Oriko didn't need to hear the *ding dong* of the doorbell to know that her guest had arrived; she had seen it. In truth, she had been anxiously expecting the arrival all day, and so rather than a warm greeting, Oriko felt somewhat let down when the first words out of Caren Ortensia's mouth were a bristling "You know you have a pretty large hole in your fence, don't you?"
"Yes, I'm aware," Oriko replied. "I've been putting off fixing it until after Walpurgisnacht, on the off chance I have to fix it again afterwards." The pair of near-identical cousins stood in the foyer, awkward silence hanging over the air as neither knew what to say. As Caren set her removed shoes aside, Oriko asked "Caren-san, may I... May I hug you?"
"Only if you don't mind being stabbed in the back," Caren replied. Did that smirk mean she was serious?
Undaunted by the threat, Oriko approached, wrapping her arms around the other woman. "I don't believe you'd do something like that, Caren-san," she said. But her eyes went wide, and Oriko pulled away from Caren as she felt something poking the small of her back.
"Oh, I think I'm going to have fun with you," Caren said, moving her house key up and down in an identical motion to the poking Oriko had felt only moments before. Though she smirked as Oriko's expression fell, inwardly Caren felt a twinge of guilt for being the way she was. "Lord, forgive me for the pain I will inflict upon this girl, for she does not deserve me." As Oriko led Caren to the dining room, where the scent of dinner came rolling in from the kitchen, Caren said "You've got a pretty spacious place here, you know that? How many rooms do you need to forget that you father killed himself here?"
"Far too many," Oriko replied. "I am glad for the nights when Kirika stays with me, but when she doesn't..." Oriko felt a comforting hand offer its touch on her shoulder, but when she looked to her guest, Caren's hands had not moved from their place in her skirt's pockets, and Caren looked away when Oriko glanced in her direction. Had she imagined that? "I've thought about selling the mansion and moving, several times, but my uncle controls my father's estate until I turn twenty, so until then my only options are to remain here or move to Tokyo and live with him and his wife; and I would hate to uproot myself and leave my friends and my girlfriend behind."
"Yes, the girlfriend who's been pestering me nonstop about this dinner of yours. I hope it doesn't disappoint."
For dinner, Oriko had made her vegetarian green curry, saying as she served her and her guest "You said you wanted something spicy, Caren-san. I hope this does not disappoint."
"For how much Kure's been pestering me about having dinner with you, it had better not."
Oriko sat down, asking with a glum look on her face "Have I done something to offend you, Caren-san? I was hoping we could be friends, like our mothers were, but you've been nothing but abrasive since arriving. If it's because of Kirika, then I sincerely apologise. I never asked her to harass you. Though, if you don't mind me asking, why have you been so hesitant to get to know me?" Oriko stopped, realising how ungrateful that last remark must sound, and quickly corrected course. "Not that I don't appreciate you taking the time to do so now, Caren-san. I just wish we could have had this opportunity sooner."
Caren waved off Oriko's concerns, replying "Getting to know some distant cousin of mine isn't really something that's important to me," she said. "The only thing you did wrong was assuming me to be someone I'm not," as she took her first taste of the green curry. "Spicy, and not at all a bad taste all things considered," she thought. "But there's something missing." "Fish," Caren said. "I can taste the absence of fish this curry was supposed to have."
"You've got a good tongue, Caren-san," Oriko said. "The original recipe was a Vietnamese seafood dish, but I had to make a few substitutions because I'm a vegetarian."
"Mhm." Caren made herself appear to be ignoring Oriko's words, but inside she thought "The girl has talent; she might even be able to rival Emiya with the right guidance," as she eagerly consumed the meal in spite of her earlier complaint.
Seeing her guest eating with such gusto, despite knocking the meal only moments earlier for being lacking, made Oriko smile. "All the same, I'm glad you're here now, Caren-san. Do you like it in Mitakihara?" she asked, waiting for a moment when Caren's mouth was empty.
"There are fewer people that know me here," Caren said. "That means fewer people trying to bug me about being sociable, you and your girlfriend notwithstanding; and my cover job as a nurse allows me a front-row seat to suffering children. But aside from that, I really couldn't care less about being here, versus being in Fuyuki, or the Vatican, or wherever else the Church needs me to be."
Oriko nodded. "I'm sorry if this is a sore subject for you, Caren-san, but could you tell me a little about your mother? I've only got a vague picture of what your family is like from the letters she wrote to my mother, so I was hoping you could tell me more."
"I never knew either of my parents," Caren replied. "My mother died when I was two, and my father left me to live with my aunt and grandmother. I wouldn't even know what she looked like, if it weren't for all of us Ortensia women looking identical."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Oriko said, burying the pain she felt for her cousin's loss. "My own mother died when I was six, so I know how you must feel." Forcing a smile through tears she had to suppress, Oriko asked "In the spirit of our mothers' friendship, would you perhaps be amiable to the two of us remaining in contact?"
"You already have my cell number, though I don't know what we'd talk about," Caren said. Reaching for the pen in her pocket, she scribbled a few names and numbers onto her napkin, foisting them on Oriko as she said "But if you must, I'd much rather you reach out to my aunt or grandmother than to have you continue pestering me." Oriko received Caren's gift, and she continued, saying "The rest of the family lives in Italy, though, so keeping in contact with them will be difficult for you, I'm sure."
"Oh, not at all," Oriko said in fluent Italian, "I've been teaching myself since I was a little girl, because I've always wanted to get to know my grandmother's family. Thank you for giving me the means to do so. I won't let this go to waste-" before switching back to Japanese to say "-Caren-san."
