yours that was almost taken away by Yukari Yakumo’s hand.” She gestured with one hand, and a thin gold sheet of light stretched above the courtyard, sealing it off from the outside world. The guests watched, a few keen ones looking over at Toyosatomimi no Miko beside Keine-sensei, a glowing light emanating from both her hands. Soon, the gold sheet turned invisible. “And I propose we do so through the manner of art Hana-san’s mother popularized, that of Danmaku duels—a festival of war!” Arms and wings opened, and her maid appeared at her side, cradling a huge, moss-covered wine barrel. “Not the grisly war Yukari snuffed Danmaku’s beauty with, but intricate patterns and timings, colors and precision. Anyone can come forth and challenge anyone to non-lethal fight; our kind host shall protect those who linger to watch. Therefore… show off whatever you desire to show off! Make it beautiful! Baptize this marriage with our flavor of war—and, to the last one standing, the prize is an aged barrel of wine from my personal inventory—”

Not another word was needed. Every oni present had lifted off at once.

The sky was on fire, twice the glow of fireworks.

Hana, with a smug smirk on her face, set off with a vengeance, and a deluge of others pursued her. Those who couldn’t fight, plus the newlyweds, remained. Even Yuuka had left for war after kissing your cheek.

You two watched, Sekai nestling to you.

“… Today was a good day,” she hummed.

You nodded.

Sekai watched until her eyelids grew heavy, her body slowing, and though she fought against it, sleep soon claimed her. She slept peacefully in your arms, and you wondered.

What does a little goddess dream of?

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>>50683733
>>50683730
>>50683726
nostalgia kicked~
next Sekai segment will be the last of the Sekai epilogue, and so the last of me until I start writing the next installment in a couple of months~
more soon~!

>>50661326
It's somewhat sad how fast jp has been dying lately, the HSE will be the last great work of writefagging to come from here and I don't know how to feel about that.

>>50684911
grim. I don't even want to think about the fact that there's a non-zero chance the original Hananon died before the HSE ended. I just pretend every mia writer went to altchans.

>>50684911
>HSE will be the last great work of writefagging to come from here
Has this thing produced anything of worth? I was busy reading KMS threads and these threads never seemed to appeal after it was done.

>>50689517
I won't lie, I found a lot of the story plodding and dull, but I'm a sucker for 'picking up the pieces after the world-changing event' so I've actually enjoyed everything set after the big war concluded significantly more than anything before it.

>>50684911
It is sad. I don't think there'll be anything like this again on this board.

>>50689517
>of worth
It's amateur web fiction, of course not. Not until most of the writers left did the quality pick up at all, but it's great both in the sense of size, amount of writing, and the community it once had. It's transgressive, of varying quality, it feels like it represents something to jp.

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>>50680731
"Oh? You want my help? Whatever for?" Seija asked the girl, barely containing her anticipation.

"I want Youkai to be free of that tyrant Keine and those rotten spawns she now leads! If something isn't done soon, then all true Youkai will surely vanish! You must have realized this is the case, as you are her fiercest opposition!" The girl pleaded, trying to force out her speech through her still haggard breath.

Seija cracked her neck from side-to-side and let out a happy little hum before squatting down in front of the girl, lifting up her chin with a finger. "Whether that's true or not, my aid isn't cheap. What exactly are you willing to give me in exchange for this little dream of yours, a place for 'pure' Youkai was it?"

"Anything." The girl said without hesitation.

To this, Seija smiled satisfied and stood up, walked over to me, and spoiled everything. "Goro! My dear Husband! My precious Human whom I'd rather die then be without! This wretched little girl has me confused with some awful extremist! can you believe it?! After all, I only want to spend my days peacefully with you as we raise our children together, is it too much to ask of this cruel world!" She cried out as she clutched my arm, rubbing her face into my chest as if she was sobbing. The Youkai girl was no longer gasping for breath, instead, she was silent and mortified.

Gently, I pushed Seija away, who made a few more fake sobs as I did so, and crouched in front of the girl myself. I grasped her chin, lifted up, put her face side to side, feeling her skin as I did. 'Good, very good' I thought to myself as I ran one hand through her silken black hair, inexplicably unsullied in her escape, and with the other I opened her eyelid and gazed into those yellow eyelids. In the past I'd prod with words, discern the quality and character of others through conversation, but when I gave that up I had to find other ways to understand others, some gentle like a touch on the shoulder, and some more direct and esoteric, like the examination I did now.

She was perfect. Everything we'd planned and hoped for, although the circumstances created her, there were many other candidates, other, lesser certainties created by this situation, and through our diligence and cunning we'd found the one stone that'd complete our set, It was a grand satisfaction that I-

"She made the grade?" Seija asked, tapping me on my shoulder.

I squinted my eyes closed and pulled them back open. The girls expression had turned from mortification to fear. I nodded to Seija, standing back up with her.

