The Lone Shrine Maiden's Wish

Chapter 4: A Second Friend

Author's Note: Hello again, this is a fun story. 

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The afternoon sun beamed down upon the Gensokyo Park, warming those who bask in the sunlight and chilly winds.

Reimu with a fully belly of delicious food could fight off her fatigue no longer, ending up napping against the tree she and Yukari sat up against, her head falling on Yukari's shoulder and her right arm grasping Yukari's arm out of instinct.

Yukari held her fan in her left hand, smiling smugly down at Reimu while wafting herself.

The Youkai had no problem with her greatest foe napping against her. In fact, she appeared quite cute the girl. To see such a gentle, peaceful sleeping face gave Yukari an interesting experience and feeling. 

"How gentle she appears when taken by fatigue. Does she return home each night after her Youkai-hunting trips just as tired, but with less happiness in her soul?" Yukari thought to herself, smiling upon the unconscious body of the shrine maiden.

"Perhaps she best sleep in a private place." Yukari thought once more. She closed her fan and hid it back in her dress then put her own hat on. With an arm under Reimu's knees and around her back, Yukari picked up Reimu gently, being careful as to not wake the woman. With but a thought she opened a gap and brought herself through to the Hakurei Shrine once more.

"Sorry, Hakurei, if you don't like Youkai magic. Buuuut, Little Ray-moo needs a comfortable spot to rest." Yukari whispered to the possibly-not-real god Hakurei, to which Reimu dedicated her entire life to. 

The Youkai stepped into the shrine, going to the back and seeing the room Reimu lived in. She paused, shocked.

It was such a mess! Her greatest opponent LIVED like this? It was worse than Yukari's room, and she barely did anything!

"Geez..." Yukari sighed. "You're a handful, aren't you?" Yukari smirked down at the sleeping Reimu and walked over to the bed, setting Reimu down and pulling the covers over her. A comfortable bed in a familiar place. Once tucked in Yukari looked around the room.

Since Yukari stared at the entrance to the room, the wall behind her and to her right were the solid parts of the temple while the wall in front of her and to her left were made of paper. Similar to a square of glass in between bits of metal, plastic, or otherwise, the paper was between bits of polished dark wood with a sliding door, as tradition in Japanese temples. 

Around the room were scattered clothes, ritualistic items, food wrappers and socks. It seemed evident to Yukari that Reimu was a very sad person as she barely had the energy to even clean her own room.

"My my, Reimu. What would Hakurei say if he both existed and saw the mess you had so close to his shrine?" Her mouth made a 'tsk tsk' noise of disapproval. 

"For you, my little devil, I'll aid." 

For once in her life Yukari decided to pick up the wrappers and clothing, throwing out the waste and folding dirty laundry, keeping it neatly away from the spare uniforms Reimu kept. It seems Reimu had no other clothing besides her shrine maiden uniforms.

"You have quite the poor taste in fashion, Reimu. A few new clothes, maybe a cute yukata and a sundress would do you well." Yukari said in a light-hearted way, picking up the dirty ones and folding them for the dirty pile.

"I may fold your things, but I'm not washing them." Her generosity had limits, of course.

After a while, the room finally appeared clean. Yukari could walk more than three steps without her foot getting touched by something that wasn't the ground. No more wrappers and strung-about dirty laundry, just a neat room. Maybe the sheets on Reimu's bed could use a bit of changing, but as Reimu was currently using the bed there was no point in making it with her in it.