Sister of the Devil

Compiling to guide her back into a waking state, Futo’s lids peel back groggily.

"…?"

Wisps of blond cover her vision, a chilling sensation to her chest. Moving her gaze aside reveals more about her situation: The ocean, the sand, colored ornaments reflecting the moon’s light. Wait… 

Picking her head up now so she can fully assess her condition. It becomes clear she’s being carried, carried by the very girl who rendered her in such a state. Disgust fills her stomach, to be so near this devil child, this demon. She opens her mouth to speak but doing so brings remembrance of the pain she’s in. Cringing, closing her mouth, then opening it to try again, Futo attempts to address her.

“Oi…Put me down…”

Her train of thought was cut off as the toy- maybe she should call her a person?- woke up. Flandre didn't understand why Futo wanted to be put down. She couldn't move, could she? So why would she want to be put down? Feeling Futo's head rest back on Flandre's shoulder again confirmed that Futo did not even have enough strength to get off of Flandre's shoulders.

Did that explain her strength? That very strength that approached Futo, cooed with childish vigor, grabbing her throat in such ferocity that contrasted it. The shikaisen grunts as her air flow is threatened, though it becomes the least of her worries as Flandre actually starts to move her. Or play, as she’d so affectionately call it.

To the tree and back, and back, and back again does her face forcefully mash, bark and dirt tainting blood now flowing freely from split flesh. It’s too much, even for Futo, and she just cannot hold up to Flandre’s might.

A rush of disappointment and childish sadness overtook Flandre as she stopped slamming Futo into the tree. She stopped applying pressure to her throat as well, checking to see if there was any response. None. Guess she wasn't just pretending to be asleep. Frowning deeply in disappointment, Flandre simply threw the limp body of her now broken toy somewhere to her side.

Slowly walking over to the limp body, she nudged it a few times to check if she was really out cold. Yep, no response. Flandre sighed and crouched down next to the shikaisen and slapped her face around a bit in an attempt to wake her up, provided she was even alive. Standing back up, Flandre gently picked up Futo and started to carry her in a piggy back position. If her toy was asleep, she might as well be gentle with it until it woke up.

And then she notices it. The trademark tell-tall fangs protruding from the child’s smile, pointed and dangerous. Her view is quickly brought away from the image of Flandre’s face as she’s maneuvered one way then jerked forward to be tossed through the air. 

" - ! “

Out of shock, a loud yell ascends from the shikaisen’s throat in panic, quickly stopped short as she smashes into a tree. Tumbling to the ground, hair riddled with leaves and face covered with bark. Warmth descends down her forehead, liquid insides spilling out from the wound she endured.

Her head spins with stars dancing in her vision as she attempts to look up, squinting towards her assailant.

“Wha…? What…”

When Flandre arrived in front of the still struggling to stand Futo, a frown appeared on her face. Indeed, it seemed like she had already broken her new toy. She always did this whenever she got any new toys. She never knew how to hold back and always ended up breaking them before she had any fun at all.

"Oh, you don't know what I am? I'm a vampire...I thought everyone knew that. Or maybe it's cause I'm not my sister is why you don't know..." It was true, many people didn't even know that Flandre existed. Almost everyone knew about her sister though, she was known far and wide.

Looking back at the shikaisen, it seemed as if she had managed to stand back up, although very shakily. This brought a slight smile back to Flandre's face. So she wasn't completely broken yet? That means she could have a bit more fun with her until she was. 

A sharp, short breath is taken as that soft voice pipes up from behind her. Mocking her. How did she get there? When? 

Nevertheless Futo whips around, vying for another attack by way of fist that, of course, does not connect with anything but the night’s damp air. This would repeat again and again, the shikaisen tirelessly throwing her all into trying to attack this, this thing. This demonic child, whatever it was, too quick for even her.

“Enough of this tomfoolery!” She finally calls, jaw clenched with frustration as another futile attack misses.

Shifting her weight immediately to her back foot Futo juts her elbow out behind her with force, hoping to catch the gremlin in her tracks. By a stroke of luck or power she at last feels the satisfaction of a colliding touch, elbow sinking into the little girl’s face.

"Hah — !”

"Hehe, thanks for finally trying~! Now I can try, too!" As she ended her sentence she reached out a hand at a lightning quick speed, grabbing the collar of the shikaisen with an iron grip and slowly raises her up from the ground. Grin still plastered on her face, Flandre stared into the others eyes before bringing her arm back and throwing Futo as hard as she can towards a nearby tree.

Her footsteps across the grounds are all the sound she hears on top of a distant ocean’s roar. It was… relaxing, at least for a brief moment. The moon atop shone brightly as if it was putting all its strength into glowing that night. Quietly, she’d tell herself to learn from its example.

Her trajectory leads into the park, where Futo decides it might be time to turn back but is stopped short by an unexpected voice calling out to her. Turning her head to the source of sound, she finds herself staring into two striking ruby reds of a small girl.

A child? Out so late and by their lonesome? Gaze shifts from the child’s eyes to the rest of her; a red dress, frilly hat, two long appendages with colored ornaments hanging off of it, glistening bright colors in the reflected moonlight. Nose scrunching at the strange sight, Futo feels her shoulders tense immediately.

Did you come to play with me? I hope you did, because even if you didn’t I’m not letting you get away…

An eerie thing to say dripping from a grin so twisted with childish exaltation. Was this some sort of youkai? She’d not yet seen the teeth. Whatever the case, a sinking feeling in her gut told her this child was trouble.

"Hoh. Is that so, child…" 

Easily avoiding the knee to the face, Flandre quickly stepped behind Futo, almost faster than the eye could see. If the girl couldn't actually keep up with her strength, Flandre thought that she might as well tease her and have a little fun before she fights back. After appearing behind Futo, Flandre giggled a little and tapped her on the shoulder before yet again stepping behind her, avoiding any attack she might have thrown.

