Mokou blinked at Chris.
Then at Reimu.
Then at Chris again.
Then at Reimu again.
"…You want me," she said slowly, pointing at her own face, "to babysit a child?"
Reimu massaged her temples. "Yes."
"You do remember I'm an immortal who lives in a bamboo forest and fights my nemesis every three days, right?"
Reimu deadpanned. "Exactly. So you're used to chaos. Chris qualifies as mild compared to Kaguya."
Chris tilted his head, clutching his tiny Reimu Fuma plush. "Mokou? Play?"
Mokou flinched as if struck by a Master Spark.
"H-He said play…"
Reimu gave her a look that felt like a donation jar hitting someone over the head.
"Please. Just for three days. There's a mist-caused feast incident and everyone's too busy fighting over free food. I don't want him getting dragged into it."
Mokou opened her mouth.
Closed it.
Opened it again.
"…Why me?"
"You're responsible," Reimu said immediately.
Marisa snorted off to the side. "That's a bold lie."
"You're good with kids," Youmu added.
"That's also a lie."
"You won't die," Sakuya said.
"That one is true," Mokou admitted.
Chris tugged on Mokou's sleeve. "Fire lady warm."
Mokou internally combusted harder than usual.
Reimu clasped her hands together, bowed deeply, and said the magic words:
"Mokou. I will give you unlimited firewood for a month."
Mokou froze.
"…Deal."
Reimu smiled in relief. "Thank you. Please just keep him alive. And don't let Kaguya get her hands on him. Or Eirin. Or Reisen. Actually—just don't let him near Eientei."
Chris blinked innocently.
Mokou already felt dread.
"Alright kid," she sighed, kneeling down to his height, "three days with big sis Mokou. How bad could it be?"
The sky rumbled ominously.
Marisa whispered to Reimu, "You just cursed her."
Reimu sipped tea. "Good."
Meanwhile in the Background was Clownpiece hiding
She then took Chris deep into the Bamboo forest, as she sat on the grass with him. "Sorry, I don't have a house".
Chris rolled his head. "Don't mind".
She patted his head as she spoke. "So, kid, what do you like to do?"
Chris lifted his Golden Freddy Plus and Fumo Reimu. "Play".
Mokou blinked like an Immortal who hasn't seen a Toy. "These are children's toys nowadays?"
Mokou stared at the plushies like they were rare artifacts dug out of a forgotten civilization.
"Kids' toys nowadays look… weird," she muttered, poking Golden Freddy like it might bite her.
It squeaked.
Chris giggled.
Mokou recoiled.
"Why did it make that noise?!"
Chris hugged both toys tightly. "Golden Freddy. Reimu Fumo. Play-friends."
Mokou squinted at them.
"…The Reimu one looks accurate. Annoying expression included."
Reimu Fumo stared at her with its eternal, judgmental smile.
Chris set both plushies on the grass and looked up at Mokou with wide, innocent eyes. "Play with me."
Mokou felt something in her immortal soul crack.
"A-alright, alright! Don't look at me like that!"
She scooted closer. "So what kind of game do you wanna—"
Chris placed the Golden Freddy plush on Mokou's lap.
The plush stared at her.
Mokou stared back.
"…Why does it feel like it's judging me?"
Chris answered simply, "He do that."
"WHY."
He shrugged and handed her the Reimu Fumo next.
Mokou held a plush Reimu in one hand and a horror-bear plush in the other.
She looked like an immortal warrior forced into the world's most embarrassing tea party.
"Okay," she sighed, "but if Kaguya sees this, I swear—"
A rustling sound came from deeper in the forest.
Mokou froze.
Chris blinked.
Then—
"…Mokouuu~ I can hear your suffering~"
Mokou turned pale. "No. No, no, no—"
Kaguya's voice floated closer like a smug, elegant ghost.
"Are you playing pretend tea party with a child? My, my~ how adorable—"
Mokou grabbed Chris, the plushies, and sprinted behind a bamboo stalk.
"Kid," she whispered urgently, "new rule: if you hear a princess, RUN."
Chris nodded solemnly.
Golden Freddy squeaked again.
Mokou bolted between the bamboo, practically dragging Chris like a mother duck fleeing a natural predator.
Chris, meanwhile, was very calmly looking over Mokou's shoulder.
Behind them stood the girl whose voice echoed through the forest—calm, elegant, unbothered.
Kaguya Houraisan.
Her long black hair flowed like it was posing for a painting, her ornate outfit rippling gently with the breeze. She blinked, confused, as Mokou vanished into the forest like a fleeing cryptid.
[Insert image of Kaguya]
Chris tilted his head at the sight.
She felt… peaceful. Pretty. Soft aura.
Kind of like a princess from a storybook.
But before he could see her more clearly—
WHOOSH!
