Hospital Gensokyo

[Kyouko_Kasodani]

Note for the weak-hearted... there is blood in this story. And death. Just putting it out there.

A series about the mental hospital Gensokyo, and how their patients came to be. Uhh...feel free to comment. I do like my daily dose of constrictive critisism.

BTW, I also know it's called 'Hospital Gensokyo' but that title has a double meaning

Flandre Scarlet's account
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Flandre found herself sitting on a beautiful chair. The hall expanded to the horizon, farther than she could see. Stunning shades of red and gold glittered on the banners and carpets that furnished the grand room. Stain glass windows sparkled, the kaleidoscopic light pouring onto the polished granite floor. Far above, a crystal chandelier glittered, brighter than the sun. Maids wandered the room, cleaning the windows, pushing carts, and simply greeting each other cheerfully as they tended to their jobs.

Flandre’s long blond hair was neatly kept in a side ponytail. Her clothes were the royal scarlet robes fit for a queen.

The room smelled faintly of vanilla. Flandre straightened her back as a maid walked up to the throne, delicately handing her steaming cup of tea. Instead of the normal black color she was accustom with, the drink was bright red. Neverless, Flandre brought the cup up to drink it, the steam- no smoke, making her choke...

“Gyah!”

Flandre choked on the smoke that was clogging her throat. She opened her eyes, the air a hazy gray, the smoke burning the inside of her throat. Her eyes stung and she coughed.

A-a fire?

Flandre waved her hand in front of her face, hacking and coughing. She scrambled out of her bed, rolling off and hitting the floor with a soft thud.

Now she could see much better. Above her, the smoke obscured her vision. She pressed against the carpet, crawling over to the door. She scratched at the wood desperately, trying to grab the edge and push it open. Finally, she simply slammed her hand against the panel and the door creaked open.

Now that she was in the hallway, Flandre could see that there was, indeed, a fire. Orange flames licked the walls, burning the red paint away and sprinkling black ashes on the floor. The smoke was getting lower, only a foot above her head.

“Remilia? Sakuya?”

Flandre yelled for her sister and maid. Distantly, she heard the cry of “Sis!”

“Remilia? Where are you?”

“Over here! Sakuya has me!”

Flandre sighed in relief. Her arms were beginning to sting, and she could smell smoke coming off of herself. Remilia and Sakuya were okay, which only left-

Oh. Oh god, no.

She had completely forgot about her parents. In a daze, Flandre scrambled up and ran in the direction of her parent’s room, completely ignoring Remilia’s cries, the fire burning her dress, or the smoke choking her. She paid no heed to the door, choosing to blast it open with a well- placed kick.

“Mother? Fath-“

Flandre stopped mid-sentence. The fire was even worse in here, burning everything in the room, except for two figures that lay on the carpet. Blood splattered the white carpet deep crimson. Her parents both had knives embed in their chest, their clothes drenched in the horrid scarlet liquid.

“No...”

Flandre sank to her knees. She touched the lifeless flesh that was once her mother’s arm. It was cold under the strong grip of her hands.

“Mother! Answer me!”

Flandre shook her mother’s dead body, hoping for a response. The smoke spiraled down to reach her , forming a horrible mouth and eyes.

“I told you to be more careful, Flandre”

Her mother’s voice echoed in the back of her mind. Pieces of wood fell from the ceiling and burned her back, the pain almost unbearable, but Flandre stared at the two corpses before her eyes. The smoky mouth twisted into a horrid grin.

“You see, Flandre? You forgot to blow out the candles downstairs, and now look what’s happened. Your parents are dead, and your beloved manor is on fire. It's your fault”

Flandre felt like she was drifting away from reality. Her voice echoed across her mind, repeating one thing.

myfaultmyfaultmyfaultikilledthemandnowit’smyfaultM YFAULT

IT’S MY FAULT

I KILLED THEM

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Cirno Irnovestri's account
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It was cold.

Even the most ignorant idiots could tell that it was freezing outside, especially Cirno.

She slammed her fists onto the door, her fingers numbing, desperately trying to get back inside. No response. Her father was somewhere inside the house, ignoring her, letting her take her punishment.
Her father. Cirno’s mother had died after giving birth to her, and her father, devastated, turned to alcohol. He had made his own daughter his maid, and when Cirno did something wrong, she got in trouble.

What had she done to deserve this? She had only forgotten to wash the dishes, a minor mistake, and her father, red-face and slurred, had grabbed her by her neck and thrown her outside before locking the door. He was probably downing another beer while she thought. It was nighttime, which meant nobody would be up and about, and very cold outside. All she had was a thin, blue dress to keep her warm, and no shoes.

