How do you handle Flandre? I recall hearing you take her for a walk and games now and then, but isn't that irresponsible, given her... Disposition and mental state?
“Well, yer ears ain’t trickin’ you thus far, at least. I do visit the Scarlet Devil Mansion every Wednesday to play a bit with that lonely, locked up kid, since I ain’t really one to approve of such heavy handed methods to handle her… Specific characteristics. Now, I ain’t gonna be the one t’say “Ooh, that darned Remilia, doin’ that to a poor child!”, ‘cause I can definitely see her standin’ in this, and hell, I approve of the containment methods exercised, but I ain’t see her trying to fix the damn problem beyond sweepin’ it under a rug. Now, you may be thinkin’, “Mokou, this doesn’t concern you at all”, and you are right, but you forgot to account for what I think, and what I think is that you should go to the nearest pantheon of phalli, and suck every last one of them, and lastly, that no kiddo deserves to be locked in a freakin’ panic chamber just ‘cause of somethin’ they are born with… That…”
"Mother, why can’t I go out with Father, Muchimaro and Umakai? Why do we have to stay here? Why does Father hate us and makes it seem like we don’t exist…?”
“Mokou… One day, you will understand, but it’s nothing to concern you with for now, alright, sweetie? It will be ok… We are together, right? We have our fun, we don’t need your brothers or sisters to have ourselves a good time. We’ll be allowed out of this manse one day, sweetie, and until then, just do your best in your tutoring… One day…”
“Ok, mother… Don’t leave me alone in here, please…”
“Shhhh, Mokou… I will never leave my beloved daughter. Our world right now might be small… But at least it’s not lonely, right?”
“…That just does not sit well with me at all.”
There was a bit of an awkward, dense silence for half a minute before the immortal opened her mouth again.
“So! I tried a couple of things, and some worked, some didn’t. When I learned of her, I went to check what the fuss was, one thing led to another, and that’s a story for another time altogether, but it ended up becomin’ some sorta tradition, you feel me? Naturally, I tried to take it a step further, but Flandre, uhhh…”
“Mokou, look! That guy looks pretty weak! Let’s play with him!”
“Nope~ Oi oi, don’t go forgettin’ the terms to our agreement: I break you out of that toolshed your sister calls a mansion for a nice afternoon walk, you do everythin’ I say. You can only play with strong people, that guy don’t got an ounce of strength to him, geddit?”
“Mmmm, I think so! But, look next to him, that’s a snake! I am going to help him instead! Hiyaaa!”
“W-woah!? The ground next to me just exploded?!”
“Oi, Flandre! Jeez… We are going back home now.”
“Freakin’ runt… See, the thing with her, it ain’t that she’s insane or whatever, she honestly doesn’t mean bad as much as she doesn’t really think anythin’ o’ humans, or other people, really. Unless you win her respect, she is sorta completely uncarin’. More than four hundred years locked in that shitty prison will do that to a mind, but I do believe there is hope for her. She’s pretty book smart, and just really lacks real life experience, see? She’s got more energy than she knows what to do with, is the thing. But, fear not!”
“I, Mokou of the Fujiwara, have devised a foolproof method that allows me to take her out to see Gensokyo, and even visit the Human Village, guaranteed to be danger-free! My method is…!”
— Some days ago, at the Human Village… —
It was just a normal afternoon at the Human Village. The sounds of the rickshaw wheels provided that domestic ambiance this varied and colorful village is known for, with humans and a few Youkai walking by peacefully, the teacher, Keine, walking on her way to school, and a vampire with a magnificent moustache browsing the sweets shop.
H-hold on… What? That was obviously Flandre Scarlet wearing some dumb props, but what was she doing, unsupervised, in the Human Village?! Keine instantly got on guard, prepared to fight tooth and nail to protect the village if she had to, when…
"Hmhm, I say, Nicholas, those sweet rolls look appetizing, don’t you think?”
“Why, indeed, Baron Sheldermine! Only the finest of methods and ingredients have gone to it, very well chosen, sir! As expected of you!”
“Hah! No need to praise me, my good Chester! It is only natural that a regent such as myself has a good eye for these things! Otherwise, I wouldn’t be in my position! Say, that toy horse over there… Such a magma… Magenta… Mismagius…”
“Yes! Magnanimous! Such a magnanimous make! It was clearly crafted by a master artisan of Ireland!”
“…Oi, you two… What exactly… Are you doing? Mokou, what is the meaning of this? Why is Flandre unleashed and about in the Human Village? Have you gone crazy at last, again?”
A sharp glare possessed the crimson eyes of the Scarlet like demons drenched in sacrificial blood.
“Such insolence to refer to me and my butler in such a way! Why, feast upon manure, knave! Death penalty to you, who would cast such words towards—”
“Baron Sheldermine, if I may, a good Baron knows forgiveness, for they must be prepared to deal with even the most ignorant of peasants, however temperamental they may be.”
“You are right! You are right, my good Nicholas. You, the weird hatted woman, with my enormous heart, I forgive you! Such is the task of a Baron! Hohoho! Let’s go, Nicholas! I think I spied an art shop over there, I am almost out of crayons!”
“…Nicholas, was it? Mind telling me what is going on now? And how are you doing such a good job at this butler nonsense?”
"I’ll explain later, just go along now. And, of course I can do this properly. Don’t underestimate my royal blood, Keine! A royal knows what a royal needs and wants. Anyways, go along now, it’ll be fine, I got this under control. On my way, Baron Sheldermine! I shall join you verily!”
“My method is… Playing roles! Yes! Though over four hundred, and almost five hundred years of age, Flandre is fundamentally a child, due to the lack of emotional growth. She is, as far as maturity is concerned, still a child in many aspects. Children love playin’ games and usin’ their imagination, so I told her about how Barons used to command a lot of respect in the past. Since she is from France, if I have my facts right, I dug up some of the books some Jesuits I met years ago gifted me, and I found some stuff pertainin’ the French. Basically, we roleplay somethin’ she finds fun, and that way, I can make sure she won’t harm anyone, because Flandre takes stayin’ in character very seriously! I picked a Western motif to help her feel more at ease, given she no doubt misses her homeland, and is trapped in this weird, alien Eastern world that she doesn’t really know yet. Through this, we can go around the Human Village without a hitch!”
Mokou is many things, but let it never be said she doesn’t care for children.
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