The world is strange.
Even when you think you understand it, something always comes along to remind you that normal is just a fragile illusion.
In this world, witches duel with spellcards, goddesses live on mountains, and youkai sip tea under moonlight. But even among the supernatural, Gensokyo has a special kind of madness.
And somewhere beyond its sky—where chaos, vengeance, and purity mingle—someone was smiling.
The Void
In the endless, colourless void of existence, a woman floated like a sun gone mad. Her smile burned brighter than reason, softer than starlight, and utterly, completely terrifying. "Finally… my equal. My light," Junko whispered, reaching out as golden soulfire glowed before her palms.
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It pulsed gently—pure, radiant, impossibly human. A soul untainted by hate or desire. Something she had not seen in countless eons.
And then— "JUN~KO! LOOK! I FOUND A CANDLE THAT SCREAMS WHEN YOU—!"
BOOM.
The universe briefly turned into confetti and hellfire.
Junko's eye twitched. "Clownpiece—!"
Before she could finish, the chaos fairy's explosion of burning starlight sent Junko spinning through dimensions like a pinwheel of divine frustration."NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—!"
The golden soul she had been guiding slipped from her grasp, tumbling through space like a fallen sunbeam.
And in its wake, another followed—a red one, heavy with vengeance and grief.
Two souls streaked across the cosmic veil toward the barrier of Gensokyo.
The Scarlet Mansion
In the deep mist of the night, under a blood-red moon, the first soul landed.
It drifted down like embers from a dying flame, then flickered into form—a small, ghostly girl, hair dark as regret, eyes glowing faintly with fury long held.
A soft giggle echoed in the mist. "Oh my, what a curious visitor," said a young, noble voice. "Falling straight from the heavens—how delightful."
A crimson parasol twirled in the air.
Remilia Scarlet smiled, her fangs glinting like jewels. "Perhaps you can help me paint the sky tonight, little one."
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The red soul opened her eyes.
Somewhere, far away, another star fell.
The Hakurei Shrine
At the Shrine
A girl was watching the sky. She sighed as the night breeze brushed through her dark hair, her red-brown eyes reflecting the soft glow of the stars. Fairies danced in the distance while insects buzzed lazily in the humid air.
She was a young shrine maiden—wearing her familiar red-and-white outfit with detached white sleeves, black shoes, and a large crimson ribbon in her hair.
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Reimu Hakurei sighed, leaning on her gohei. "Tch… another boring night. No visitors, no donations. Not even a youkai picking a fight. Sometimes I wonder if the gods I serve even remember who I am."
Her voice was soft, carried away by the summer wind. The paper charms on her gohei fluttered lazily as fireflies danced in the dark.
Then, she noticed it—a streak of gold across the heavens, burning brighter than any meteor. "A shooting star? Huh. Maybe I'll get lucky this time and wish for some money."
But it wasn't fading.
It was getting closer.
Her eyes widened as the "star" twisted, slowed, and veered straight toward her shrine gates.
"Oh, come on—!"
The impact came with a blinding flash of golden light. Reimu shielded her eyes, wind whipping her hair. When the glow finally faded, something small lay in the middle of her shrine path.
It wasn't a rock.
It was a boy.
He looked around six, with messy brown hair and a bandage wrapped around his head and left eye.
In his arms, he clutched a tiny golden bear doll with a top hat.
Feathered white wings sprouted faintly from his back, flickering like candlelight.
Reimu froze. "…This is new."
She crouched down and checked him carefully. His skin was cold—too cold. There were no wounds, no signs of life, and yet… There was something.
A faint pulse. Not physical, but spiritual.
Something sacred, fragile, pure.
When she touched him, her natural aura of warmth—born from countless battles with gods and ghosts—flared softly, thawing the chill from his skin. "You poor thing," she murmured, brushing hair from his face. "Falling from the sky like that… What are you, an angel or an accident?"
The boy stirred faintly. His lips parted. A whisper escaped, barely audible.
"...Cassidy…"
Reimu blinked. "Great. He talks in his sleep too."
She sighed, lifting him gently into her arms. He was light—too light, like he'd left half of himself somewhere far away.
"Guess I've adopted a celestial kid now. Wonderful," she muttered as she walked toward her shrine.
Above them, a faint shimmer of gold lingered in the air—like a blessing, or a warning.
Back in the void, someone screamed.
She had long, blonde-orange hair, red eyes, and wore a Chinese-style red and yellow tabard with a wide-sleeved black dress and a black phoenix crown. Behind her shimmered seven light-purple flame-like tails, flickering with an eerie yet oddly soothing radiance.
This was Junko, and she was furious.
"CLOWNPIECE!" she shouted, her voice echoing across dimensions.
