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章 71: Volume 3: A Kiss to Remember Me By

"Anyway, do you think you can copy what I did?" Shuya stiffly changed the subject to something safer. "But actually eat the yang, not spit it out."

"I'm going to eat it? Didn't you say it tastes bad?"

"It tastes bad for me, but I have a hunch it'll be fine for you. And yes you're going to eat it, almost like how you absorb nature energy. The difference is nature energy must go into your dantians and then be circulated through your meridians before they are properly absorbed into the body. We're skipping that entirely. You must grab with your yin, you must eat with your yin, and you must think of your yin as the stomach that digests the yang."

"Okay…" Little Sister bobbed her head and then added, "So that's how I absorb the wood and water elements… I didn't realize…"

"I'm not surprised you don't know. That pu— Light probably didn't want to make things too complicated. Especially when this world of yours bends to your will. Why explain concepts when you can simply do what you want by willing it? But it's difficult to do that with yin, so a little explanation is needed. Though having your world do the brunt of the work… is quite useful. Might as well take advantage of it while we can."

"I see… my world is really amazing, huh? I'll definitely do my best not to waste something so spectacular!"

"Exactly! Now you try eating some yang."

Little Sister reached out, remembering to 'feel' with her yin. She now understood why Shuya had insisted on all that tickling and being tickled. Before then, she would not have understood the difference and tried to eat the yang like the wood and water element. But now she recognized the yin in herself and a little bit about how it functioned.

She attempted to grab the yang, only to see most of it slip through her fingers. Disgruntled, she tried again. In the end, she could only grab a tiny portion of yang compared to Shuya.

Hearing Little Sister make disappointed grunts at the results of her efforts, Shuya explained, "Even if you could grab more, your yin wouldn't be able to absorb it. It's too small right now, so what you've got is the perfect portion for what you can handle."

"…I guess it's alright then." She responded, frowning slightly in annoyance and then mentally scolded herself. Mr. Light had been right, it wasn't good to be given everything without effort. Her world spoiled her, but now she needed to work to get what she wanted and even a little setback made her cross.

Unlike with Shuya, the tiny bit of yang in her hand didn't struggle, but passively rested in her hand. After focusing again, she cautiously put the yang in her mouth, still a little worried about the taste.

"Oh!" Little Sister blinked in surprise. "You said it was tough but it melted right away, and it's not bland at all. It's sweet and a little spicy."

"See? I told you not to worry. It didn't even struggle when you held it." Shuya rolled her eyes and made a face, muttering, "I guess that's love for you…"

"Love?"

"It's all about harmony, right? I don't like your Mr. Light, so my yin isn't in harmony with his yang. It's why he tastes so nasty to me. But for you… he loves you… and I suppose you love him too, most unfortunate… that's why—"

Little Sister reached out and grabbed Shuya's sleeve suddenly.

"The… the Light loves me?"

"Eh? Yes? Isn't it obvious?"

"Oh… oh!" She let go of Shuya and held her checks with both hands, blushing. "I had no idea!"

Shuya stared at her like she was stupid.

"Would that punk spend so much time and effort on you if he didn't love you?"

Little Sister now covered her face with her hands, muffling her words. "He said he came because I called him, I never thought—"

"Little Sister, even if you called for him, he wasn't obligated to show up. He could have stayed outside. And how could he have heard your call in the first place if he wasn't listening very carefully for it?"

"Gah!" Her blush had started to work it's way down to her neck. "What am I to do when he comes back, Big Sis? All this time, he's loved me and I've been treating him like… like a friend!"

"…it's fine by me if you just keep treating him as a friend. Just do that for all eternity while you're at it."

This caused Little Sister to lower her hands and give Shuya a pouting glare.

"…oh, alright! Fine! I'll tell you what to do."

"En!"

"Kiss him."

"K-kiss..?"

"Yep, just kiss that pu—fellow," She tapped her mouth and smirked, "right on his lips."

"But… but he's very hot you see so.. I think that might hurt."

Shuya raised an eyebrow. "That's just his stupidly overpowered yang producing all that heat. But you literally ate his leftover yang just a moment ago, right? It didn't hurt, did it?"

