[x] Give it to Sanae.
“Um... actually, I did receive something else as a gift of sorts,” you say, digging into the pouch connected to your waist sash, producing the fruit from it and setting it on the table. Despite being used as a decoration for a hat and probably enduring the sun’s rays for a very long time, it still seems as fresh as one that’s just been plucked off a tree; that detail alone probably counts as a testament to its supposed longevity effect. “A peach from heaven.”
“Hoh,” Lady Kanako says, raising an eyebrow and looking quite a bit impressed. “You received quite a treat. What you hold in your hand is a treasured fruit of heaven, and the source behind the perpetual youth of the heavenly people. That celestial must have taken a liking to you.”
“Not... really,” you say, scratching your cheek.
Lady Suwako eyes the peach on the table with great interest, leaning forward and sniffing it, “Doesn’t seem like nothing special.”
“Of course,” Lady Kanako replies with a smug look, “Little country bumpkin gods like you wouldn’t be able to appreciate the gifts of heaven.”
They’re always finding a way to get into a fight with one another.
At first, it made you feel a bit uneasy around them, as it felt like just being around them was like standing around highly unstable bombs, but now it doesn’t even bother you anymore. Probably, it’s just how the two of them interact with one another, and it’s probably how it has been for the thousands of years they’ve spent together already. Although, sometimes, it feels like they’re putting on an act for everyone else to enjoy...
“They have peaches in heaven?” Sanae asks.
Lady Suwako asks, “Did you ‘spect something else?”
“Um, well, I thought they had fancier stuff up there, because it’s heaven, right?” she replies, frowning as she touches a single finger to her chin. “Like... triple-layered cakes and five-star steaks, or something really high class like that.”
“The heavens are full of people who’ve thrown away material desires,” Lady Kanako explains, waving a hand dismissively. “So of course their food would be humble.”
“That’s almost kind of disappointing...”
“You’d get fat pretty quick on a diet like that~” Lady Suwako says in a teasing voice again, “Sanae, Sanae, maybe you should start eating peaches only too? You’ve been picking up a few pounds.”
“N-no I haven’t!” she rises quickly to her own defense, flustered. And then, she looks down at herself, almost as if she’s confirming her own statement. Her face glows a little red, but rather than accept defeat, she raises up her arms, flexing an arm. “It’s just... it’s just muscle! B-because I’ve been training really hard to fight youkai lately!”
“Sure, sure~” the little god says, covering up her laughter with her sleeves. “Muscle, muscle~”
You pick up the peach again, holding it out toward the wind priestess, “Do you want this?”
“Y-you think I’m gaining weight too!?” she says in shock, flinching away almost like she’s been struck, looking betrayed.
“Um, no, it’s not like that,” you say meekly, almost cringing back. “...It’s just, since I already had one for myself... I thought I’d give the other one to you.”
“Oh!” she blinks, her gaze falling to the floor as a blush flares up again, although the girl tries her best not to show any embarrassment as she takes the peach from your hand, holding it in both hands as she looks down at it, seemingly examining every inch of the thing. “...Is it really alright? I mean, this is special, isn’t it...? It’s yours, so...”
“So I can give it to who I would like to receive it,” you finish her sentence.
“Thank you,” she says, smiling, “Just wait a bit, I’ll go cut it so we can all have a piece of it.”
She heads for the kitchen with the peach in hand, and you hear the faucet turning on as she washes the peach in the water. About two minutes later, she returns with the peach split evenly into eight slices and laid out on a plate, which she brings to the table and sets down. She hands out a toothpick to everyone, keeping one for herself.
“Oh, thanks,” Lady Suwako says, skewering the piece of the fruit closest to her with the pick and bringing it into her mouth. “...Huh, the taste is a bit plain.”
“It really is nothing special,” Lady Kanako says as well, chewing on her own piece of the fruit. “...I wonder if the celestials ever get tired of eating these?”
You reach out and skewer one of the pieces on your toothpick for yourself, biting into about half of it as you bring it to your mouth. You turn to ask Sanae what she thinks of the fruit, but... you end up freezing in place when you do. Sanae sits there, holding the toothpick to her lips. She seems to have swallowed a piece, but...
Suddenly, her face becomes completely red, almost as if she’s been boiled alive in an instant. Her hand limply falls to her side, dropping the toothpick to the floor. Immediately, she slumps forward, the front of her head hitting the wooden table with a loud bang. Everyone’s gazes are fixed on her now, but she doesn’t seem to be showing any signs of movement...
