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You simply hold her in your arms for just a bit longer, patiently waiting until she calms down some, the little fist ceasing to weakly pound against your chest, her breathing relaxing to a degree.
"No, Rumia." Your response seems to catch her off guard, her eyes looking up at you, curious and confused.
"You're not wrong. Not
completely, anyway. Neither was your mother. That you survived alone and worked to overcome your fear just shows how strong you have become. You could have continued living in fear, but you didn't. You learned and adapted so you wouldn't have to be afraid anymore. But, Rumia... Times have changed. And they'll continue to change."
She sniffs at you once, her tears seemingly having stopped; despite this, she fixes you with an upset scowl, apparently not liking what she's hearing so far.
"...What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that maybe we don't -have- to be afraid anymore. At least, not all the time. And I'm not just talking about humans being afraid of youkai, but the other way around as well. At the very least, we shouldn't hate each other."
"But-..."
"Haven't you received a warm welcome from the humans of this house? A place to sleep, food, somewhere where you'll always be welcome? That's got to mean something to you, right?"
Her eyes look away from you, blinking rapidly.
"...It was just convenient, that's all... I guess I don't hate them," she mumbles, "but humans like that are rare... And foolish."
"Foolish? You consider kindness foolish?"
Turning her gaze back to you, she furrows her eyebrows in an annoyed manner, as if you had asked something stupid just now. Her red eyes give off a mild glow in the dim light of your room.
"...Do you realize how easily I could kill them? All of them... I could just snap their necks while they're asleep, rip out their guts, tear them apart... They're too trusting. There are youkai out there who wouldn't give it a second thought when they get hungry."
"And yet you didn't do such things. I think I was right about you after all... Somewhere deep down inside that black little shell of yours, there's a heart after all. The fact that you also know the feeling of fear just proves this." She frowns uncomfortably; sure, that just now was a little cheesy, but that's just how you roll. Besides, she's not arguing back at you, which means she's letting the words sink in, or at least taking them into consideration.
"Which brings me to the second point. Fear. I think humans, myself included, should not lose their fear of youkai. You're stronger, faster, more long-lived and powerful than we are. I really did use to be afraid of you, you know. In some ways I still sort of am, and probably should be. Hell - I admit that I only won that duel against you by a fluke. I admit that I'd probably panic if I suddenly bumped into you out in the night. But because of what I've learned, I don't just have to feel fear towards you. Now I feel like I can try to understand you, respect you, maybe even... like you." There's that word again. You wonder what you mean with that; you've used it towards both Rumia and Flandre now. Well, you can decide that later; best to focus on the matter at hand for now.
"I've started thinking... if we can change ourselves like that, maybe we can change how we are towards each other. Maybe we don't always have to be in conflict, with one side always afraid of the other. Maybe we can learn to get along, to coexist. It might even be that we have to if we're going to continue to survive. Maybe that's even what the school is for." She's starting to look somehow hesitant, her grip on your wrist loosening as she avoids eye contact yet again.
"So, to sum up, I'd just like to ask you... Can fear not lead to a form of respect? Can we not interact on a civilized level without mindless hatred throwing us into conflict, still maintaining our fears, but also trying to get along as best as we can? I'm sure this is what your mother truly had in mind. A balance, of sorts. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"...I guess." She sniffles one last time, before slowly turning her eyes back to yours; a faint smile sneaks onto her face, bringing her a little closer in appearance to the Rumia you're used to.
"...You've sure got guts, lecturing a youkai on such things. Hey... Bro?"
"Yes..?"
She shuffles just a little bit closer and leans over to your ear, whispering into it.
"...I'm still going to be the one that ends your life one of these days~"
"...Whatever floats your boat, Rumia. I can only hope that it won't be for another fifty years, at least." You feel her breath against your ear as she giggles softly, before slumping back into next to you. You roll yourself onto your back, and the two of you spend the next few minutes just lying there like this, staring into the ceiling and pondering things over. Balance, huh...
Suddenly, the sound of the door opening; the two of you bolt into sitting positions in unison, only to exhale in relief (again, in unison) when it turns out to just be your host mother. Wild misunderstandings and awkward denials are exchanged as she notices her still holding onto your wrist, Rumia promptly releasing you and recoiling as if you were some disgusting slimy slug. And then, all of a sudden...
"Rumia-chan, have you been crying?" The kind woman's words strike the little devil completely off guard, causing her to shake her head rapidly, messed-up blonde hair swishing about. You nod to her silently while Rumia distracts herself, and the woman smiles.
"Well then, would you like a snack?" Rumia stares at her feet for a brief moment, before responding with an eager nod, hopping out of your bed and grabbing your host mother's hand, letting her lead her to the kitchen. You can't help but smirk to yourself, although your own growling stomach is quick to remind you that you haven't had the luxury of breakfast today, yourself, prompting you to follow the two.
...
After devouring breakfast with gusto, leaving even Rumia impressed with your voracity, you thank your host mother for the meal and head outside for a breath of fresh air. After all you've experienced today despite it only just being early morning, you really need it, to clear your head and rearrange your thoughts. Another day, another mess to clean up...
Flandre.
You wonder what could be going through her head right now. Should you find some way to get yourself to the mansion and figure out a way to clear tings up with her? Or should you let her cool off for the day? A woman's heart is difficult to understand for a man, after all... What a drag. You're tempted to just take it easy, today.
"Hey, bro?" A blonde head decorated with a red ribbon sticks itself out from the window by the door, a much more cheerful looking Rumia peeking at you from inside the house. You know, when she's not terrorizing you or trying to eat you, seeing her smile is refreshing in a way. Or maybe that's just your inner white knight speaking, unable to stand the sight of crying girls. Not that there's anything wrong with such an attitude.
"Where ya going?
"...I'm not sure yet. I'll think of something."
[] "Actually, remember that favor you owe me?"
-{} "...I don't suppose you'd be willing to give me a lift to the island in the middle of the lake?"
-{} "How about spending the day together?"
--{} (What would you two do together?)
[] "Well, see ya." Just spend the day wandering about the village; if you're fated to encounter any further incidents today, they'll find you whether you actively seek them out or not.
[] (Obligatory write-in option. Feel free to surprise me.)