The accused culprit — a fairy with a jester's grin and stars-and-stripes outfit — immediately yelped and ducked behind another figure.
Clownpiece trembled, clutching her torch like it was a shield. "I–I was just trying to show you my screaming candle! You didn't have to explode!"
"You interrupted my ritual!" Junko snapped, eyes glowing brighter. "Do you have any idea what you've done?! That soul was pure! It was supposed to stabilize my chaos — my other half — and now it's gone!"
Hecatia Lapislazuli, who had been watching the entire mess unfold, blinked in disbelief. She tugged her chain-collar lightly, letting the three orbs at her side sway — Earth, Moon, and Otherworld.
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"Okay, okay, timeout," Hecatia said, stepping between them. "Junko, honey, breathe. You're lighting up half of Hell with your temper again."
Junko turned sharply toward her, eyes blazing. "My destined soul just slipped through the border into that shrine maiden's sandbox! You expect me to be calm?!"
Clownpiece peeked from behind Hecatia's skirt. "U-uh… technically, I didn't mean to knock you off course. You said he was bright, so I thought lighting more fire would help—"
"More fire?!" Junko's voice cracked with disbelief. "He's not a candle, he's a soul!"
Hecatia facepalmed, muttering, "You really brought the stupidest fairy from Hell to an interdimensional ritual, didn't you?"
Junko exhaled sharply, her hair and tails flickering with static light. "It doesn't matter. He's in Gensokyo now. I can still reach him… eventually."
"Eventually?" Hecatia raised an eyebrow. "You do realize Yukari's barrier doesn't exactly like foreign chaos leaking through. The last time you poked that thing, she mailed me a death threat and a cookie basket."
Junko clenched her fists. "Then I'll deal with her too."
"Uh-huh," Hecatia said dryly. "Sure you will. But before you go chaos-raging through Gensokyo, maybe consider why he fell there. If he really is the soul you think he is… that place might do him some good."
Junko paused — just for a second.
Then she looked away, her expression softening slightly. "...He's pure. Too pure for this multiverse. Maybe even for me."
Clownpiece tilted her head. "Sooo… are we still bringing him back or…?"
Junko's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Oh, I will. But when I do…" She smirked, voice dropping to a whisper. "He'll have seen what this world truly is. And when that day comes—he'll choose me."
Hecatia gave her a long, unimpressed stare. "...You're already planning your wedding speech, aren't you?"
Junko's smirk only widened. "Every goddess needs a little hope, Hecatia."
Clownpiece whispered, "Or obsession."
Both goddesses turned toward her.
Clownpiece's wings stiffened. "...I'll go light some candles."
And with that, the jester fairy zoomed off in a panicked trail of red-white-blue flame.
Hecatia sighed, rubbing her temples. "You and your love stories are gonna end the universe one day."
Junko, gazing toward the shimmering crack in reality that led to Gensokyo, murmured softly:
"Then I'll just rebuild it—with him."
Hecatia looked at Junko as she thought of an Idea. "If you're still mad, and wanna punish Clownpiece".
Junko looked at her as she grinned. "Oh, I see".
They both looked at Clownpiece, who was lighting a candle as she looked at them, scared.
They both spoke together. "You're now responsible for finding him and bringing him here".
Clownpiece froze mid-motion, the candle trembling in her hand as the wicked grins of Junko and Hecatia loomed over her.
"W-wait, wha—?!" she stammered, her wings twitching nervously.
Junko folded her arms, tails flickering brighter as she leaned in. "You heard us, little flame. You interfered with my ritual, sent my soul fragment into Gensokyo, and nearly tore a hole through the Lunar Veil in the process. So now…" Her lips curved into a smile that was both angelic and menacing. "You're going to fix it."
Clownpiece's jaw dropped. "You want me to go to Gensokyo?! That place hates chaos! The fairies there throw rocks at me!"
Hecatia chuckled, resting an elbow on Junko's shoulder. "Awww, you'll be fine. Think of it as… a field trip. Besides, you're technically one of mine, so if Yukari gives you trouble, tell her it's a diplomatic mission."
"Diplomatic—!?" Clownpiece squeaked. "She'll gape me into the void!"
Junko took a step forward, her eyes glowing like molten gold. "Then you'd better move fast, little spark. Track him down, learn what's become of him, and bring him to me. Every delay will only make your punishment worse."
Clownpiece gulped so hard her hat wobbled. "Y-y-you mean worse than being trapped in the Moon's gravity well for a week?"
Hecatia's grin turned almost playful. "Oh, much worse."
The air around them shimmered with the weight of divine power. The three orbs circling Hecatia spun faster, humming with cosmic resonance, while Junko's tails blazed in unison, forming the image of a blazing sigil in midair. It pulsed once—then shot toward Clownpiece, wrapping around her like a ring of light.