“Um, Sanae...?” you call out to her nervously. Was something wrong with the peach? “H-hey, are you okay?”
“I’m fine!” she practically shouts, sitting up all of a sudden. Her movement carries her farther than she seemed to expect it would, and she sways in place, almost falling back to the floor, only barely managing to keep herself upright as she tries to turn to you. Her eyes are unfocused, and her face is still completely red. “I’m fine! I’m fine, fine, fine! I feel oooookaaaay!”
Still swaying around, she lifts her hand and makes a ‘V,’ her smile unnaturally wide now. With completely unsteady movements, she turns back to the table as she lowers her hand. Her head hangs low, and for a moment, she falls into silence again, until like just now, she suddenly raises her head along with her slurred voice. “So... I’ve been thinking!”
“A-about what...?” you ask nervously. Is she... drunk?
“Everyone’s always...” she pauses, interrupted by a hiccup that makes her entire body jump, “...everyone’s always just... calling us the other shrine...”
She clenches her eyes shut and starts flapping her arms like a pair of wings in a tantrum, shaking the sleeves attached to them up and down.
“It’s sooo annooooying! It’s the Moriya shrine! Moriya Shrine! It’s not even that hard to remember, but still, everyone always just calls us the other shrine, and they always call me the other shrine maiden! I’m a wind priestess! It’s different from a shrine maiden. It really is! I know Reimu has seniority and all, but can’t they at least call us by our names!?”
“U-um... calm down.”
“I... I am calm!” she says loudly, ceasing the movements of her arms. “I am calm. I am really, really calm. I’m not mad at all, not at all! I’m happy, right now, so let’s do happy things. Oh! Let’s sing the national anthem! Come on, everyone, let’s show our love for Japan! Maaaaaay yooouur reeeeiiiiiign~”
She starts singing by herself, clapping her two hands slowly. When she notices that no one’s singing along with her, she trails off, looking about herself. “...Ehh? Why aren’t you all singing?”
“I don’t know the lyrics,” you say.
“Ehehe...” she giggles, pointing at you with a goofy smile. “You live in Japan... and you don’t even know the national anthem! That’s so silly...”
To your surprise, she suddenly starts to drag herself over to you, crawling on the floor. Pressing your hands against the floor and parting your legs, you try to crawl back, but before you’ve even started she’s already in front of you. She lifts her body, trying to crouch down, but she loses her balance, and your hands fly up to catch her by the shoulders as she falls against you, her head leaning against your chest and her body nestled in between your knees.
You look past the girl to the two gods still seated at the table, to try to send them a plea for help, but they’re already watching the two of you and doing nothing at all to stop what’s going on, Lady Suwako lifting a finger only to bring another piece of the peach to her mouth.
“Oh dear,” she says while munching on the fruit, her cheeks reddened as well, “This is a problem, isn’t it, father?”
“Quite, quite, quite a big problem, mother,” Lady Kanako says in a deadpan voice, her arms crossed together. “It seems our Sanae’s inebriated.”
“She’s a pretty bad drunk, isn’t she?”
“Yes, I’d say she is.”
“U-um, a little help...?” you try to ask, knowing it would probably be in vain.
“...Father, should we help?” Lady Suwako asks.
“We should indeed, mother,” Lady Kanako says, popping another piece of the fruit into her mouth and still not moving to save you.
“But are we going to?”
“Well, that’s that,” Lady Suwako shrugs, giving you a look that says ‘oh well, can’t be helped!’ “Now, now, Mikio, we know you’re a trustworthy fellow, so you won’t go taking advantage of our Sanae while she’s drunk, right?”
“Hey, hey...” Sanae’s voice comes from below you, a hand coming up and tapping repeatedly against your mask. “Pay attention...”
You look down, looking at Sanae, gazing up at you with that goofy smile still on her face. She’s close enough that you can still smell the scent of the peach on her breath as she opens her mouth to speak.
“I said... you’re a silly person,” she says, giggling. “You’re always... wearing that weird mask, even though you’ve been living with us for a while... You’re so silly... just take it off already, you silly person wearing a silly mask...”
Her hands steadily rise up, and reach behind your head. You freeze up as you feel the straps beginning to come loose...
[ ] Shove her away.
[ ] ...