Cirno studied the little thermometer outside. The number read -35. There was a painful feeling in her legs, like they were sore. She couldn’t even feel the cold of the snow under her feet anymore.

If Cirno’s dad wasn’t going to let her inside, Cirno could always try to find someone else to stay with. But everyone was asleep at this hour, except for one person...

Cirno hopped down the stone steps and began dashing across the snow-covered street. White flakes drifted from the sky and landed in her hair and on her face, covering her blond locks. The sore feeling was spreading up to her legs, making them numb and unable to feel the cold.

In the back of her mind, Cirno was thinking that perhaps she was an ice fairy secretly, and she was resistant to cold. She would be able to make it to her friend in no time, and show off her ‘power’. Her imagination was spinning with possibilities.

The snow got deeper as she stepped off the road and into the shrubs. Cirno sank up to her knees. Far ahead, the frozen surface of a lake glittered in the moonlight.

Cirno’s dash became more frantic. Her friend lived just across the lake in a little shed. All she would have to do was cross the frozen tundra. She put one foot on the frozen water, crossing the lake with ease.

The ice was even more numbing than the cold. Cirno looked down and saw that her legs had become a cold blue color and the numbness had spread up to her waist. Neverless, the foolish girl dashed across the ice.

Problems began when Cirno slipped and hit a thin patch. Cracks spread in the ice and it began to break up, leaving a gaping hole with freezing water.

Suddenly, she was submerged underwater in freezing tempatures. When Cirno tried to swim back to the surface, she found that her limbs were unmovable. The numbness had spread all over her body, forcing her eyes to slowly close. Water filled her lungs.

Through the last light that came through her eyelids, Cirno could see a dark figure diving down into the water, outstretching its hand.

...Daiyousei?
...
Beep. Beep. Beep.

Feeling finally returned to Cirno as she roused from her sleep. Her limbs still felt numb, but she had the vague feeling of a hand pressing down on her own and blankets holding her down.

“Miss Irnovestri?”

Cirno groggily blinked. She was lying on an unfamiliar bed in a white room. A girl’s face peered down at Cirno, her green hair kept in a ponytail.

“...Dai?”

A nurse seemingly appeared out of nowhere. “How are you feeling, Miss Irnovestri?”

Cirno tried her hardest to sit up or at least ask what happened, but her body was to stiff to let her. She didn’t... die, did she? All she could remember was that she was kicked outside, and that she fell in a lake.

Cirno’s eyes began to water, but her hair was stroked by Daiyousei’s soft fingers.

“Shh... it’s okay, Cirno”

While Cirno herself could barely string together a sentence at the moment, Daiyousei spoke for her instead. She filled the nurse in on details, telling her about Cirno’s drunkard father and how he treated his daughter, all the way up to her saving Cirno from certain death. The nurse’s face grew hard as she listened to Daiyousei’s account.

“And, miss Nurse” Daiyousei finished, “I was hoping you could do something about her father before he tries to hurt her again”

“... I see. I’ll contact child welfare now”

The nurse dissapered from view.

Daiyousei turned towards her friend. Her expression was full of concern.

“Dai... what is this place?”

“Gensokyo. It’s a hospital we’re going to be staying at. You got hurt really bad”

Cirno choked on her tears as she tried to manage a sentence. “What... what happened? Am I dead?”

“No, you’re fine. I pulled you out of the lake and brought you here so they could heal you”

Daiyousei was speaking slowly. Cirno was glad for this, as if she spoke faster she wouldn’t be able to understand.

“What happened to Dad?”

“They’re going to make sure he never hurts you again”

Cirno gripped Daiyousei’s hand harder. She felt more overwhelmed. All of this didn’t make sense.

“We’re going to be staying together?”

“That’s right. I’m going to be at your side, no matter what”

Cirno’s eyelids were growing heavy again. She was drifting back into sleep, but she managed one last sentence before she became unconscious.

“You’re the greatest friend anyone could ask for, Dai”
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Once again, feel free to comment.

[Kyouko_Kasodani]

The Problem With Writing

lol this was so fun to write at 2 AM

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Kyouko squirmed.

It WAS 2 AM, after all. This time of night, when only youkai prowled the forest was the time, and the full moon hung like a lamp.

It was also the time when her creativity turned on. Her writing would be useless during the day, when the temple buzzed with activity. Only at night could the yamabiko properly write.