"Good. Now Girly, you'll have to sit tight for a bit, being a menace requires quite a bit of work, so we've got a few errands to run before attending to you. Enjoy your ride!" Seija told her, as she clapped her hands.

The Youkai let out a shriek as the ground below her split open and she fell into a void dotted with the azure glow of several floating fires. The gap closed itself not long thereafter, the vestigial split in space resting until someone like us called upon it again.

Seija turned to me, her gleeful expression having vanished "You alright? That was a pretty dirty smile you had on just now."

I tried to lightly grin and shrug, but it was a pointless gesture, Seija simply threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck, almost making me loose my balance and fall backwards.

"You're a fool if you think I can't notice on today of all days. So, don't pretend it's nothing idiot, especially in the rare times when we're alone and I don't have to put on an act." She chastised, as she rubbed her head against my chest, drilling her horn into my pectoral as she was so fond of doing. I relented and held her, burying my face in her hair for a moment.

"Ahhh, just, just one more minute. That Miko will live if- agh!" She groaned, pushing me away. "Lets go, our brats will start crying their eyes out if we take any longer." Seija remarked, as she clapped her hands and a gap appeared before us. We stepped through to find a house that smelled of cinnamon and where met with furious hazel eyes.

>>50691902
I'm surprised you survived my attack. Either way as this post was made before bump I'll let it go.
Stand proud, you are strong.

>>50692105
That stickman chose his fate.

>>50692105
Hana no diffs Sukuna btw. Unlike featless and jobber eyes, her manipulation of space and time bodies Sukuna.

>>50693923
>Slashes through time and space and rapes you

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>>50691902
"You two have so much to answer for." Hana growled as we appeared within the shrine followed by two joyous cries in unison.

"Mama! Papa!" A blonde, ruby-eyed girl shouted with sister, a misty blue-eyed child with black hair. They both ran to Goro and I to be scooped up by us without reservation, accepting their hugs and cheers.

"Did you have a good time with aunt Hana?" I asked Oiwa who was comfortably seated in my arms.

"Yes Mama! But isn't she our sister?" The child wondered.

"Yeah! If Sekai is our sister and she's Hana's sister, doesn't that make her our sister?" Tsukuyomi added.

"Not this again." Hana groaned as she rubbed her face in near resignation.

"Now kids, remember what we said about how two seemingly contradicting facts can be true at the same time?" I asked them.

"Ah, so Hana is both our aunt and sister?" Tsukuyomi asked.

"Our Sister Aunt Hana!" Oiwa happily announced.

"Enough!" Hana said aloud, throwing up her hands. "First you two extort me into babysitting your kids and now you ridicule me? I have half the mind to have you all locked up together, that way I could be sure you and your brats would never cause an incident ever again!"

Ah, that was my children's finest moment, or at least their finest moment so far. Oiwa's ability was to attract blessings, while Tsukuyomi's was to attract curses, and when they were together, their powers tended to balance each other out, but when they were apart, that was the beginning of an incident.

It started with some disagreement on who's turn it was to play with a doll, an argument that ended in a tug-of-war match that tore the thing it two, then screaming about how much they hated the other, then storming off in opposite directions. As fair and responsible parents, Goro and I decided to each follow one of our children in secret to let them sulk and think about what they'd done, and, as our role demands, let them cause a little havoc and create two separate incidents.

Tsukuyomi, who Goro followed, happened to go in the direction of the village, and was joined by a large amount of vengeful spirits, rolling fires, and a few swams of bugs. Hana had risen to that challenge, fighting a few cursed spirits and enthralled Youkai, ultimately squaring off with both members of my beloved family and winning. I followed Owia, who went in the direction of Youkai mountain where, by no coincidence, Tengu and Kappa had happened upon hidden stashes of treasure, which resulted in a turf war that was settled by those goddesses who sat on top of the mountain, who eventually traded blows with us as well, ultimately prevailing against us.

In the end, the sisters reconciled, had a good cry, and we stitched up the doll so they could call it even. However, our infamous reputation as a family rose dramatically, and there were a few whispers and rumors on what would happen if we were all gathered together as one. It was all fine and good I suppose, we were the bad guys.

"Your not going to shoe them out when I just finished baking cookies are you?" Anon asked, emerging into the room carrying a plate of fragrant smelling cookies in one hand and a tray of tea in the other.

"Why, I'd never dream of it." Hana said, with a twinge of her face as she rose to help her father set the table that we all sat around.

"Thank you for this wondrous hospitality! And, thank you Hana, we'd trust nobody more when it comes to our kids." I told them.

A brief 'yeah whatever' is all I heard from the defeated Shrine Maiden.

It wasn't so far off the truth. Sure, as far as babysitters went we had plenty of options: there was the Myouren Temple, Shining Needle Castle, either that Mansion or Palace, the Yamawaro's place, Moriya Shrine in a pinch, but when the Hakurei Shrine was available, it was no contest. Hana was an uncontested power-house who kept the place orderly and even though she complain all day about it, it was obvious she loved the kids, woman just couldn't help herself just like her Dad. The problem was how rare it was for them to not be tied down in some other fiasco, day-caring other children, putting on goodwill events, acting like a real religious institution, ah, and settling incidents.