"Wha—what's this?!" Clownpiece yelped.
Junko replied coolly, "A tether. It'll guide you toward him… and ensure you can't come back empty-handed."
The fairy's heart sank. "So basically… I'm doomed."
Hecatia smirked. "Not if you succeed. Besides, Gensokyo's fun if you don't explode anything for five minutes."
Clownpiece shot them both a deadpan stare. "That's like asking me not to breathe fire!"
Junko gave her one last look, eyes cold but not unkind. "Go. Find him before someone else does."
Clownpiece hesitated, but the tether began to pull — a shimmering thread tugging her toward a rift at the edge of the void. She sighed, clutching her torch tighter.
"Fine, fine! But if I get eaten by a shrine maiden, I'm haunting both of you!"
Hecatia waved lazily. "We'll keep the candles ready."
And with a flash of red, blue, and gold light, Clownpiece vanished through the veil, her laughter fading into the distance — half defiant, half terrified.
Junko exhaled, crossing her arms. "She'll either find him… or burn half of Gensokyo in the process."
Hecatia grinned. "Either way, entertainment for the night."
Junko's gaze drifted toward the distant stars, her expression softening again. "Let's hope she brings him back before the shrine maiden does."
The void shimmered — and for the briefest moment, a faint echo of a heartbeat pulsed between worlds.
Meanwhile back in Gensokyo.
Inside, Reimu gently placed the boy on her bed. She stared at the bandage around his head, curiosity gnawing at her. What was it hiding?
Slowly, she began to unwrap it.
And then—she froze.
He was missing an eye completely… and she could see part of his frontal lobe. The sight made her stomach churn. Even for someone used to bizarre things, this was horrifying.
Reimu covered her mouth, steadying herself. Then, quietly, she placed her hand over his head.
Divine energy flowed through her fingertips—soft golden light that carried the prayers of her ancestors and the forgotten god she served. The magic weaved into the boy's broken form, mending what once was gone.
Blood vessels reappeared. Bone reknit. The cracks in his skull vanished.
Reimu, though no doctor, remembered what Rinnosuke had taught her about anatomy. Summoning a small Danmaku shaped like an eye, she infused it with her healing spell. Carefully, she guided it into the empty socket.
She could feel the blood vessels and nerves reattach—the cornea, iris, and lens fusing into place, the optic nerve reforming as life returned to his fragile form.
Finally, she pulled her hand back, sweat beading on her forehead.
"...There," she whispered softly. "That should do it."
The boy stirred faintly, his small hand still clutching the golden bear.
Reimu exhaled shakily, her hands trembling as she pulled back. The air smelled faintly of iron and incense — the mix of blood and purification. The faint glow from her hands lingered over Chris's face before fading, leaving behind a pale, peaceful expression that almost made him look human again.
Her heart thudded in her chest. She wasn't used to this kind of healing — this wasn't exorcising a spirit or patching up a fairy after a danmaku scuffle. This was… rebuilding someone.
She wiped her forehead, realizing how pale she'd gone. "You're lucky, kid," she muttered under her breath. "Anyone else would've left you in the forest."
Reimu glanced at his face again — the new eye, faintly glowing with energy, shimmered like a star reflected in a pool of ink. Not entirely human. Not entirely spiritual either. Something in between.
She frowned. "Just what are you?"
As if in response, a pulse of energy surged from his chest — not malicious, but wrong. It was cold, heavy, ancient, and… familiar. Reimu instinctively reached for an ofuda, but stopped when she realized the aura wasn't attacking her. It was reacting — to her divine magic.
The talismans on her walls fluttered from the shift in spiritual pressure. Even the shrine's sacred barrier gave a faint hum, like a warning whisper.
"Okay," she said aloud, rubbing her temples. "He's not human. Definitely not a ghost. Not a youkai either… Great. Just what I needed — another headache."
The wind outside stirred. For a moment, she thought she heard faint laughter — the echo of a jester's giggle, carried from somewhere far beyond Gensokyo's barrier.
Reimu didn't notice. She simply sighed, dragging a chair beside the bed and sitting down.
She crossed her arms, watching Chris's chest rise and fall. "Whoever you are… you owe me a donation when you wake up."
She leaned back, her eyelids drooping as the night deepened.
And as she began to drift to sleep, Chris's fingers twitched slightly — his aura stabilizing, his new eye faintly glowing under the moonlight.
For a moment, the faint shape of a flaming sigil shimmered in the reflection of his iris — the same one Junko had conjured earlier.
Something was coming. And Gensokyo was about to remember that even death doesn't stay dead forever.
To be continued
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