Mokou darted around a bend, nearly tripping over her own feet as she hissed:
"Don't look back! Don't EVER look back when you hear that woman!"
Chris blinked up at her. "Why?"
Mokou's eye twitched.
"She's my arch-nemesis."
Chris, earnest: "…Princess?"
"ENEMY princess," Mokou corrected.
Chris made an "Ohhh" face, as if that explained everything.
Behind them, Kaguya remained standing in the path, fanning herself elegantly with her sleeve.
"…Was she running from me?" she murmured.
A small spark of smugness lit her expression.
"Ah. She must have noticed my presence and panicked."
She clasped her hands together proudly. "Well… understandable."
She began walking forward, humming softly, her steps light and graceful.
Chris caught one more glimpse of her before Mokou rounded another corner.
Her face was calm.
Warm.
Strange.
But Mokou's panicked running erased the thought and replaced it with:
Kaguya = dangerous.
Probably bites.
Meanwhile, deeper within Eientei…
A calm stillness hung over the estate, the paper walls basking in soft moonlight. Atop the tiled roof, a lone figure sat with perfect posture—almost statuesque.
Eirin Yagokoro did not need to open her eyes to perceive the distortion in the air.
[Insert image of Eirin Yagokoro]
Her long silver braid shimmered faintly as a breeze passed, her nurse-like cap not moving an inch. She tilted her head minutely, as if listening to something no one else could hear.
Something old.
Something familiar.
Her fingertip rose and quietly pointed toward the direction Mokou had fled.
"Hm…" she breathed, eyes finally opening.
Those dark gray pupils narrowed.
"That power… I haven't felt it since the 11th century."
She lowered her hand slowly.
"How curious. It shouldn't exist anymore."
Her expression remained serene—but the faint chill in the night air suggested otherwise.
Meanwhile, back with Chris…
Chris dangled under Mokou's arm like a shopping bag, bouncing with every step as she sprinted through the bamboo labyrinth.
Everything blurred—trees, shadows, angry princesses.
But to Chris, the real chaos was the voice groaning inside his mind.
'Boy… why is everything spinning?'
Chris blinked twice, then muttered in a tiny voice,
"…Because we running."
With a faint shwoop of magic, the familiar Grimoire materialized beside him, floating upside-down because even it was dizzy. Its single eye swirled like it was about to vomit ink.
Nidhogg's voice rumbled through Chris's head again:
'We are running from a princess?'
Chris nodded solemnly, still dangling like a plushie caught in a typhoon.
"Yes."
A pause.
'…Why?'
The Grimoire bobbed beside him, eye narrowing like it was judging all life choices made in the past five minutes.
Chris shrugged.
"She scary?"
Behind them, very far but not far enough, a polite yet absolutely murderous voice echoed:
"Mokouuuu~ Bring back what you STOLE from me!"
Mokou winced. "I didn't steal anything, you lunatic princess!"
Nidhogg's voice dropped into a deadpan tone.
'…I see we have entered a new circle of madness.'
Mokou kept sprinting, her grip on Chris firm but increasingly chaotic.
The bamboo blurred past in streaks as she yelled:
"WHY IS SHE EVEN AFTER US!?"
Behind them, Kaguya glided—not ran—glided like an elegant murder-swan, her sleeves fluttering in slow motion while the ground under her feet speed-lined like a race track.
"Moooookouuuuuu!
Stop running and RETURN MY BABY!"
Chris blinked.
"…I am baby?"
Mokou wheezed. "NOT LIKE THAT!"
The Grimoire spun in the air like a loosened ceiling fan.
Its single eye snapped open, glaring at Chris.
'Boy. Put. Me. Down.'
'You already down?' Chris said, very helpfully, while dangling like a plushie Mokou forgot to buy.
'I AM ROTATING INTO THE VOID.'
Chris grabbed the spinning book. It kept spinning.
He spun with it.
Now both rotated in Mokou's arms like a malfunctioning helicopter blade.
Mokou: "STOP MOVING YOU TWO—YOU'RE THROWING OFF MY BALANCE!"
Kaguya:
"You can't run forever, Mokou~!"
Mokou:
"I DON'T NEED FOREVER, JUST UNTIL YOU GET LOST!"
Kaguya:
"Impossible. I have—"
She yanked a scroll out of her sleeve.
"THE MAP OF EVERY PLACE THIS FOREST CAN POSSIBLY SHIFT INTO!"
The bamboo forest rearranged itself behind her.
Kaguya surfed the shifting terrain like she was on a cosmic Roomba.
Mokou: "WHO EVEN HAS THAT!?"
Kaguya: "A smart person."
Then
Eirin stepped out from behind a bamboo stalk with PERFECT timing.
Everything stopped.
Mokou froze mid-run.
Kaguya skidded to a stop, feet smoking like brake pads.