We always found some creative way to pay them back for the trouble in some discrete, creative way: "Oh, where could this huge satchel of rice have come from? Must be a blessing from the Hakurei God!" and things like that.

"...So I look the entire shrine over from top to bottom, not finding a single one, until finally, I put my head below the floorboards and I saw all three of them nestled together, sleeping because they got so bored hiding." Anon laughed as he described a game of hide-n-seek he played with a few of his kids.

"You should have told them that under the Shrine was off-limits, the store room isn't a place for children to play." Hana chastised as she sipped tea.

"Ah, well, you know if they don't try it once they won't learn it's a bad idea." Anon laughed it off.

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>>50703185
"Goro, didn't you and Anon have something to discuss?" I asked, nudging his arm.

The man, clever as he was, knew instantly that I meant the opposite and carefully moved the sleeping Tsukuyomi over to me, to join the also slumbering Owia. Then he stood and followed Anon, who was also capable of taking a hint, into the hall and down to the kitchen.

"Huh, what do those two have to talk about?" She wondered idly.

I breathed in and out like I was clearing my mind for battle before I spoke. "So, Hana, how's finding a husband going?"

>>50703185
>>50703187
Hana getting all the babysitting jobs, really working out that oneesan trait. When is she taking the kids out drinking?

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A mistake, a betrayal.

One second of vulnerability as her beautiful pink-hazel eyes, each a rarity crafted by oysters, locked with mine and welled with tears. The air thickened with her love confession and the scent of death, and in the second before this one, Hana was there, bloodthirsty.

Hana's going to kill me.

Millions of thoughts couldn’t change actions already taken, and this nigh-catatonic body had let go of the Float—was I truly loved?

Was everything I’ve done…?

The shock had made me a sitting duck.

… Yet I escaped. It was a miracle.

I dodged before Hana reaped my life away, feet shuffling awkwardly against ashen soil, composure trashed. Breath froze in my lungs, saturated with the prickly surge of adrenaline dousing every jitter, every move of my broken body.

I survived.

I survived…

Yuyuko betrayed me—the only person I've ever trusted, whom I buried with a piece of me—, but I didn't die.

I didn't die.

… I didn't die… But then why is my body there, limp and mangled—the belly seemed unharmed. Relief settled—, cradled by Yuyuko as she exploded into tears? Why is my decapitated head lying on the ground like a dirty prop, eyes empty of light, the stark purple dimming? Hana stared into two bulging, lifeless eyes with nothing but contempt—where’s that girl I effectively ruined and turned into a string puppet? She’s nowhere to be seen—, and Yuyuko’s cries grew louder and louder, piercing a heart that’s yet to understand…

Eyes shifted down: the Onikirimaru piercing through me is gone. Every manner of wound is gone. My body is pristine, and yet… it felt so empty. I placed a hand upon my heart, and there’s nothing there. Was something ever there to begin with?

Sekai.

Sekai was there.

Where is she if not in her mother’s heart…?

“I’m right here, Mother,” the voice came from behind. A lackadaisical heart thundered anyway as I turned, and there, I saw her small silhouette against her majestic tree—or what little remained of the beacon—, her front shadowed. Those purple eyes she’d gotten from me—hers are so tender—reflected the faint blue glow, highlighting the smile stretching her mouth… Ah, my daughter. That’s my daughter, right there. My lone source of happiness. The only one I welcomed into a heart that shattered a millennium ago. She who’ll mend it.

A pregnant second elapsed, lost in a world beyond that which hurt me so much, and here, where there are only the two of us. The wind picked up and, with it, it took the distractions.

My daughter.

My world.

My everything.

My Sekai.

Ignorant of everything else, I ran. She ran too, lips trembling, that odd hat of hers left to the wind as she sprinted the distance between us, and a most delightful sound echoed, “Moooom…” Nothing mattered but that whimper, a primal thing propelling me, with no space left in the mind to consider the Gap. Only her and me. In that closing distance and now—

—In this embrace.

She clung to me like a koala, and I spun around an unsteady axis, holding her to my paused heart—hers beat for the both of us—and losing myself in a feeling the sands of time had nicked into nothingness: boundless happiness. I laughed, tears cascaded, and we dropped to the blue dirt, still in one another’s arms…

Here, it finally dawned on me.

… I never loved him.

That man, Anon, who never reciprocated… He meant nothing to me! His hatred I'd longed for is now but an afterthought.

Anon Hakurei is worthless to me.

Just the thought of him filled me with revolt.

How could I have ever loved him if this little one already brings my heart to bursting? There was never a place for him; he was just a thing to bring me to this point and then be discarded.

The realization felt freeing; I cackled and held Sekai tighter, tighter.

