Relatives

Chaldea Security Organization

It was almost one week short of a month ever since the 'first contact' between the last survivors of humanity and the last remnants of eastern mythology. The entirety of Chaldea was for once experiencing one of its rare peaceful moments that it could jam in between the chaos and hectic of pretty much every other day.

That said, it was only as peaceful as one facility can possibly get when housing multiple beings of power while simultaneously trying to restore the order of humanity from the ruins of destruction.

Still though, the protocol of absolute no contact between a certain Amanojaku and overenthusiastic liberator has not been breached (yet), the fairies are not causing any more trouble, and the next major singularity has not yet been identified. All in all, it almost seemed normal around here.

Almost, because perfection is just an illusion.

A black blur suddenly dashed across the thankfully empty corridors with such velocity that is almost inconceivable to the naked eye. Following it shortly was another blur, equally as fast and a lot more... Pink?

"No matter how much you try, you can't deny fate itself Vlad-sama! So stop trying to resist!" the pink blur declared with a very hard to place and honestly concerning amount of... something... in a feminine voice. All the while not halting at all in her relentless pursuit.

A closer and more in-depth inspection revealed this blur to be a little girl that looks to be no older than ten years of age, wearing a pink light pink with red trimmings dress and similarly themed mobcap that in all seriousness looks more like a slightly modified nightgown than anything else. Additionally, her hair is short with the color of light blue, an unusual coloration that serves to highlight her other inhuman qualities such as her red eyes, barely visible elongated fangs, and extra appendages sprouting from her back in the form of bat-like wings.

Meet Remilia Scarlet, the mistress of the now late Scarlet Devil Mansion, and a member of the Youkai variant of Vampire.

Showing absolutely no acknowledgement to her demands of submission on his pale aristocratic face, the subject of her pursuit or otherwise known as Vlad III only response was to put in more of his effort of evasion. To the point of leaving only a black afterimage of his robe in the wake of this whole new level of high-speed chase.

But that is not say about his thoughts though, it was also currently racing but for an entirely different reason, mainly of how things went south for him real fast.

To further elaborate, it all started about a week prior to now, when the mistress of the Scarlet Devil Mansion initially gained knowledge of his presence among the active Servants of Chaldea through a briefing of the current situation.

After that, she consequently wished to meet him. And he having an inkling of the reason for a vampire such as her to seek him out, consequently tried to actively avoid her.

Keyword here being tried.

As if knowing of his every move, the more he attempted to avoid meeting her the more often the two of them will find themselves running into each other. Either by some obscure reasons or with so much coincidence it couldn't be anything but staged.

He turned down every single one of these encounters of course, but instead of deterring her it appears to only make Remilia more persistent in her pursuit. Which in turn effectively fuels his frustration all the more, especially so considering the reasons of such pursuit.

The legend of Dracula.

Yes, Vlad have not been idle in face of his new all but confirmed stalker, so he asked around for this Remilia Scarlet and what kind of character she is. The results were less than pleasing, especially the part where she insist on being related to him somehow, which is preposterous.

Even when reduced to this state, anyone can tell that the black-clad Berserker unmistakably still detest that absolutely false legend left behind after his passing, even if he is less bothered by it like he would usually be in his other counterpart. This situation definitely qualifies as bothering though.

As such, wishing to deal with this problem before it could develop further, he had finally confronted her for the first and hopefully last time just to make clear of his displeasure of the situation, clear up this farce, and get her off his metaphorical tail as soon as possible.

He had expected many results, many of which were in the category of worst case scenarios, knowing the nature of the vampiric kind.

He did not in any way, shape or form, expect her to already know of the validity of the legend and proceeded to -for a lack of a better term- fangirl about how she admire him because of the deeds he done in life as a human though.

This of course left the king of Romania baffled beyond words, and allowing the mistress of the Scarlet Devil Mansion go on about how she was originally a citizen of his nation before her turning, how she came to look up to him as her personal hero ever since she was a child to the point of considering herself to be like a spiritual successor to him, and most importantly: Her total disregard for the legend of Count Dracula.

Ironic, isn't it? While the world remember his legacy as nothing but that of a vampire, it was a vampire herself that truly remembers him for who he is.

One thing is for sure though, throughout the exchange, Vlad found it harder and harder to find it in him to dislike the girl for genuinely admiring him.