"It didn't!" She paused. "Is the yang in the air really Mr. Light's? It's not hot like he is..."

"Only because it's his leftovers. And it actually IS warm, but your little yin spirit is just used to being smothered so you never noticed. Anyway, the only reason he's hurt you before is because you let him in your ignorance. Instead of rejecting his heat, absorb it. Just like you did with his leftovers. You do that and kissing him won't hurt. You might find you really like it. But," Shuya cautioned. "I don't advise doing any more than that until your yin is stronger."

"I can do more? Like what?"

Shuya blinked and then laughed. "If you haven't figured it out later, I promise I'll explain it to you. But for now, just stick with kissing."

——

As Mr. Light had warned, he did not visit for a long while. Little Sister was sad, but also grateful for getting to spend time with her new friend. She spent a long time talking to Shuya, eating yang and absorbing water and wood. At some point she remembered the poison and decided to show it to Shuya.

When Shuya saw the poisonous lake for the first time, she squealed and ran away from it immediately. Little Sister had to run to catch up to her.

"Ash and fire!" Shuya sputtered, shaking badly. "What was that stuff?"

"It's the poison that makes me forget."

"Makes you forget!? Little Sister, it's doing more than that!"

"It is?"

Shuya opened her mouth as if to explain and then stopped, thinking better of it. Since Little Sister's world bent to her will, the less she knew about what exactly this poison did, the better.

"…sorry, just pretend I didn't say anything."

"Er, ok? But why?"

"You just… you really shouldn't get near that stuff, understand? It's really, really dangerous. Let's just leave it at that."

"Oh don't worry, I know! That's why I've been getting rid of it. Then I can remember everything again!"

"..you've… you've been handling that stuff???"

"Not by myself," Little Sister assured her. "Mister Light is always there to help me. I borrow some of his warmth, you see, and that makes it so I can push the stuff out."

Shuya stared at her blankly for a moment. She then raised her long sleeve and used it to swipe away the sweat on her forehead. "…well… I suppose leaving it there isn't an option either… but seriously…"

She finally cleared her throat and gave a strained chuckle. "Using his heat, huh? You were close to figuring out the yin and yang all on your own already, even without my help. But as for that poison, there's no way I can help get rid of it. My Master probably could have, but not me.. sorry for being useless Little Sister."

"You're not useless!" Little Sister rebutted earnestly. "I can just wait for him to get back. And what you've been teaching me isn't the same as what I was doing to get rid of that poison. I wasn't absorbing his yang or heat, just passing it along---"

The older woman snapped her fingers. "Wait... wait...! I wonder if..."

"What?"

"All this leftover yang is still his yang. It's just passive. Uh. It's the difference between being asleep and awake. Maybe... maybe we can 'wake' this passive yang up and then you can just... do the same thing with it that you did with him."

"Really?! That would be great if we could get it to work!"

With that, they did several experiments, away from the lake at Shuya's insistence, to try and imitate what the Little Sister and Mr. Light had been doing. Passive yang, it turned out, was not easily motivated. It was stubbornly lazy, floating about without a care in the world unless Shuya grabbed it. In the end, Little Sister jokingly tried to tickle it to "wake it up". She didn't think it was going to work and was very surprised when it did.

After many failures, they got something close enough to the original that they thought it might work. Little Sister immediately went about getting rid of the poison with this new (imitation) method, while Shuya stood off a distance and watching nervously.

When it worked without anyone coming to harm, they both celebrated. They sang and danced; ate apples and drank water. Then Little Sister felt tired and took a small nap with Shuya watching over her.

When she woke up, Shuya was gone. The world was filled with light and noticeable warmth once again. Mister Light had returned. She immediately sat up, excited.

"Mister Light!" She cried out happily, seeing his familiar form sitting nearby. His head was turned away, looking off in another direction with an air of being perplexed. When she called out to him, he jumped as if a little startled.

His ever serene face turned to face her, showing not the slightest surprise, and he greeted her calmly, "Good morning."

Moving over to him, she grinned. "I'm glad you're back, it feels like you've been gone forever. I really missed you."

He leaned away ever so slightly, rapidly blinking.

"Ah, oh… is that so? You missed me?"

"Of course!" She frowned, eyebrows furrowed. "Why wouldn't I? Did you not miss me?"