“… I’ve been waiting for you…” The words spilled out of me, eyes on the silver moon cresting an infinite starry sky as it mended its wounds, lacerations patched and stitched back together. Her powers had demanded a lot from the world, tearing reality itself so she could be here with me.

For me.

Sekai sobbed against my chest, clutching handfuls of purple fabric.

This is bliss.

“All my life I’ve been waiting for you.”

A life Hana Hakurei and Yuyuko ended.

I died.

But it didn’t matter.

Why would it matter when my little time traveler came to my rescue~?

This blue world of her making cracked, trembled. Its edges faded as an all-encompassing blue light crept closer. It was only Sekai and me in this dying existence, and our time wasn't much. “And you came all the way from the future to save me… At the last possible second, that is.” I brushed her hair with an exasperated chuckle. “I never doubted you…” My everything brimmed with warm anticipation.

With Sekai's power over time—the only frontier my Gap could never breach—she’ll revive me; have it so that I never died… And I’ll slaughter all those maggots down to the last. Anon Hakurei will die too.

In a few months, I'll bring my Sekai to this world.

I'll finally be happy.

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“Mom…”

Sekai called my name. I ought to answer, to let my baby—soon to be baby, so tall and healthy already~—know I’m here with her and ready for her marvelous power to take effect… Yet, a sudden wash of cold permeated my body, which I couldn’t chase away, no matter how tight my arms embraced Sekai and dwelled in the beating of her heart.

This feels familiar.

Not the sense of regained happiness taken from me a millennium ago, or the urge to murder those pests and be done with such an awful chapter of my life, but this feeling of…

… Resignation, bordering on fatalism.

Have I not been in this spot before? So close to grandness, only for something to happen and strip away the happiness I'd worked so hard for. It happened with Ran’s betrayal, with Reimu plunging from the skies like a meteor. It happened again when Yuyuko told me a truth I should never have heard about—if she truly loved me, then why’d she kill herself? Why would she leave me alone…?—, and it… No. That cannot be the case! The war made me paranoid. This is my daughter, the one I’m carrying inside of me. She came from a distant future and she holds me as if her life depends on it. Because it depends.

It won’t happen again, not after everything I’ve been through, everything I lost.

My world, my everything. My Sekai.

The baby inside me, source of—

“—I am not that one,” Sekai mumbled so low I nearly didn’t pick it up. What…? She broke the hug and got up. My arms stretched out, trying to get her back into the embrace, but she refused, towering over me in the dirt. The blinding light encroached, slowly devouring her tree. Undisturbed, Sekai pointed towards the massive trunk. “I lived there, and I was born down there,” she pointed then at the roots. “My… body is with Mother Patchouli and Meiling in the front yard of the Scarlet Devil Mansion. I’m not the baby growing inside of you, Mom.”

… W-What… what?

“Sekai…? W-What are you talking about—?”

“Y-You had a name for her before you chose mine with Father. Renko. My sister. That’s who she is.” Her lips trembled—her whole body did—and she fought back tears, little fists balled. “… I shouldn’t have brought you to this place. It was a moment of weakness.”

No…

No, no, no, no…

I don’t understand, but this awful sinking feeling—

“—S-Sekai, listen to me! Listen to me!” I rose with a tense rush. It was all too familiar. A creeping anxiety that overloaded a heart that didn’t beat anymore, watching as walls of light closed in. Hands clasped each cheek of my daughter, lifted her face, and brought her eyes to mine. “W-We… there’ll be plenty of time for us to talk and-and iron out the kinks of this situation, alright? But now is not the time. M-Mama is dead, my child,” I pleaded. It felt cold, beyond death. So cold. “Mom needs to l-live if she… If she’s to birth Renko-chan and get you out of the hands of that pesky vampire, alright? W-We’ll be a happy family of three, a-and—and change the past. Rewrite it all and bring your mother and sister back to life, sweetheart. Please.”

I am choking on something nasty, caustic. I am choking, and I wish I weren’t because… Because this is my daughter, my everything—why does she think she shouldn’t have brought me to this place?—, she wouldn’t…

“… Please…”

Her purple eyes are so kind, a better color than what I had infused into Flandre's.

“I shouldn’t have; I knew I shouldn’t,” she stammered, cleaning her eyes before joining her little hands in prayer. The world suspended, thick with dread. “But I… I couldn’t live with the thought of never seeing you even once more.” My idle heart ached to take her pain as my own. “W-Without your echo, Mom, I would have been too soft to… to guarantee my existence.”

Around us surged from nothingness a sleuth of Gaps, overwhelming white noise swarming my mind at the sight. These hands felt like lead on her rosy cheeks, such a weight impossible to lift—my throat had dried into a desert, dizziness overtook me, and were it not for the clamp inside my throat, I’d have thrown up.

Everything condensed into one paralyzing fear.

Won't she save me…?

Hundreds of Gaps churned before Backdoors—Okina’s backdoors…?!—sprung into existence, and, like hungry beasts, they devoured every Gap before they shut back into nothingness.

