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Yeah, I stole the whole thing pretty shamelessly.
Keine has an epic drinking night. The next day, EVERYTHING IS DIFFERENT (and completely screwed up).
(This one's gonna be a multi-parter)
"Ugh..."
Keine opens her eyes, and immediately regrets it. She quickly adds the gift of sight and being born to her list of regrets as the headache pounds through her skull. She rolls over, trying to turn from the light, and buries her face in someone's soft shoulder. She considers the situation carefully. On one hand, it's difficult to breathe. On the other hand, if if she could get Mokou to go get her something for this headache, perhaps the world wasn't such an awful place after all.
"Your poking my shoulder, dear," says the owner of the shoulder, whose voice is most certainly not Mokou's. Keine sits up straight, and instantly regrets the action as the sensation of faeries hammering nails inside her skull redoubles, accompanied by a wave of nausea. Still she forces her eyes open, and looks down upon a green-eyed, green-haired woman, wearing nothing but the sleepy smile she beams at Keine. Almost as an afterthought, Keine realized her own state of undress.
"Yuka?" Keine says in a small voice, has her aching mind tries and refuses to race.
"Mmm," says Yuka. "That was the best anniversary ever. ...Keine, hon? Are you okay? You look terrible."
When one dabbles into history often enough, one comes to recognize certain signs that it have been altered. With such experience, Keine is able to leap past the "What are you doing in my bed!" realization without saying something that might upset Yuka. The mention of an anniversary is terrible unsettling, but she manages to power past it as well. Instead, she settles upon saying: "I...don't even remember which anniversary it was...Oh god, my head."
"You just lay there, baby," says Yuka as she climbs out of bed and gently pats Keine's head. Keine winces at the familiar gesture, then hopes it Yuka will mistake it for aggravating her headache. Yuka doesn't protest, instead saying. "I'll go get you something. Just hang tight."
As the flower Youkai departs, Keine sinks back down into bed and puts her thoughts together as well as she can. Something happened. Was this a hangover? Why the hell did she get drunk? Keine tries to think back. Mokou came over yesterday, they went to town together. And then...and then...
...And then she woke up next to the flower youkai, whom, judging from the smell of the bed, had a been one half of a fling that left one of them very satisfied last night.
Oh hell.
Keine groans. So, apparently, she ended up with Yuka in this timeline. Alright. So far, so good. That's a basis. So maybe she just changed something about Yuka's past, or her own? That shouldn't be too hard to fix. And, at least, she hadn't made an enemy of Yuka. Did she have enemies now? That would be a problem.
"Here you go, kitten," comes Yuka's voice, thankfully muted, as she enters the bedroom. Walking over to Keine, she offers a curious green concoction in a glass.
"What is it?" Keine asks, eying it suspiciously. It helps take her mind off the fact that Yuka had yet to get dressed.
"Just a remedy. Don't worry, it'll take care of that headache no problems."
"Well, okay," says Keine, then takes a tentative drink. The liquid is oddly thick, almost but not quite a paste. Cool, and oddly sweet. Aside from clinging to her teeth, Keine quietly admits it's not all that bad. "Sweet," she says, before taking a drink.
"I always add a little honey for my honey," says Yuka with a grin, as she climbs back into bed.
Keine tries not to think anything of it, and fails spectacularly. "Um," she says. "I know it's not very nice, especially after this, but could you put something on?"
Yuka grins. "Oh, am I getting you all bothered again?"
"Yes," says Keine. "It's making the headache worse."
"Well, you should have thought of that before you tossed my clothes out the window last night," says Yuka, still grinning. "'We won't be needing these anymore', you said. So passionate, too. Got my motor purring like you wouldn't believe, honey. You should do that more often!"
Keine frowns. "Oh." She finishes her drink to avoid having to deal with following that up. Her headache did feel a little bit better now, she had to admit. It didn't hurt to look in the direction of light anymore.
"Feeling better?" Yuka says.
Keine nods. "Yeah, it's working great. Thank you. I'm impressed, really."
"Oh you're always impressed." Yuka shakes her head. "You'd think you'd get used to it after half a decade. You little flatterer, you." She shifts closer to Keine. "Do keep it up..."
"I'm hung over, Yuka," says Keine, doing her best not shift away from the youkai. It's not really Yuka's fault, she thinks everything is supposed to be like this. Not to mention offending Yuka, of all people, might be messy. "At least let me get over that."
"We'll be sticking to proper mead from now on, then," says Yuka. "If that sake stuff gets to your head that badly."
"I can't even remember what we did yesterday," Keine says. "Could you remind me?"
"Alright," says Yuka, as she takes Keine's arm into her own. Keine closes her eyes, trying to pretend it doesn't exist. "You sent the kids out early, of course."
"We have kids?!"
Yuka laughs, long and hard. It is practically the perfect cackle. "Oh, but that was perfect, love!" Yuka says, suddenly leaning over and kissing Keine on the cheek. Keine does it best not to wince. "The kids at school! Though...if you really want a few for ourselves, well...I'll think about it, okay?" She winks. Keine wishes, direly, she knew Yuka well enough to know if that is supposed to be a joke. "You let school out earlier, and we went over to see a play at Eientei. I don't think they ever named it. Something about a crazy sailor and a giant animal she wanted to take obsessive revenge on. So much swearing. Then we went to Mystia's restaurant, she even reserved our favorite booth for us! We had dinner, the best steaks she had to serve, and I think you must have hit the sake a little hard. Then we came home, and, well, you tossed our clothes out the window. I don't think we've ever done it three times in a night before. It was magical. If only the moon were full..."
Keine nods as Yuka describes the life of someone else. Three times? Wow... So Mystia as a proper restaurant now. That's going to make things harder. Eientei was still having plays, that's one thing the same. Good, good. "So...we do have other clothes, right?" says Keine.
"Well, yes, pookie," says Yuka, "But what fun is that?"
****
Eventually, Keine feels well enough to get out of bed. It is not an easy task with Yuka watching, the smile on her lips revealing her thoughts on Keine's state of undress. Nor is it easy to cope with Yuka's laughter at her blushing. She goes to the bathroom, bushing her hair and cleaning herself off with the basis there. Looking in the mirror, she's placed to note nothing is awry with her appearance. Those were always the worst ones, that means someone's heredity got messed with, and a whole new chain of causality always comes from that sort of thing. And there was the story of the hakutaku who ended up an oni...
She heads to the kitchen, and is pleasantly surprised to find Yuka at the stove, and a stack of pancakes at her seat. She also notices a number of hanging flower baskets have been added to the usual decor. There were a few in the bathroom as well, now that she thinks about it. There could be worse things added around. Glancing out the window, she notes most of the front lawn is now a flower garden. It's a little ostentatious for her tastes, but there is a kind of charm to it.
"I've been thinking," says Yuka, as she sits down at the table with her own stack of pancakes and starts to apply honey to them, "What I said earlier?"
"Hmm?" asks Keine. A lot of things had been said earlier.
"I think I'd actually like to have some kids. That sounds, just so nice, don't you think?"
(BONUS CONTENT!
<PurvisHasLeftThisTimestream> @choose Option K or Option Y
<Keine> PurvisHasLeftThisTimestream: I choose...Option Y! ^_^V
<PurvisHasLeftThisTimestream> *So be it.*
Option K was Kanako.)