Caren nodded. "Well, the rest of the family is quite devout; I'm not sure how well your girlfriend would go over with them," she said. "You do know, of course, how the Church views homosexuality; don't you?"
"I know what I have read in the Bible," Oriko replied. "I know Leviticus prohibits two men from sexual intercourse, prohibits women from intercourse with animals, and prohibits intercourse with an impure woman; and I know what some people think about the passage describing two women, er, grinding corn, as it were," she said, her face flushing at the thought. "But I have found nothing which prohibits two women from loving one another."
"From loving one another, no," Caren said. "Homosexuality is not, in itself, a sin. In fact, the Church teaches that we should accept and support the homosexuals in our flock as we would any other Christian." Oriko's heart soared; finally, she had an answer. But her heart sank as Caren wagged her finger, smirking as she said "Of course, just as with two men that all goes out the window once you act on that love. Two teenagers, alone in a big house with no supervision... I can't imagine your love for Kure has been entirely chaste." When no response came from Oriko, Caren added "I'm not a virgin, if knowing that makes it easier for you to give me a straight answer."
The frankness with which Caren spoke caused Oriko to blush; in truth, she had been expecting a member of the Church to be more discreet about such matters. But rather than give Caren the answer Oriko knew she was expecting, she instead asked "Did you love them?"
"No," Caren replied. "But I allowed them to take me all the same. I have allowed myself to be loved by many, but I suppose I've only ever loved another once."
"What happened?"
"I allowed him to violate me in an attempt to conceive his child. It was quite painful, and in the end he decided there should only ever be one of him." Seeing the way Oriko tried to hide her squirming as she described the event caused Caren to smile, and she added "Well, he was also the physical embodiment of All the World's Evils, after all. I suppose having two of him around would have been a bit bothersome for some."
"I see." Oriko had been expecting none of this frankness from her cousin, and it left her at a loss for words. All she could say was "Why are you telling me this, Caren-san? Are you trying to turn me away from God by telling me this?"
"The Church you think you know, and the Church I know, are two wildly different beasts," Caren said. "Personally, I don't care one way or another, but there are many within the Church hierarchy, individuals and factions alike, who would reject and condemn you for what you have with Kure. Many wouldn't hesitate to call you a sinner, and if you ever wanted to marry Kure you'd certainly be given a hard time. That isn't to say you shouldn't continue to seek the Lord-" Caren smirked, wagging her finger again as she added "It just means you should think long and hard before accepting any recruitment pitches I might give you."
"Are you even trying to recruit me anymore?"
Though Caren shrugged, saying "That's up to you to decide," inside she looked on Oriko with sadness. This poor girl, caught between love for her girlfriend and her faith. "If only it were easier for me to guide her, to make it possible for her to be both happy with her girlfriend and content in her place within the Church."
"The truth is, Caren-san... I am a sinner; and I should like to confess my sins, if I may."
"Don't worry," Caren said, her tone a mix of apathy and curiosity which was impossible to describe. "I'm at least high enough within the Church that all the dirty little things you've done with Kure will remain secret."
"It isn't about my relationship. I..." Oriko swallowed; was she really ready to formally confess her sins before a member of the Church? Would that really be enough? "I am a murderer, Caren-san, and I have on multiple occasions asked Kirika to murder at my behest."
Caren smirked. "There's a story behind this," she said. "You have my attention."
"It has to do with the witch that is coming on Sunday," Oriko said. "I... I foresaw its arrival months in advance." Her words earned her a raised eyebrow from Caren, but Oriko pressed on. "You must have heard by now, that the magic system in this city is not like what you, or McRemitz-san, or Tohsaka-san, are used to, correct?"
Caren nodded, saying "It certainly is different from anything the Church or the Association are used to. Go on."
"In order to combat Walpurgisnacht, I murdered, or instructed Kirika and Lancer to murder, twenty-three other girls, so that I could harvest the gems containing their magic circuits. I did this in order to strip their souls of the Command Seals they might have been given had they become masters, grafting them to myself in order to amass additional power with which to fight Walpurgisnacht and prevent the end of the world. I also attempted to murder Miki Sayaka, whom I believed might pose a threat to my plans were she to summon the Saber servant; and Kaname Madoka, who I foresaw to be an even greater threat than Walpurgisnacht if she were allowed to become a puella magi like myself."
Silence fell over the dining room, as neither party knew what to say. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Caren spoke. "Murder, encouraging another to murder, repeated endangerment of human life, practicing magic, scandal, and possibly terrorism, depending on who you asked." She worked the needle of her words deeper, until it threatened to break off deep underneath her victim's skin. "Add to that homosexual actions, even if you won't admit to being a little naughty with Kure, and you've got a straight shot at joining your father in Hell; you know that, right?"
Oriko hung her head, saying "I am aware. I would like for you to lead me through the sacraments of initiation, Caren-san, and I know you cannot do so without my confession."
"I'll be very interested in wringing the full confession out of you after dinner; and if you can smuggle some wine and unleavened bread into my office tomorrow after classes I can baptise you and give you the Eucharist. Unfortunately for you, Confirmation isn't going to be so easy. Since there's no functioning church in the area, I'm going to have a hard time getting the sacred oils; and if I'm forced to skip a step, well..." The smirk that crossed Caren's lips at Oriko's crestfallen expression didn't make her feel good, but her nature would accept nothing less from the daughter of Kotomine Kirei.
"Now, why don't you tell me more about this Walpurgisnacht of yours?" Caren asked. "Akemi's barely told me anything, but from the sound of it, this thing's more important than she made it out be." "Maybe if I know more, I might be able to think of a way to help you..."