"I’m not really sure where we are or what’s going on, but it’s really nice out here! I wish it wasn’t as bright but there’s so much fresh air and so much space to run around in that I don’t really mind." Remilia’s question confused Flandre for a second. Not in Gensokyo? Then where were they? Flandre had never been beyond the boundary of the Scarlet Devil Mansion so she just assumed she had gotten outside into Gensokyo somehow.

"There are many things I need to teach you, dear sister. As far as I know, we’re trapped in a school of some sorts. There is indeed a world outside of Gensokyo’s border, though if we’re there or somewhere else, I’m not sure…" Remilia replied. She figured she would leave the “mutual killing” part out. She didn’t want to give Flandre any ideas. Death would not be an issue, anyway, even without their powers. They were vampires. 

She was also glad to hear Flandre would stay with her. It was more for keeping her safe than to be her company, though with the circumstances as they were, she wouldn’t mind spending time with her sister if they could find something that would be fun for them both. 

"A...school? What's that? I've never heard of that before..." It was true. Everything she knew had been taught to her by her sister, so she had never heard or been to a school before in her life. She wouldn't need to if her sister was the one teaching her, after all. 

Flandre's mind drifted to what else was on this island. What was there to do here? What people were there to meet? She hoped that she could stay close to Remilia and not drift off, but that didn't seem like a very high possibility.  This island was so big it would be hard to stay with one person the whole time, especially when someone as curious as Flandre was the person trying to stick with someone.

Flandre wasn’t exactly sure where to go. There were so may places to go and so many things to do that she just decided to wander around aimlessly until she ran into someone who looked fun. She found herself wondering to the park area of the island and decided to look for someone instead of just wandering around. She searched around and didn’t find anyone until she looked at the tree.

Blue hair, white dress, bat wings bigger than the person themselves. They were even drinking tea! Excitement welled up in her chest when she figured out who it was. Sister! She was so excited to see her sister on this unknown island before seeing anyone else.  Caught up in as much excitement as she was, Flandre cast aside her parasol and sprinted towards where Remilia was sitting. When Flandre reached Remilia she went from a sprint into a tackling hug.

Remilia was startled by the sudden tackle, but took it in stride. She stood up and brushed herself off. 

"Glad to see you too," she said with a smile. 

She felt a surprising wave of relief wash over her as she realized her sister was safe. The feeling was a bit unfamiliar to her. It wasn’t that she didn’t care for her sister— in fact, it was the opposite. It was just that the two didn’t spend much time together, and Remilia even forgot about the existence of Flandre at times. Her sister’s appearance in such a desolate situation made Remilia realize that Flandre’s safety was important to her and that she did value her company. 

Though as the gravity of the situation fell upon her, Remilia realized it would be quite worrisome to have Flandre wander freely. It would also be troublesome to have to keep watch over her all the time. Flandre knew nothing of the outside world of Gensokyo, let alone a place unfamiliar to even Remilia herself. Still, Flandre did respect Remilia, so getting her to listen would not be a problem at least. Since there was no other option, Remilia would have to become her teacher and guardian, unless she could find another person adequate enough. The matter of finding food concerned her as well. Flandre was never trained on how to attack a human, and with her power would probably end up killing them instead.

For the time being, Remilia decided she would spend the rest of the day with her sister, though she knew it would end up being a much longer time. She had a few questions to ask, anyway, and there were matters to discuss.

"I'm not really sure where we are or what's going on, but it's really nice out here! I wish it wasn't as bright but there's so much fresh air and so much space to run around in that I don't really mind." Remilia's question confused Flandre for a second. Not in Gensokyo? Then where were they? Flandre had never been beyond the boundary of the Scarlet Devil Mansion so she just assumed she had gotten outside into Gensokyo somehow.

Like a child who’s toys had been taken away from them, Remilia felt upset at having her life suddenly whisked away from her for more unfavorable conditions. Her castle, her maid, her sense of superiority and power were lost for the time being and Remilia could hardly stand it. She felt weak and lost in this strange school, yet at the same time, part of it intrigued her. If there was no means of escape for now, she decided she should try to make the best of it. There was still the danger of being murdered of course, but Remilia felt more annoyed than afraid, even without her danmaku abilities. There were people to talk to and things to do, which made her situation endurable, she supposed. 

She found the park to be the most enjoyable place on the island, and spent her time alone sitting under the trees drinking tea and viewing the scenery. On this particular day, her mind wandered with thoughts the residents of the mansion. She was sure Sakuya would be diligent as ever and keep things running in her place. The others would likely follow her as well. She wondered how her sister was doing without her. 

It was then she saw a flash of movement from the corner of her eye. Red dress, blonde hair, rainbow wings. It was undeniable who had showed up to see her. Remilia was a bit surprised to see someone else from Gensokyo show up, let alone the younger Scarlet whom she had been just thinking about, but it was a pleasant surprise nonetheless. 

Flandre wasn't exactly sure where to go. There were so may places to go and so many things to do that she just decided to wander around aimlessly until she ran into someone who looked fun. She found herself wondering to the park area of the island and decided to look for someone instead of just wandering around. She searched around and didn't find anyone until she looked at the tree.

Blue hair, white dress, bat wings bigger than the person themselves. They were even drinking tea! Excitement welled up in her chest when she figured out who it was. Sister! She was so excited to see her sister on this unknown island before seeing anyone else.  Caught up in as much excitement as she was, Flandre cast aside her parasol and sprinted towards where Remilia was sitting. When Flandre reached Remilia she went from a sprint into a tackling hug.