“… What are you doing?” It came out small. “Are you not reviving your mother…?”

“I-I love you,” she whispered at me.

That meant she wasn’t reviving me.

I am dead; my daughter won’t save me.

No one is saving me.

“W-What are you doing…? That is so much more important than me?” Cold, thick tears fell. I don’t have the Gap; I don’t have the sword.

I have nothing.

I-It was all for nothing.

“… I'm manipulating the Backdoors with the Gap so they open far in the past and then sending Gaps there. My tree is fading, my power draining, so they’re terribly short-lived, small, and can do little… but this is the only time, while our connection is yet to die, that it is possible,” her eyes had grown haunted. “I-I'm so sorry…”

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>>50706745
>>50706744
last cour before the end~!
>>50703187
>>50703185
blessed, you can't get a better babysitter than that~ though our traumatized girl gets teased about it, she won't be seeing action for a time. Too much war/relationship/family trauma lumped together inside a tough nut; shit is hard to crack…
>>50694069
>>50693923
Hana would get fucking obliterated by Sukuna in any incarnation if she got paired against him without knowing about his powers. She'd still sense he's a formidable enemy, but Shrine would happen far too immediately for her to tap into non-Euclidean manipulation. If she knew she was about to slug it out with Sukuna and had time to activate her power, she'd decimate him in any incarnation bar Meguna, as in the non-Euclidean world Hana is intangible and can attack in time that has already passed - Yukari could only defend against her with Kasen's power, which is a lite version of Makora's power now that I think about it -, and since RCT is generated in the brain and Hana decapitates her foes whenever she can, he wouldn't be able to heal. Though if Sukuna knew Hana was coming through intangible space and activated Malevolent Shrine and Hana didn't know how to deal with Domains, that'd literally be too fast for Hana to outrun even inside non-Euclidean space, which would fuck with the 200m radius and probably would get her killed as she still has to make contact to deal damage and hasn't mastered Danmaku or spellcards in non-Euclidean space yet. Domain Amplification counters her hard too. In the case she knows, she'd be able to pierce the space of the hit and avoid it even inside its area and decapitate him in the past, unless it is Meguna and he adapted to her power; Hana still could win against that, but that'd be her version in the next installment of the HSE, so spoilers
ultimately a blitz based on who knows what about the other and what stages they are in
or not, Sukuna could bullshit a binding vow into existence and it'd be ggs, or Hana decides she wants to go home and leave the battle, hopefully without a pit stop for some rope
… when you think about it, the Gap can cut through basically anything, and Kasen survived against it because she knew how it worked and 'adapted' her body to be invulnerable to it
we had our version of Epstein vs Diddy~

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>>50703185
>shoe them out
Hana has already adopted her mother's methods of enforcing discipline...

>>50709103
No bullshit allowed when you're the onee-sama of 600 mestizo creaturas + 10-ish normal ones

>>50682169
Three days until new bread.

>>50713464
Not if Israel has something to say about that.

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>>50703187
Eyes blink in disbelief at me, before Hana sighs. "This again, you know how often I hear this question? Let me tell you..."

The girl proceeded to tell me, in great detail, about all the people who'd approached her about match-making, her Father's nudging, Keine's occasional suggestion, even about a leaflet or two she received from 'Tanuki Matching Services'. It wasn't one of her better rants and although their ears perks up at the start of the conversation, my little ones slowly began to retire to my lap, bored to a nap as Hana droned on.

"...and frankly with so much going on, I think it's better if I focus on my duties." Hana finally finished.

"So that's the excuse you're going with?" I sighed, none too impressed by such an uncreative dismissal.

"Is it so wrong? It's not as if you two are making it any easier for me to have the time."

Oh, if only she knew about the late nights and the amount of near-catastrophes we'd undone or mitigated. "When Goro and I were making a fool out of some of Keine's lackeys this morning, one of them caught my Husband's eye. Narrow-eyed fellow, looks serious and from the fact that he didn't panic when being tossed through the sky probably means he's either simple or solid." I continued, before Hana could ask exactly what new trouble we'd caused "I think he'd be good for you. Someone quiet who'll be able to support you without throwing a fit every time things go awry."

"You're not seriously trying to play matchmaker with me are you?" She asked, totally unaware that this was just practice for the future.

"And what if I am?"

Hana sighed and shook her head a little "Someone who has the qualities Keine would favor isn't someone who'd be smitten with the likes of me. The villagers still tell stories about me, and my Mother."

"Uh-huh, the village, where there's twenty-odd men who see you cradling babes like a saintly figure who'd they approach and wed in a heartbeat, if only your iron wall of obliviousness wasn't stopping them." I snickered.

"They do not." She snapped back.

I waved. "Trust me, men like that sort of thing." I told her as I soothed over Owia's head, cooing.

Hana opened her mouth to say something and closed it again. Her soft brown eyes gazed over my children and I could see it clearly, her desire for her own, not just brothers and sisters, but sons and daughters, a Husband, a family, her chance to do the thing that her mother couldn't. Except, she'd already screwed it up long ago. Stupid girl.

