It had been a few days since Reimu found the boy — the strange child who had fallen from the sky.
She still didn't know his name.
She'd hoped he'd tell her, but the boy remained silent. He didn't cry, didn't laugh — only watched her with those calm blue eyes, as if the world itself weighed too heavily for him to speak.
Reimu could've sworn she'd heard a whisper of a name that night when she found him. A faint murmur, carried by the wind. But when she tried to ask again, he never answered.
Still, for reasons she didn't quite understand, she kept taking care of him. Maybe it was pity. Maybe curiosity. Maybe something deeper.
The boy never let go of his small golden bear plush. She had tried once — gently, just to clean it — but he'd clung to it so tightly that she gave up with a sigh.
So, with nothing else to do, Reimu took him in and treated him as… well, she didn't know what exactly. Not quite a son, not quite a guest — just someone she couldn't leave alone.
That morning, Reimu was cooking when she called out, "Ryusei, come down!"
The boy appeared quietly from the stairs.
Since he wouldn't tell her his name, she had given him one herself — Ryusei, "falling star." It felt fitting, considering how she'd found him, like a piece of the sky dropped into her world.
She set the food on the table and glanced at him. He stood there, clutching the bear, looking unsure.
"Don't just stand there," Reimu said, half-smiling despite herself. "Eat before it gets cold."
'Reimu…' Chris thought silently as he watched her, his expression soft. 'She feels… warm.'
Chris floated up onto the chair, his small wings fluttering just enough to lift him before folding back neatly. Reimu watched, half impressed, half bewildered.
Even now, she wasn't sure what he was. Those wings — faintly glowing, feathery yet touched with golden static — looked almost angelic. But angels hadn't descended from Heaven in centuries. Not to Gensokyo, at least.
Her eyes drifted, as they always did, to his left eye — the one she had recreated. The Danmaku-forged iris shimmered faintly under the morning light, proof that her strange, improvised healing had somehow worked.
The boy sat quietly. Then, to her surprise, he pressed his small hands together and bowed his head before eating — a prayer. Not quite the same words or rhythm she used, but earnest, gentle, like he'd seen her do it and wanted to follow properly.
When he finally picked up the chopsticks, his hands trembled slightly. He tried to grab a piece of food, missed, tried again — and the moment he almost succeeded, it slipped right back onto the plate.
Reimu couldn't help but laugh softly. It wasn't mocking — more like the quiet laugh of someone who'd seen this before.
"Here," she said, sliding closer and holding out her own pair of chopsticks. "Like this. See?"
Chris tilted his head slightly, watching her hands. His blue eyes flickered with concentration.
'She's patient,' he thought. 'Nobody… ever waited for me like this.'
He mimicked her movements, slow and careful. This time, he managed to grab a small piece of food and lifted it triumphantly.
Reimu smiled. "There you go. You'll get the hang of it, Ryusei."
Chris nodded once, quiet but proud — and for the first time since she'd met him, Reimu swore she saw a tiny spark of warmth flicker behind those eyes.
Meanwhile, in the Scarlet Mansion, a Door was closed as the Maid sighed as she looked, she had slept for days.
She is a silver-haired woman with dark blue eyes, wearing a French maid outfit, which was white and blue, her eyes were a Blue Colour as she looked at the Basement door she closed for their new guest.
[Insert image of Sakuya Izayoi]
Sakuya sighed as she looked at the girl looking at her from the Stairs.
On the stairs was a Petit almost childlike girl with short, light-blue hair, red eyes, and was notably short. She wears a light-pink or red dress with a matching mob cap, a large red ribbon, and has a pair of large, black bat-like wings on her back.
Sakuya sighed as she spoke. "MIlady, are you sure putting that girl in the same room as your sister is the greatest idea".
Remilia gave a soft chuckle, one hand resting elegantly on her cheek as she leaned against the staircase railing.
"Oh, Sakuya~," she said with that teasing, aristocratic tone of hers, "You worry too much. My dear little sister needs company—someone close to her age. Perhaps she'll behave better with a new playmate."
Sakuya crossed her arms, her expression a mix of concern and resignation. "With all due respect, milady, your sister's… idea of playing involves craters and melted walls."
Remilia waved her hand dismissively. "Details, details! I've already told Flandre to be gentle with our guest."