"I missed you." His fingers moved nervously. "Of course I missed you. I just thought… ah, well, I suppose you did get upset the last time I left so… yes, naturally you would be missing me this time… naturally…"

He'd begun muttering to himself nonsensically, still slightly distracted. She couldn't tell what he was feeling, but it seemed like he wasn't quite happy.

She scrunched her nose slightly in disappointment and then raised herself up just enough so that they were eye level. Shuya had said Mr. Light loved her, but his reaction had been odd. Strengthening her resolve, she concentrated on what she needed to do next.

There was an awkwardly long pause as she did so.

"What are you—" Mister Light began to ask, and then stiffened when she leaned forward and kissed him.

When she finally stopped, she giggled happily and whispered, "Sweet and a little spicy…"

Mr. Light didn't move at all, staying rooted in his spot. She waved a hand in front of his face, but he still didn't move. Puzzled, she tilted her head and kissed him again. This time it burned a little because she hadn't prepared properly.

The second kiss seemed to bring him to himself.

"Y-you—!" He sputtered in astonishment. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"Kissing you."

"No, that's obvious… I mean… why?! You know touching me hurts you!"

She plopped back down and brought her knees up to her chin and pouted.

"I thought you loved me so I kissed you. And it only hurt a little the second time.." She explained in a grumble and then glanced up at him. "Did you not like it?"

His mouth opened and closed several times before he finally stood up and took several steps away from her. Hands behind his back, he began to pace in a circle, occasionally glancing up at her as if to say something before stopping. If this had been in response to anything else, she would have laughed at him. Instead she just continued pouting.

Finally he walked back over and sat down.

"It's true that I do love you…"

Hearing this, she stopped pouting.

"…but you shouldn't have kissed me just for that."

"What, why?!"

"It's… it's really not safe… and besides that, you view me as a friend, don't you? You shouldn't kiss friends, even if they like you. It should go both ways."

Furious, she shot up and pointed down at him.

"Do you think I'm stupid AND weak?! Oooooh! See if I ever kiss you again! Meanie! Knucklehead! Shuya was right! Who'd want to kiss a stinky ol' grandpa like you anyway! You're just tough and bland!" With those scathing words, she stomped away in a huff.

Mr. Light was so stunned at being insulted, he didn't move at first.

"W-wait!" He stood up and starting running after her. "What do you mean a g-grandpa? I'm no one's grandpa—not yet anyway! And I'm tough and bland?! Since when! And who's Shuya???"

Seeing her retreating form, he hastily hurried to catch up to her.

"I don't see why I should tell a punk like you anything. Humph!"

"Punk—!"

He was starting to breath heavily. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch up to her. At first he was confused but then he remembered that the world bent to her desires. He couldn't catch up because she didn't want him too.

"Hey, slow down! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, please don't run away! Come back—!"

He stumbled, his elegant appearance crumbling as he started tripping over himself. A nearby tree seemed to maliciously reach out a branch and smack him in the face as he tumbled, stuffing his mouth full of leaves so he couldn't talk.

As he spat out leaf and bits of branch, he realized she'd gotten away. He stood there, looking bedraggled and worse for wear.

If she didn't want to be found, there was no way he could find her. Shoulders slumping slightly, he turned around and went back the way he came.

The world didn't fight him on the way back. He sat down heavily in the exact same spot he'd originally been at when she'd woken up. It happened that it was near the pond, tree, and that stupid little twig she'd somehow brought back—supposedly—from the outside.

"She might be mad, but I'm still here so she definitely doesn't hate me enough to kick me out." He said to no one in particular, trying to reassure himself.

After several minutes of silence, he started talking to himself again.

"I know I've been gone a while but, seriously, what happened? All she's been doing lately is rebelling against me! I miss her sweet, docile behavior from before… Even if she was dumb as a toddler, at least it was easy to work with her!"

As he was talking, he noticed the twig; which had grown some and now had a respectable branch with several leaves growing on it. He pointed at it accusingly. "This is all your fault. Ever since she brought you back from who-knows-where, all she's done is argue and fight with me!"