So, after that whole encounter, they've maintained a friendlier relationship with each other. During which he quickly noted that Remilia is similar to a more charismatic version of another Lancer class servant he knew, who has taken a completely different approach to the concept of nobility than the latter. Not to say anything mean about Elizabeth of course.

And for a while, all is good.

But sadly, he made fatal a mistake in his assumptions about the elder Scarlet sibling, because there is still an important factor that he forgot to take in account about her: Agelessness -The very core of a vampire's immortality.

To spare the details, Remilia was turned at the age of around ten, as such, her mentality would always be that of a girl her age but with too much life experiences and knowledge on her hands. So naturally, things could be very dangerous if you have something like, say... a childish crush for a certain someone that never really completely goes away, especially if you happens to lack a lot of experience at that field.

After all, there is a reason she considers herself to be a distant descendant of him instead of a daughter despite being at an age for that to be more convincing. And it just so happens to be distant of a generation gap enough to be considered socially acceptable to have a relationship at his time.

A fact that he only discovers after being invited to her room, alone, in a setting that was extremely suspicious in hindsight.

Nope!

Now, if there are anyone were to be anywhere as good as him at leading a war -and especially a guerrilla war at that- they would know how and when to retreat, times such as this is definitely most suitable.

A door flying off its hinges later, and we're here.

Even after being summoned under the class of Berserker infamous for including those with great madness, his sense of right and wrong have not dulled one bit, and doing that to a person that looks and isold enough to be your daughter is definitely one-hundred percent in the verywrong category.

"Vlad-sama! Stop running already!" the voice of the Scarlet Devil once again called out, and he once again showed her no heed. Maybe when this is all settled down then he could have a nice long and serious talk with her about this subject. But as it is? The best option there is would be to escape.

Now if he remembers this corridor right, then there is one part around here that is the only chance for him to lose her. Failure is non-negotiable.

Left. Left. There!

A nondescript double door among countless others in the very long living quarters, so in other words, the perfect hiding place. At moments like these that he really appreciated the otherwise bothering fact that his Master always leaves her room unlocked when she leaves it because of the futility of the notion against a Servant's astralization ability, because he is sure as hell can't astralize in this situation.

Pumping more power that he never thought possible into his legs, the lord of impaling made a mad final dash towards the metallic door with speeds that could leave a Lancer almost impressed.

Detecting his approach, the automated door began sliding open with a mechanical hiss, but compared to a Servant's speed it was painfully slow.

Vlad didn't even wait for the thing to finish its job, using the ability given to him for being summoned under the Berserker Class he immediately shapeshifted his body into a fine mist to wedge into the gap without a single pause.

Then, he instantly reformed his body that is still under the effect of extreme momentum with his back turned only to smash the close button on the door with his not even yet completely solid hand.

The entire process took less than one second.

As the door cancelled the opening process and closed itself up obediently to the command, just in time for the figure of the Scarlet Devil made her way around the sharp turn in the corridor.

And was faced with a long, long hall of exactly identical doors.

The pouty face she made was legendary.

Back to her subject of pursuit, after managing to completely terminate his velocity by grinding his heels and nails a considerable distant across the floor to the point of leaving burn marks. He stood and waited with bated breath for the confirmation of the success of his escape plan.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five...

Ten seconds passed, and no chibi vampire busting through the door and jumping him, that's good. Vlad allowed himself to finally breathe again because even if it is unnecessary for Servants to do so, it was still uncomfortable to hold his breath.

But still, he needs to stay vigilant and prepared to astralize as soon as it showed sign that she was checking the individual rooms, because a five-century old crush definitely won't be denied that easily.

"Hey hey, what are you waiting here for, ojisan?"

"Less of waiting and more of evading someone actually, it would be better if she didn't show up at all." he answered in a straight tone, it would be so much better if Remilia just ignored this room altogether after all. Of course it saves him a lot of trouble if it is, he can't believe that someone even asked about... it...

"Oh." the voice of the other occupant(s) of the room answered understandingly.

Why the uncertainty? Well it have a lot to do with the fact that numerically there was four other person occupying this room, but technically they appears to be the same person. If that makes sense

As for the occupants themselves, they have the shared appearance of a little girl that appears to be ten years old or younger, wearing a matching red dress and vest over pink shirt, topped by a very familiar looking mob cap. Her youthful face was framed by her blond hair, and with a pair of even more familiar looking red eyes. The very much unnatural metallic looking wings with hanging crystals on her back doesn't help things either.

