~Tomoe X Reader: Book One~

22. Renewal

You tucked a stray strand of your hair back into place, narrowing your eyes at your two familiars.

"But..."

Your eyes flicked over the disaster that the shrine had became.

"Me choosing a winner and ranking for both of you has nothing to do with the mess you have made. It's your responsibility to clean all this up."

Mizuki finally found his voice. "...or what?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

You tilted your chin up a bit, lips curling into a smirk.

"I'll leave that to your imagination~!"

You paused, then narrowed your eyes yet again, and finally stooped down to pick a broom off of the floor, spinning it over to Mizuki, where the shikigami barely caught it.

"Mizuki, start checking around the house to figure out if any of the thrown electronics still work, and then right all of the overturned furniture."

You pointed towards Tomoe, before gesturing to the far wall, where knives and utensils were stabbed into it like some type of ritual.
They had obviously been thrown with a lot of force, some knives buried in so deep that only their handles protruded, the blades completely out of sight.

"Tomoe, deal with those. I doubt I have the strength to pull them out of the wall."

You clapped your hands. "I'm going to see what the hell I'm going to do about the bathroom. How did you two cave in the roof, anyways?"

Tomoe and Mizuki had both stood up, and Tomoe had leaned against the wall, pulled out his pipe, and started smoking right in the middle of the living room, while Mizuki stared at his shoes. There was a few moments of awkward silence.
"...I'll be doing that. Both of you, please start cleaning."
Tomoe sighed, smoke curling from his mouth and twisting around him. "You're not going to order us?"
You rubbed your temples, then twisted your watch down to your wrist where it was supposed to be.

"I have faith you'll eventually get along. That, or I kick one of you out."

***

The bathroom was a complete mess.
In the far right corner of the ceiling, the wooden boards were splintered and torn, making a large section of the corner fall out and crash near the sink. It had released torn chunks of insulation into the large empty bathtub, along with a white dust that coated everything.

You sighed heavily into the scarf wrapped around your mouth, wishing that the inside of the shrine wasn't so modern for once, so that the insulation wasn't so somehow up-to-date. That insulation foam would be a big hassle to clean.
Not to mention a bit deadly.
The fibers in insulation are like strands of glass woven together, and breathing particles in would be the equivalent of inhaling tiny needles with barbs.
Tiny little knives slicing up the inside of your lungs, and they never deteriorate.

Yay.

You tightened the scarf around your mouth and the door behind you, worrying that Mizuki or Tomoe got a lungful of this stuff, then started scooping the larger chunks of insulation into a large garbage bag you had brought with you.

This entire shrine was under heavy spells or enchantments or whatever the term was, made into the perfect house to its god but a regular shrine to regular mortals, but yet it still didn't clean itself, and was only mocking an old traditional living space, when really it had outlets and insulation and a kitchen with all sorts of devices.
You skimmed your eyes over the layer of dust over just about everything, now that all the largest pieces of pink fluff had been collected.