He meant that as a joke, but he paused. There'd been too much going on outside for him to devote the time he should have to this mysteriously acquired twig. But now that he thought about it more seriously, the exact moment she'd become aggressive had been when she'd claimed to go outside. He eyed the twig suspiciously.


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章 72: Volume 3: Millennium Virgin

It really did look exactly like a twig. He tentatively reached out with a tiny bit of his power, very carefully, to see if there was something else there, but all he sensed was the general life force of a tree.

He frowned slightly. In her world, there were no 'real' trees; but this twig felt like a real tree. That didn't explain why she thought trees could talk, but if she'd really gone outside and brought something in....

That should not have been possible.

Walking over, he reached down and attempted to pull the twig out. The single tiny branch growing from the twig poked him viciously as he tugged. It remained stubbornly rooted, as if to further mock his efforts. He glared at it with his unchanging face.

"Even if this twig can't talk, there's something strange about it… I'm not letting it stay in here without knowing exactly what it is…" He muttered to himself and grabbed hold of it again. He was in the middle of trying to pull it out a second time when—

"What do you think you're doing!?!?!"

He immediately let go, feeling like a small child who got caught doing something naughty.

"First you reject my kiss and now you try to hurt my friend!"

"Your who??"

She pointed at the twig.

"My friend, Shuya! Right! There!"

"You named the twig?!"

"Yes I did! She asked me to, so I did!"

"That doesn't make any sense!"

"You don't make any sense! Your Uncle doesn't make any sense!"

He held his head, feeling almost dizzy from confusion, and desperately trying not to lose his temper.

"I told you the twig came from the tree, and the tree can talk! Shuya can talk! But not to you, she doesn't like you! And right now, I don't like you much either." She folded her hands across her chest and glared at him.

He let out a despairing sigh, feeling deeply wronged, but decided that fighting her on this point wasn't going to help anything. He needed to consult people on the outside about this oddity, but that meant leaving. If he left, that meant she was alone with the weird twig, which he'd somehow offended.

Even though it hadn't done anything to him directly, he couldn't help feeling a growing antagonism towards it.

"Can… can we start over?"

"Humph."

"Look, about that kiss earlier… I wasn't meaning to reject it."

"Yeah? That's not how it sounded."

"Please understand… I'm very careful in this place and around you. I'm very careful so I don't break anything. So I don't hurt you. I would love—" His voice cracked awkwardly and he cleared his throat. "—I would love to kiss you more. I really would, but it's not safe. You need… more time… to… to heal up first. From the poison."

At the mention of the poison, she hesitated. From Shuya's reaction, she knew the poison was really bad and most likely doing something more than just causing her to lose her memories.

"What is that poison doing exactly? You said it was making it so I couldn't remember, but is that all?"

"It's better if you don't know."

She frowned.

"I'm not stupid, you can tell me."

"No. It's not a matter of whether you're smart or stupid."

She tsked. Shuya had not wanted to talk of it either, so it'd only been a slim chance that Mr. Light would tell her.

"Fine, whatever." She huffed and then asked, "Do you really think I don't love you?"

"What?"

She bit her lip, which still stung a little from the second kiss.

"I love you, too. So when Shuya said you loved me, I was happy. I asked her what to do, and she said I should kiss you."

He sent a quick glare at the twig. Somehow, this was all the twig's fault.

Turning his gaze towards her, he said gently, "Thank you for loving me, even when you don't remember."

"Did I love you before… before I forgot?"

"You did."

"Oh." She suddenly looked awkward. "Sorry. I didn't know."

"No need for apologies. It's not like you forgot only me, you forgot everything, even your own name." He shrugged. "It'd be silly if I got angry about something you've got no control over."

"That's true." She kicked the ground slightly with her toes. "I suppose… that poison… is really in the way, isn't it?"

"Yes it is."

She scratched her cheek. "Well… I'll definitely get it all out of here someday. Definitely. I can do it without your help now, too, so I'm sure it'll be sooner rather than later—"

His back straightened. "You can do what now?"

"Hm? I can remove the poison without your help."

"Would you be willing to show me?", he asked incredulously and a bit excited.

She gave a shrug. "Sure."

They both went to the lake of poison where she showed him. After doing it a few times, she stopped and raised her chin proudly.

"See? I can do it without you."