"You're just afraid you'll do it again." I told her.

A flinch, direct hit. "Wait, before you snap at me again, I've never told you this, but I did it to, to Goro."

"That's different you're-"

"A youkai?" I raised my eyebrow. "Doesn't change the fact that I still remember it. Every time I wake up and see his face, when we're close at night, when we hold our kids, it's always there, what I did to him."

Stunned silence turned to resignation, a lowering of shoulders, and an exhale that said 'you got me.'

"Are those two, were they..." She asked, not wanting to complete the thought.

"No. Happy accidents of another kind and still, it may as well have been." I waited a bit, let things hang in the air, before I said: "You know, Mokou walked out on Keine when things really hit the fan for her."

And Hana's shock returned. "She did not!'

"And the Dirt Kappa once got in a spat so bad with that baker Husband that she threatened to kick him out, your mentor also did quite a number on dear ole' Dad and they're still sweet enough on each other, which reminds me that the alleged 'God of Magic' got this close to killing the man she's now engaged to with a lightning bolt after she thought he was cheating on her with that pretender hermit, and do you know that there's some law a Tengu can annul all her offenses toward a man by offering themselves up as his bride? I didn't until we used that little loophole to settle a land dispute." I explained.

"You're making this up." Hana complained, shaking her head.

"Maybe one or two." I smiled as I fibbed. "But the point is that, we're woman, whether we want to or not, when we fall in love with a man we're bound to hurt them at some point, that's not some 'youkai nature' or tragic downfall, it's cold hard reality." I said plainly.

"I just, it's scary. I've never thought much of myself and then, if someone's so kind to me like that and I hurt them, I'm not sure if I could be anymore low. If that's what's going to happen then it's better if I'm alone." She murmured, gripping her arm.

"Bah, acting all tragic, what're you an actor? And don't puff up those cheeks at me, your not some kid anymore either, asking for glimpses at other girls panties and getting yourself twisted by everyone around you. Go on one date for pity's sake, see what it's like to be treated like a woman by someone appropriate for once and then we'll see if you still think being on your own's all that."

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>>50717899
She paused, before her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Why are you so invested in my courtship all of the sudden? What's your angle?"

"Goro and I are having another kid and I want them to marry yours so as to throw the family tree into even more chaos." I told her without a hint of irony.

Hana broke almost immediately. Contained chuckles turned into a hearty laugh so loud it caused the kids to rouse. "Fine, fine..." She waved, trying to catch her breath. "...introduce me to this narrow-eye'd man later. That's at least worth a laugh. I swear, I'd pummel you out of Gensokyo if you didn't make me bust a gut like this every now and again. I mean, us being sisters-in-law? Could you imagine?"

"Yeah." I said, rubbing my kids head. "Wouldn't that be something?"

Wanted to edit it down, but I wanted to get this out before the bump limit and I'm tired.

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>>50717905
Hmm, two dats before bump.
I guess I won't throw a wolrd cutting tornado at you for this. But you're on thin ice, buster.

Kinda crazy that if you were to date Hana you'd have to compete with her dead mother for her attention. And lose.

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>>50718143
"Stand up straight, you're a man of the Hakurei Household."
"Make sure you smile when my daughter comes home, let her know you're on her side."
"Don't you dare take that offer to go drink on the other side of the party with those floozys, they're youkai out to shame my Hana."
"Be more assertive in bed so I have strong grandchildren."
Yes Miss Hakurei.
"And call me Mother already or I'll toss a ying-yang at your from the afterlife."

>>50718173
>Reimu haunts Hana’s bachelor into making him a good man for her daughter
>meanwhile Hana is always out chasing another thing to kill and only comes back home to refill and rest. Never visits her dad, visits Sekai once every week
>it's up to NotAnon, Ghostmu and friends to make her take it easy, learn true love and be more present to her family
The post-HSE romcom was promised to me 3000 years ago.

>>50718143
That's because Reimu is sex and Hans knows better than betraying Reimu a second time. Her body is the property of her mother with everything that entails.
Write it ranfag.

>>50719139
sounds to me like you just want the original hanafic to return

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>>50719139
>Hans
>"Gentlemen, look at this. This is Reimu Hakurei. Pure sex, don't you agree? Those eyes, that hair, that fair skin. It's a sky to one whose life was spent in a cave. Alas, an awful woman. You could go your entire life suffering under her iron fist, and at the end of the day, you'd love her all the more."

>>50682169
>14 days
Beware writefags, until this thread is knocked off the board by domain is open and my sure hit effect is activated.
Any writefag who posts a chapter between now and next thread will have to avoid my world rending tornado attack.

>>50722921
GIVE BACK HANAANON!!!! GIVE HIM BACK!!