Huh, it seems that he was out of the frying pan and into the fire it seems.

A while later

The door sliding open to her arrival, the red and border-lining on orange haired Ritsuka made her way into her room after a tiring but otherwise relatively uneventful day of working and others stuffs.

Of course, that doesn't mean that her work is done now, far from it actually.

After all, she still has her promise to play with one particular Flandre Scarlet to fulfill.

Yes, you heard her right: She was going to have a play time with Flandre, the fabled 'younger sister of the Devil'. Others that knew of this happening have both called her crazy and commended her for such audacity of actually trying to build a bond with Flandre despite being a regular human mage with no outstanding trait nor the durability necessary to survive it.

But she didn't care in the slightest bit about it. For if there is any Magi currently living that could do it then it was definitely her, who have made it out breathing in close proxy of a mad Heracles, who still have her innards intact even after the incarnation of ten of thousands of aborted children otherwise known as Jack the Ripper snuck into her bed at night to sleep, who was not overthrown by Spartacus who was infamous for overthrowing anything in the general shape of an oppressor, and many more.

To make it short: Flandre needs someone to build a real connection with except for her sister Remilia and already existing relations, and she was the one more than ready for it. Plus, she ain't breaking that promise nor letting herself be broken anytime soon, the command seal that she always have on hand shows it's uses outside of battle magnificently in this situation.

From there, they could expand on that front and have Flan to try and interact with other various individuals around Chaldea, and maybe finally improve a bit on her conditions.

"Ah! Gudako-nee." was the cheerful greeting of the younger scarlet sibling right off the batch, though Ritsuka couldn't help but feel a bit awkward at the nickname. Seriously, where did she even get that from?

"Hello there Flan, I hope that you didn't have to wait for too long?" she greeted gently as she got down on the eye level of the chibi, she genuinely hoped that Flan didn't came to her room at least a few hours early just to wait for her like last time, the girl was really too enthusiastic when it came to it for her own good.

"Nuh-uh. I was just an hour early this time." she boasted like it really should be a thing to be proud of. "And I even got company too, so no problem." she followed on.

"Flan, talking with clones of yourself is not considered as having company, I told you that." Ritsuka chided lightly in a no-funny-business voice. This was one of the troubles that they were trying to get over, because even if she was no psychologist she knew that talking with yourself is not considered beneficial for anyone's mental health under any way, shape, or form.

"But I didn't, there was ojisan with me already." Flandre countered quickly, though that could be considered better than Flan talking to herself she guess.

Wait, what? When did she introduced Flandre with anyone else anyways, because she doesn't remember doing so.

Then, it was only at this moment that Ritsuka noticed that something was off. Specifically, at the corner of her room.

There, was the black clad and imposing figure of none other than the Berserker Vlad III, but this time without the imposing feel that he usually carries around with him.

Why? Because even without the fact that he was very much looking pretty worse for wear. The king of Romania, was still supporting three other Flandres hanging off on him, one on his neck, one on his right leg, and the final one on his left arm. It was almost amazing that he was even standing actually if one was to ignore the absurdity of the situation.

"W-"

"I... have decided to have a visit with my relatives, this is not anything to worry about nor is it unusual, Master." he explained in a totally even and rational tone of voice.

Okay. But one thing is not as okay with that.

"Wait, you two are relatives?"

The explanation was long. And at the end of it, Ritsuka was torn between laughing or feeling bad for Vlad.

Flandre Scarlet - Berserker

[Basic Stats]:
Strength: A
Endurance: A
Agility: B
Mana: A
Luck: C
Noble Phantasm: A+

[Class Skills]:
Magic Resistance: C
Mad Enhancement: EX

[Personal Skills]:
Destroying absolutely anything and everything:A+
Cloning:A
Vampirism: A+

[Noble Phantasms]:
Lævateinn: The fire of the end
Rank: A+ Type: Anti-Fortress

[Profile]:
The younger sister of Remilia Scarlet and a vampire who has lived at the Scarlet Devil Mansion for over 495 years. Flandre is, to all extents and purposes, the hidden away perpetual child locked away inside the Scarlet Devil Mansion's basement. But thanks to the past interference of some certain incident solver to her sister schemes in the Scarlet mist incident, she became entranced by them and has finally made some attempts to try and once again be a part of society. Until said society got literally burned down that is.