He stood there dumbfounded. "Where did you…"

"Shuya. She taught me all kinds of interesting things."

"What did she teach you exactly?"

"About the nature of the Dao, Yin and Yang, stuff like that."

"…since when have you ever been interested in religion?"

"Religion? Is that what that teaching is called?"

"Yes."

"Hm, I don't know why I wouldn't have been interested in it before…. It's useful! Because I know about religion, not only can I get rid of the poison by myself using the yang in the air, I can even absorb that same yang to become stronger!"

"…absorb it? And what do you mean by yang?"

"Oh you know," She reached out, concentrated, and grabbed a small amount floating yang, "this stuff. And then I just eat it." She shoved it in her mouth and swallowed. "It tastes great, like spicy candy. Heh.."

She concentrated again and grabbed a little more yang from the air, rubbing it between her fingers. It felt very warm and soft, fluffier than rabbit's fur. It seemed to snuggle further into her hand as she played with it. "Now that we're on the subject, this is your yang isn't it?"

She raised her hand with the fluffy gold yang right in front of his face. His gaze followed her hand, or rather the yang, with laser focus until he almost went cross eyed.

"I wanted to ask… why are you stuffing me full of your yang? I don't think I could use it before, otherwise there wouldn't be so much of it. So what was the point? Shuya says you're smothering me with it, but why?"

The Light's serene face suddenly exploded in a brilliant shade of red. It looked like you could cook eggs on it; it was so bright.

"Woah! What's with that reaction?!"

He immediately covered his face with both hands and wailed, "You— You—! What are you doing so openly in your condition without any shame—! No, no, no! I can't take this—! I can't— I— I need to go! Gah!"

Before she could even ask what that was supposed to mean, his image wavered and he vanished. He'd completely forgotten about the twig.

She stood there, stunned.

"Hahahahahaahah!"

Shuya appeared nearby the moment Mr. Light was gone, laughing so hard she was on her hands and knees, wheezing.

Little Sister walked over to Shuya and cocked her head, eyebrows together.

"…what just happened?"

"Hehehehe… he was totally embarrassed..!" She wiped a tear from the corner of her eye while trying to regain her composure. "What do you bet, no one's touched his yang for hundreds of years? Bwahahaha! To suddenly get fondled like that without any warning— hahahahaha!"

"F-fondled! I wasn't— I didn't!"

"Oh yes you did! He's got so much yang he can't keep track of it all, but when it's being done right in front of him… there's no way he can't notice. Hehehehe! I wish I could see his face outside—" She suddenly brightened. "—maybe I can! Hang on, I'll be right back!"

And then Shuya vanished without a further word.

Little Sister found herself alone in her world. She sat down with a huff and then remembered the yang in her hand and started munching on it. Only the moon and stars were her companions as she ate.

She didn't fondle anything! She wasn't even entirely sure what fondling meant, but it sounded naughty. And she hadn't been naughty! Probably… she was pretty sure… at least it hadn't been on purpose!

…Maybe.

Well, anyway, this yang stuff was addictive. The more she had, the more she wanted; the fact that it tasted good and was good for her was a bonus. She kept repeating the act of grabbing yang and eating it, patiently waiting for Shuya to return.

——

Shuya was currently sneakily peeping out of her Little Sister's body.

Just like before, the young woman's body was lying on a canopy bed made of deep polished red wood. She wore a lightweight, undyed, cotton gown; with her long hair braided and artfully placed at her side. Her face was serene, as if she was sleeping, and a bit too pale to be counted as healthy.

The windows to the room were open and light was streaming in, the sounds of birds could be heard from the outside. Sometimes, there was even a hint of distant laughter. A gentle breeze swept through the room, reminding Shuya it was likely spring here.

A man was sitting next to Little Sister. It was Mr. Light, but he looked completely different. There were no antlers on his head or ivy running through his hair. Instead his face was tanned and masculine in appearance. Even though he looked young, his black hair had begun to gray, and there were streaks of white running through it.

Two blue-gold eyes were currently dimming, as if they'd been piercingly bright only a moment before. He was breathing heavily and half covering his face with a large calloused hand, looking shocked.

Yes, out here his face actually showed emotion.