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>>50718173
"Hana my dear, welcome home, dinner is ready." He said with a slight smile, as he lead me to the table.
What? No Dinner, Bath or-
"Would you like to wash your face?" he asked, setting a small basin and cloth in front of me.
"Yes, of course." I said, not thinking as I splashed the warm water on and gently rubbed it with the cloth.
Looking out over the table, I saw a decent spread: fish, steamed and pickled vegetables, rice, small cups of sake...
"Did you prepare all this yourself?" I asked.
"I had the servants do it."
I felt a great disturbance in our finances. "S-servants? We can't afford servants!"
"On the contrary." He said gesturing to the door, just outside of which a young looking girl knelt. "Keine's new policies have a few incentives for religious institutions, I leveraged those, and our guest bedroom, which was more then enough to pay for a little help."
"Well I'm glad you've gotten a little leisure." I grumbled as I bit into the fish and felt flavor explode into my mouth.
"Which I've used to take on some contract work for the book maker and that's paid a decent enough wage for me to purchase some higher quality ingredients." He explained.
"You're working to?!" I exclaimed, trying to restrain myself from stuffing the delicious dinner into my mouth.
"Well I am the man of the house." He said, sipping sake.
"That's not the point, you-" I started before he slid up next to me.
"And as the man, I have to say I've been rather lonely without you as of late." He told me softly as he twiddled with one of my hair tubes.
"I, I have a duty..." I murmured.
"Yes, one of which is to bear children."
"So that's what this is about! You think I've been withholding myself because-" a finger over my lips silences me.
"I think you've been running forwards at an incredible pace so long that you can't stop yourself." He said, sliding one arm around my waist.
"I think that if you just took a second to stop and breath you'd realize the world won't fall apart if you're not burning yourself out." He whispered as another arm gently caressed my stomach.
"I think that I'd ought to do my duty and make you a proper wife, and mother." He cooed as he kissed my ear.
"Not, not at the table..." I murmured, feeling his strong hands caress me. "...at least, let me take a bath first."
"Of course." He said, withdrawing himself slowly from me, letting his fingers trace against my clothes as he did.
"We'll take a bath after this then."
This man....
>>50722921
Domain Expansion: Strange Fluid Humors

>>50723127
>Hana married one of Keine's statsi agents
Grim.

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>>50723143
What a great idea! Don't mind if I do!
>>50723127
"I can't believe we're having this conversation." Keine said, tapping her desk. "You're seriously refusing to tell me?"
"Wife says not to tell a soul, I keep my mouth shut." I replied.
The administrator rubbed her eyes in frustration and exhaled. The patterns where all there, summoning me here for 'tea' when it was actually an interrogation, making long pauses between her questions, having Mokou at the door so I felt trapped, and it all made me wonder, was I also this ineffective at extracting information? I was having a crisis of a different sort.
"All I want to know is whether it's a boy or a girl!" she shouted in frustration. "All children are blessings, every single one, but everyone in the village knows that some children are perfect angels, like my own, and half-Jaku children who upend the world if they have a playground fight! The point being, a Shrine Maiden's children are a political pivot on which our entire future may lay!"
"If it's a boy there's no law saying we can't have more." I offered.
"It's not, okay, maybe a little, but my chief concerns is, Mokou, if you please-" Keine waved as her chief guard and loving wife stepped over to a pile covered in a cloth and pulled on the thing, revealing a small mountains of toys. Huh, I was hoping it'd be torture implements. "-what gifts do I get for the baby shower!"
"Pardon Ma'am?" I asked.
"A wooden horse is universal, but then everyone will be gifting one, utilities like cradles are also nice, but the nicest ones I can get them would be hand-me-downs and that's a faux-pas and a half..."
I closed my eyes and breathed very deep. Sending a silent prayer of thanks to the Hakurei god, who may or may not watch me, that I was born a man, ignorant to the multitudes of annoyances with which woman deal with daily.
"Honestly, when you told me you'd asked for Hana's hand in marriage I overjoyed for so many reasons, that the would have a sane, pragmatic, steady hand in her life for once and not the maelstrom she's experienced all her life. What I did not count on was your casual and iron-clad loyalty impairing my information gathering, did I ever teach you about Honda Tadakatsu? You remind me of him, he..."
As Kiene launched into a history lecture I engaged in the time-honored practice of going to my happy place. A good, quick battle fought after some judicious information gathering, My wife sitting on the porch bored and pretty...
"...And that's how the Tokugawa shogunate emerged, anyway, I suppose I should thank you for at least telling me she's pregnant. Two possibilities aren't so much harder to prepare for then one inevitability." She sighed, slumping in her royal chair.
My eyebrows raised in a thought, and Mokou, sensing through our years of experience together, knew immediately the nature of what I would say next, and her gaze said thus: 'For the love of all of Gensokyo, please do not utter another word or it will be the death of me.'
Good thing the captain is immortal.
"I never said it was a single pregnancy."

>>50723285
Hana should be locked away and kept constantly pregnant and dependant on her husband.
It would be really hot.

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>>50723285
>>50723127
Shinzo would be proud~

Give me your elevator pitch to read this whole thing.

