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[Miniscule flea?! Rude. Rude, rude! Youmu knew she was young and perhaps she was smaller than the rest of those residing in the temple but she is not a flea! Her face crunched in embarrassment from the taunt and she braced herself all the more to split this jerk in two.]

[But when she threw her arms forward the blade of her sword met nothing but empty air. Again the shadow had deceived her and she felt her feet collide with the ground below. Youmu’s brows knotted together and she looked down.]

You—Ah! Put me down! PUT. ME. DOWN! I’ll slice you into a trillion pieces and scatter them across the Gensokyo!!!

[Youmu swung her blade fiercely through the air but could not reach the shadow’s body, if one could even call it that. Helplessly she dangled upside down, ankle twisting in the demon’s grasp. Her breath was becoming short the harder she fought and wiggled, but it was all in vain. Eventually the girl paused for a brief moment to consider the monster’s words. 

Her eyes slipped from his flat and cartoony expression to the blood-soaked boy directly underneath. Youmu scowled, the last thing she wanted to do right now was listen to this thing’s orders. But she couldn’t just let the young man bleed to death… She took a few deep breaths in to calm herself down and looked back up to the shadow’s face.]

I don’t understand why you would care so deeply for one you call a ‘slave’. This feels like a trick… [But hey, whatever would get her rightside-up again.]

…I’ve heard there is an abandoned infirmary that lies somewhere around this area. If you put me down I may try and escort you and your partner as we navigate to it. [A small  but accusatory finger pointed towards the shadow’s face.] But be warned, foul creature, if you try anything funny I will not hesitate to split you in half. 

Stan peeled up his form slightly, causing him to stretch taller, but move closer to Ari’s unconscious body. He could see he was bleeding a lot, and his breathing was starting to get shallower. If one looked closely, they might be able to see his cartoony eyes shift slightly to a sadder shape before snapping back to a glare.

“I don’t understand why you would care so deeply for one you call a ‘slave’. This feels like a trick…”

“I may be evil, but this is no illusion or sleight of hand! Ari needs medical attention soon, or I fear that he will not survive!”

He noticed, though, how defencive he was sounding. Why was that?, he mused to himself. Was it because he was fearing the loss of his slave and only foothold in this world? Or was he genuinely fearing for Ari’s life? 

“… I do not care for my slave, he is my only way of existing in this world at the moment, and I can’t have him dying on me at this time! I carry no affections for him whatsoever!”

…

“An escort? You, foul insect, would have to carry my servant, since I can not do so.”

As she pointed her small finger in his face, he shoved it away with his free, two-dimensional hand. After a pause of thought, and a few wary glances at Ari’s bloodied form, the shadow set her down roughly. Crossing his arms with a contemplating expression, he eventually nodded and narrowed his eyes at her.

“I shall pull no humorous stunts so long as you do your duty as I request. Now, let us be on our way.”

(Source: ordinaryboyandhisshadow)