She sat, legs crossed, on the mattress. The open windows let the cool night air flow in. A steaming cup of tea sat next to her. The night was eerily silent.

She stared at the typewriter in front of her. It was a fine object, obtained from Kourindou, a WW-II edition. A sleek black machine used for expressing thought, emotion, and creativity on paper. Kyouko had become well-aquainted with it as she sat, night after night, pouring her heart out on paper.

The yamabiko's brain had come to a standstill. She could simply not think of ANYTHING to write. But she needed something- if the flow of stories stopped, people wouldn't read them anymore, would they?

She considered her old ideas. None of them seemed especially good to use, after all, they were created on a whim.

Maybe it was the uneventful day. No childish pranks, for once, Kogasa hadn't spent the whole day hunkering down in the graveyard, cackling while she waited in the darkness for her next victim. Mamizou had gone out to do something. Nue was out, pranking someone again. Murasa had gone to visit Komachi. Everyone was out with their friends. The taoists hadn't blasted their way through the door with danmaku, yielding a infinitely fun bullet hell match. Not one incident had occurred. Everyone had the day off, and Kyouko chose to spend it sleeping.

Now she was starting to get ideas. Kyouko didn't really know how her brain worked, but while she did everything, her mind worked away, subconsciously creating lutacrive stories. Only Koishi truly knew how things went inside minds.

She had used this potential to become a writer. Often, though, she would find herself suddenly disinterested with continuing a series or writing the second half of a story she had promised to write. She chose to follow her own desires when it came to writing, usually leading her to have others utterly confused at her demeanor.

Sometimes, she would find herself in situations like these, where she would feel forced to write, with not a single idea. There was always an easy solution out of this problem that she loved to use.

She began to write herself as a fourteen-year-old girl living comfortably in the United States, almost ready to go into high school. She wrote her situation in that girl's perspective. And her creativity burst forward like a tidal wave.

She was unaware, as she tapped those shining metal keys while the moon sunk in the sky, that that very girl was in the exact same situation, writing about a yamabiko in desperate need for inspiration...

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huzzah for necromancers

Patchouli Knowledge, the Great Unmoving Library

The library was quiet.

Patchouli leafed through the pages of her book, absorbing information at an abnormal speed. While part of her brain was devoted to sucking the info from the book, part was also aimlessly wandering with thoughts that struck her fancy.

She was already spinning with new ideas to write about when there was a loud bang in the hallway.

This again?

Curiously, the liberian rose from her cushy armchair and quietly pushed the door open, peeking out into the hallway.

In a flurry of black cloth, Marisa Kirisame, resident kleptomaniac dodged the burning fist of Hong Meiling and barely grazed a playing card thrown by Sakuya. Reaching into her apron, she did a perfect flip and landed directly in front of the liberian, playing cards held between her long fingers, and a broom clutched in her other one.

Patchouli sighed. This was becoming routinely for her now.

"Patchouli Knowledge, I formally challenge you to a duel of danmaku!"

Patchouli peeked past the girl's shoulder, sending a silent cry of help. However, both maid and gateguard smiled and winked before Sakuya dissapered and Meiling ran away.

Of course...

"Well then, Miss Marisa Kirisame, I accept your challenge."

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The two girls were engaged in a heated battle.

Marisa scratched her head while she looked on the challenge. Patchouli had already played three cards, and Marisa, with only one bomb left, was unlikely to survive.

A wooden board lied out in front of her, with the tiny colored pieces the effect of Patchouli's spells. Her small representation was at the bottom of the board, and she needed to take a certain path to win. However, until Patchouli used her final card they were at a standstill.

"Therefore... I declare "Sun Sign 'Royal Flare'"

Patchouli's steely tone still reigned as she shifted the pieces to represent her last card. Marisa widened her eyes as she finally saw an opening, not hesitating to move her character to the corresponding place.

"And now... "Love Sign 'Master Spark'"

Marisa shifted the pieces to form the infamous row of danmaku pieces she was well-known for, placing down her last card. She had won many battles with this spell, and Patchouli was more aquainted with it that anyone else in the hospital.

Patchouli sighed. At least Marisa hadn't taken her out right away and started with that dreaded card.

"Ten books"

"Lovely"

Marisa made her way out of the library, a sack full of Patchouli's tomes already over her shoulder. It didn't matter anyways, she could just send Flandre to retrieve them. By force, if nescessary.

"Well, good-by, you copycat witch"

"Improving is my thing, ze~"

And with that last word, Marisa was gone, off to read her new possesions. Or, simply skim through them and come to raid the library again.

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insane Marisa is best Marisa