>>50723451
Heroic anon triumphs over attempted sabotaging of his story by bad actors.
Well that's the meta story of the threads.

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>>50723341
>Current Government Greatest Tool
Lol.
>>50723304
Terrible idea. Catch these hands.
>>50723285
As I sat with all four of my quintuplets, two of them passed out in my lap, one of them snuggled in my arms, and the fourth crawling in circles around me, I reflected on how perfect of a day it was. We all got to go out on a picnic, the weather was wonderful, not a care in the world, and now my wife and all my children were either sound asleep or gleefully occupied.
It had been a little chaotic after the birth, and many an unkind word were said during labor like 'why did you do this to me?' and 'if you don't get out of here, I'll bite your head off and if you leave me I'll tie you to a post and start a fire under it.', ya'know, normal stuff. Thankfully, post-birth hormones hit like snowstorm and Hana had been sleeping soundly thanks to all the help we were getting. Speaking of...
"Good evening, I trust the day went well?" The woman asked a little weakly.
It was that fallen Hermit, Kasen, who'd sided with Yukari during the great, prolonged, HSE incident. Some judged for it, probably rightfully so, but I had intelligence that it was the result of some torturous manipulation and we tolerated the Scarlet Devil Mansion and that Jaku pair, who'd caused me many more late nights then this hermit ever had, so what should I care? She seemed repentant enough as it is, wearing more conservative robes, trying hide herself more, talking more meekly and all.
Really, I had a greater theory that the whole nightmare was actually an episode of group psychosis like a dancing fever that had spontaneously appeared, infected everyone, then burnt itself out. But those theories were so ludicrous I've stashed them away and marked them to be released only in the even of my death, lest my reputation be utterly squashed.
"It did. Thank you for the help with finding the place." I told her, motioning her to take a seat on the porch.
She perked up and looked happy, almost like an adult child and took the spot. Eventually my circling child found her thigh and begin to poke and nudge at it, until my little devil crawled up and over into her lap, finding her own comfy place to lie down. Kasen looked to me as if asking me permission and I waved. What was the harm really?
After some adoration and cuddles Kasen spoke up again. "So uhmm, when are the next children due?"
I blinked, trying to process what'd just been said. "I'm sorry?"
"You know, the next kids? You two are planning to have uh, more right? I mean the Hakurei Shrine is still an important institution and all." She stumbled out.
Ah, just more worries over politics, I guess even fallen Hermits care about that kind of thing. "Hana's still recovering from the last pregnancy, so not anytime soon. I'd like more-" I said, nuzzling my the little sack of joy in my arms to my face. "-but it might be too physically taxing for her."
"Oh, but, well it'd be a problem the later she has children right? And, once it's too late, it's too late Afterall isn't it? When one of these kids asks for a younger sister or brother that is." She said, seeming genuinely concerned.
"Well, that's true I just think we can afford to wait a month to think about it."
"And, if it's her body that's a concern, I have more medicine as well for that! It's a tad hard too produce, but I can give it over gladly!" She said, making me feel a little uncomfortable that my child was still nestled on her lap.
"Kasen, Is this about Hana and I having children or something else maybe?"
She took several deep breaths in and out before taking my child and placing her back with me. "Hana is incredibly fertile." She stated plainly. "Having four children at once as a Shrine Maiden is beyond unprecedented, it's a genuine miracle you understand?"
"Miss Kasen, you're scaring me a little." I said, clutching my children a little tighter.
"You should be scared, I mean, not of me, just of, uhm, well, missed potential I mean! For a large happy family right? 'The More the Merrier' as the Inaba say you know!" She rambled on for a bit, trying to sound less insane and only making negative progress "Alright, hah, I'll come clean." She said with another deep breath. "I'm afraid Hana might hate sex."
I wish I had eight hands to cover eight little ears right now.
"Y-yukari and I, we may have, done some, unsavory things." Which I was well aware of. "And sex is a wonderful thing when it's done between two people who love each other to give birth to children, which Hana seems very good at so please consider making Hana happy is all I'm saying."
"Okay, enough of that." a hand grabbed the arm of Kasen.
"Chen! I was just explaining that-"
"I'm sure you were Miss Kasen, let's get you home now, all your animal friends miss you." The cat youkai said, leading the Fallen Hermit away like she was some geriatric old woman.
Maybe I shouldn't wait until I'm dead to publish that research.

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>>50723451
>Give me your elevator pitch to read this whole thing.
Have you ever seen a car crash where the pile-up gets worse and worse, and then there's like one car that tumbles over and over again the same way like it's gonna go on forever before it mashes into a wall and a train independently and spontaneously derails at the same time rolling over the entire event?

Would you like to?
Also others have said there's good Yuri, Seija Romance(at least until I bunged it all up), and this is basically a piece of jp history now.

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>>50723451
Also, we have some nice OC.

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>>50723512
Hana should be permanently barefoot and pregnant for the entire rest of her child bearing years.