The Grimoire stopped spinning and whispered:
"…She scares me more than the princess."
Eirin adjusted her glasses.
"Mokou. Give the child."
Mokou: "NO. He's safe with me—"
Eirin already had the bow drawn.
The world went silent.
Chris slowly raised a hand.
"Hi doctor lady."
Eirin blinked.
"…Why is the 11th-century dragon child here?"
Nidhogg's eye widened.
'…Ah. She remembers.'
Tewi, eating a carrot:
"Wooow.
Today's episode kinda fire."
Eirin had her arrow drawn, the bowstring pulled taut, her eyes sharp and ancient—
the gaze of a lunar sage who had seen empires rise and fall.
And then…
She actually saw Chris.
Like—properly saw him.
The soft, round mochi cheeks.
The tiny, snow-white angel wings.
The big, sparkling blue eyes staring up at her like:
"Hi."
Something snapped.
Not in a dangerous way—
but in the maternal instinct override all logic way.
Eirin froze.
Her bow slipped from her hand.
Her eyes widened.
Her pupils dilated like a cat seeing a laser pointer.
Her thousand-year-old brain said:
"…A threat?"
Her heart said:
"BABY."
Her soul said:
"MUST. PROTECT."
All her centuries of wisdom, her prestige, her dignity as one of the greatest sages of the moon…
Instantly fled her body.
She crouched down, trembling, hands shaking like she just discovered the cure for grief.
In a whisper—soft, breathless—
"…Mokou…
Give. Me. The. Child."
Mokou blinked. "…Eirin? Why are you crying?"
"I am NOT crying," Eirin said, wiping tears.
Then she saw the wings again.
More tears.
Kaguya leaned in. "Doctor, what's wrong?"
Eirin pointed at Chris, voice breaking:
"HE'S… HE'S SO STUPIDLY CUTE…"
The Grimoire whispered:
"…We have lost her."
Kaguya gasped sharply.
"WAIT—LET ME SEE."
Eirin covered Chris like he was a rare artifact.
"Back OFF, princess. I saw him first."
Mokou: "STOP TRYING TO STEAL THE BABY!"
Reisen walked in, saw the scene, and whispered:
"…I am too sober for this."
Eirin lunged forward again, fingers flexing like talons of a hawk.
"Mokou. Give. Me. The. Child.
For medical examination.
For safety.
For scientific study.
For hugging."
"THE LAST ONE ISN'T A VALID REASON!" Mokou barked, shoving Eirin's face away with her palm.
"It absolutely is," Eirin growled, trying to pry Mokou's arm open with ancient lunar combat strength.
Kaguya, meanwhile, was circling around them like a boss fight AI looking for an opening.
"Let me see him! Just one look!"
She stretched her hands out like a toddler reaching for a plushie.
Mokou jerked away. "NO. You stay back!"
"You're so mean! He's in my forest, so he's my responsibility, therefore—"
Kaguya puffed up proudly,
"—my baby."
Mokou stared at her.
"You didn't even know he existed five minutes ago."
"That's irrelevant!" Kaguya snapped. "Property rights exist!"
Eirin hissed. "Kaguya, you're claiming a CHILD like he's a teacup."
"He's cuter than a teacup," Kaguya answered honestly.
Meanwhile…
From above…
A tiny spark of madness—literally—flew in.
Clownpiece, wings blazing in star-spangled chaos, dove for Chris like a falcon.
"Mission! Mission! Lady Junko said 'Go get the tiny winged boy!' So I—"
And then—
WHAM.
Three towering waves of killing intent, maternal instinct, and territorial energy collided like a nuclear shockwave.
It was not one force, but three:
Eirin's Lunar Medical Authority
Mokou's Immortal Guardian Instinct
Kaguya's Princess Territorial Claiming Instinct
The energies hit Clownpiece like she flew into a truck made of judgment.
Her pupils shrank.
Her wings spasmed.
She flew backward like a slapped cartoon character.
"KYAAAA—!"
crash
She pinballed off three bamboo stalks and spiraled out of the forest.
Somewhere in the sky:
"LADY JUNKO I'M SORRY I FAILED—!!"
Silence.
Back in the forest, Eirin dusted her hands.
"Anyway," she said, stepping toward Mokou again, "hand him over."
"No," Mokou growled, hugging Chris like a football.
Kaguya grabbed her sleeve. "MY TURN FIRST!"
Chris, still being held like a plushie in a tornado of chaos, simply raised his little plushies.
"Play?"
Three immortal beings froze.
Immediately.
Instantly.
Like NPCs receiving a new quest prompt.
Kaguya: "OKAY I'LL PLAY WITH YOU."
Eirin: "Playtime is excellent for a child's cognitive development."
Mokou: "No one plays with him except me, get back!"
And the chase began again.
To be continued
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