"…ah!" He said to no one in particular, lowering his hand. "…that bothersome twig… I forgot all about it…"

After a bit he got out of the bed. He seemed to sway slightly, causing him to reach out and grab one of the artfully carved banisters of the bed for support.

"Even now she's just chomping away like it's nothing…" His face was starting to flush. "…I wish I hadn't noticed… ugh… hehe.. feels so good… heheheh... No no… don't think about it. Don't think about it…"

After several minutes of him arguing with himself like an idiot, his face's color went back to normal and he seemed to have calmed down. He nodded and took a few steps forward; then promptly tripped over his own feet and fell over.

He cursed roundly at his own clumsiness while Shuya silently laughed at him. Watching his reaction had been completely worth it!

Someone must have been just outside because at the clattering of his fall, the door opened.

"What on earth happened to you?"

A man who looked to be in his twenties walked in. He had a bit of a baby face, with large green eyes and long green hair, neatly tied into a ponytail at the nap of his neck. Apparently he liked the color green, because his clothing was shaded green too.

"I… I just got a bit of a shock."

The man in green immediately cast an anxious look at Little Sister's silent form.

"No, she's fine. I mean… she's as good as can be expected at least. I wouldn't be this calm otherwise."

"Say that first then!" The other man snapped but still walked over to help Mr. Light back on his feet. "Once again: what happened to you?"

"Hm… something odd is going on. I don't think it's dangerous. It might be helpful… but I don't understand it. So I was a bit surprised… en… just a little surprised… that's all. J-just… taken off guard…"

"…uh huh…" The other man sounded doubtful. "If it's not a problem why are you being so sketchy?"

Mr. Light simply grunted in response.

"Fine." The man in green sighed and then frowned slightly. "Well.. This whole process has been experimental from the beginning. There's a lot we don't know. Didn't the Doctor say there's going to be variables?"

"He did. That's why I need to talk to him… Ah, and I should probably talk to… to… I don't remember his name… that Wulin Master. All his dinky Sect has been doing lately is squatting on my land and taking up resources. Call him for me, will you? It's time he contributed something useful."

"…if the Lotus Valley Sect found out you STILL don't know their Master's name after all this time, they'd cry."

"Let the moochers cry! It's not like I've seen their Master more than two or three times at this point anyway. All he does is that door exercising thing."

"It's 'closed door training'." Came a somewhat exasperated reply. "And his name is Master Guanyu. Please remember it."

"Whatever." Mr. Light paused and then scowled. "He better not be doing that right now of all times."

"I don't think he is… I think I heard from someone he's taking a year to train his successor."

"Good. I thought I might have to find that door of his and break it down."

"It's not a literal door—"

They walked out of the room, closing an actual door behind them, so Shuya was cut off from their conversation. She was thinking of going back when the door opened again and a young man walked in.

He was teenager with peculiar glowing eyes: The left was solid blue, but the right had blue on the top and gold on the bottom. In his hands was a large stringed musical instrument. It was so large he could almost hide his thin frame behind it. He carefully brought it in and set it up next to Little Sister's bed.

"Mother, I think you'll like this song. Master Shen Zhou says it a good song to play during this time of year. I only just learned it yesterday though, so I might make some mistakes… Ah, of course I remember how you never minded when I made mistakes… I haven't forgotten…"

The boy was silent for a long moment, staring at the unmoving woman with a sad expression. He then shook himself and said cheerily, "…anyway, I hope you like it Mother."

As the boy began to pluck on the strings, Shuya listened to his song. The tune was meant to be cheery, but there was a melancholy undertone to it. At some point she felt her eyes getting watery and she sniffled quietly to herself.

She hadn't known Little Sister was a mother. She'd only taken a quick peek last time, just enough to realize Little Sister was a human. And even if Shuya had guessed she might have children, Little Sister didn't look old enough to have a teenage son. But there was no mistaking the family resemblance between the boy playing a happy song sadly and the silent, unmoving woman in the bed.

How long had Little Sister been like this? Trapped within herself and unable to break free? Forgetting everything and everyone that mattered to her?

Shuya silently slipped back into Little Sister's world, the tragedy of the outside overshadowing any amusement she'd gained from watching the punk fall all over himself.


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