[Level 1 Bond]:
Height/Weight: 130cm ・ 27kg
Source: Gensokyo's History
Region: Gensokyo
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Gender: Female

Rest in comfort that Flandre means well, and merely wishes to play.

[Level 2 Bond]:

Destroying absolutely anything and everything: A+
An ability eerily similar to the fabled Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, that allows her to destroy absolutely anything anything and everything just as it's namesake. By moving the "eye" of the object, where the tension is highest, and by attacking this eye, she is able to destroy the target. She is able to move the "eye" of anything into the middle of her hand, then she pours her power into it or in other words, she crushes the "eye" and unconditionally destroys the target with just a squeeze.
An ability that is indiscriminate of whether or not the object is organic or inorganic. Unhindered by the distance that the target made, once she took a hold of your "eye", there is no escape. A terrifying power that is seemingly without any weakness, and absolutely can not be defended against unless by intercepting her altogether.

Or that would be the case, but sadly, this ability holds not as much ground as it should against a Servant. For it does not apply the concept of "Death" onto the target like it's counterpart, but merely destroys it by means of breaking apart the tension points. Because a Servant's Saint Graph is not an actual living body but a container made out of prana, damage such as this would be devastating but not always completely lethal, and completely useless if the Servant decided to use the pause in battle to astralize.

[Level 3 Bond]:

Lævateinn: The fire of the end
Rank: A+ Type: Anti-Fortress
The sword that will cover the world in flames and reduce all to ashes at the day of Ragnarok. Wielded by the fire giant Surtr, it is currently unknown where and how she gained acess to such a weapon of destructive might, but what is known is that the weapon itself seemed content with its new wielder.
An existence that is basically a physical Noble Phantasm that once active, will invoke one of the many events of Ragnarok -mainly the incineration of the world- to devastate the enemy. It is not a simple wave of fire, but the manifestation of Ragnarok enforced on this world itself, exposure is deadly, even in it's semi-active state.

[Level 4 Bond]:

Vampirism: A+
Contrary to common beliefs, Flandre is not part of the infamous Dead Apostles. Instead, her species is that of a Vampire more similar to Dracula, that are beings borned from the beliefs and fear of humanity. This means that her powers and abilities are different to those of a Dead Apostle, including extreme reactions against sunlight, weakness to flowing water and even raindrops, distaste against garlic, ect... Intriguingly enough however, sacred relics and symbols doesn't have any noticeable effects on her.

[Level 5 Bond]:

Mad Enhancement: EX
In her perspective, there is only two category of things that matters, "playthings" and those that are truly important. But do not get her wrong Flandre Scarlet truly, dearly have most people's well being in her mind, because playthings are important that if they are accidentally broken, even once... Flandre would have one less plaything to play around with.

This is of course the sign of her unique brand of madness, reinforced from her centuries of isolation. Because of it, mutual understanding would only be possible when one has made it into the category of those that are truly important to her. However, for it is not her original state, this madness could possibly be directed, or even work over with permanently.

[Extra]:
Flandre's personality, once she's interacting with someone beyond mere Playmate level, is a sweet, kind, almost angelic girl that likes to share things, and have fun together. The Master, was the first ever to have been able to achieve this with her for decades.
Even though with the subject of her madness that is still in the work and her occasional bout of social disorder, Flan is at least showing signs of being more socially active, do that's a plus at least.

A/N

Heyo!

Indie's here, and back with another chapter of TouhouGO.

As you may see, the finals are over, it have been over for almost a week actually. But I am just publishing this now because when I said I was halting all works, I meant it. So the writing cramps (is that even a thing yet?) got to me real bad, sorry about that. But since it's back now, so be expecting some updates again. Yes!

Also, the A/N is in regular font now. All for quality's sake

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For the chapter, this is my own way to interpret the characters and their relations to each other, so it may or may not be accurate. But hey, this is a humour fic anyways, so please refrain from your stones if you have any. Also, you have to admitt that Ritsuka is an absolute boss for being able to talk and befriend with so many people of varying turns of life, I couldn't even make friend with one.

I do not own Touhou or the Fate/series, if that was the case then Apocrypha wouldn't be canon anymore, but it still is so that speaks for itself. Further details are in chapter one.

As stated above, this is a humorous interaction fic, so some difference is expected from strict canon, but still, notify me if I overstepped something.

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