From somewhere deep in the mansion's basement, a faint, muffled BOOM echoed, followed by Flandre's cheerful voice:
"Oops! That one went too high!"
Sakuya pinched the bridge of her nose. "…I rest my case."
Remilia sighed, smiling despite herself. "Ah, youth. So full of energy."
But as the laughter and distant explosions quieted, Remilia's eyes softened slightly.
"Still… there's something peculiar about that child, Sakuya. When I found her—covered in light and clutching that strange golden bear—her aura felt… different. Not like a human, not like a youkai, not even like a ghost."
Sakuya nodded slowly. "You felt it too, then. A strange resonance. Like she's both alive and not."
Remilia turned toward one of the tall, stained-glass windows. "Exactly. A soul half-bound, half-lost. How intriguing…"
She smirked, her wings fluttering. "Perhaps fate decided to give my little sister an interesting friend this time."
Sakuya sighed again, bowing slightly. "As you wish, milady. I'll prepare tea—and perhaps… reinforce the basement door."
Remilia laughed softly. "Oh, Sakuya. Always so dramatic. I'm sure they'll get along just fine."
At that moment, another CRASH echoed below—followed by Flandre's delighted voice shouting:
"Tag! You're it!"
Sakuya's deadpan stare could've frozen time itself. "…I'll fetch the fireproof silverware."
Back in the Hakurei Shrine, the wind shimmered briefly—before a broom descended from the sky, kicking up dust and a few startled fairies.
A loud thud followed as the rider landed with all the subtlety of a firework.
The newcomer smirked as she straightened up, brushing off her skirt. "Heh, smooth landing as always."
She adjusted her black witch hat, the golden strands of her hair glinting in the sunlight that filtered through the shrine's torii gate. Her bright, mischievous golden eyes scanned the area like a cat who'd found something shiny to steal.
[Insert image of Marisa Kirisame]
Marisa Kirisame, the Ordinary Magician of Gensokyo, placed a hand on her hip as she surveyed the gate and the faint residue of spiritual energy floating in the air.
"Yep, this is the spot alright," she muttered. "Big ol' light show a few days back, and Miss Lazy Shrine Maiden didn't even come to investigate properly."
She raised a brow and called out, "Oi, Reimu! You alive in there, or did the shrine finally collapse on you?"
No response.
Marisa rolled her eyes, grinning. "Figures. She's probably taking a nap with her donation box—empty as always."
Then she turned slightly, addressing the faint ripple of a gap that had appeared nearby. A single golden eye peeked through it.
"Zi," Marisa said with a smirk, "this the place you meant?"
From the gap came the calm, amused voice of Yukari Yakumo.
"Indeed~ I thought you'd enjoy a little field trip. Something interesting fell from the heavens, and I thought—who better to snoop than my favorite little thief?"
Marisa snorted. "Heh, ya make it sound like I'm gonna steal it. Which, y'know… depends on what it is."
Yukari's chuckle echoed, sly and lilting. "Oh, I'm sure you'll want to."
Marisa frowned slightly. "The way ya say that makes it sound like trouble."
"Oh, it is," Yukari replied cheerfully before the gap closed with a flutter.
Marisa sighed. "Figures she'd leave me hangin'. Welp—guess I'll check it myself."
She pushed open the shrine doors and peeked inside—expecting to see Reimu sprawled out snoring or complaining about donations.
Instead, what she found was Reimu sitting quietly on the tatami mat… and beside her, a small boy with brown hair and one eye bandaged, holding a golden bear plush tightly to his chest.
Marisa blinked.
"...Okay, didn't expect that."
Reimu looked up, sighing like she'd been waiting for this moment. "Marisa. Don't touch him."
Marisa grinned, immediately crouching down next to the kid. "Aww, c'mon, he's cute! What's the story here, Reimu? Did ya start a daycare or somethin'?"
Reimu gave her an unimpressed look. "He fell out of the sky."
Marisa blinked. "…You serious?"
The boy turned his head slightly, his blue eye watching her curiously but silently.
Marisa scratched her cheek. "…You sure he ain't one of Yukari's weird experiments?"
Reimu sighed. "No. And don't give her any ideas."
Marisa smirked, leaning closer to the boy. "So what's your name, little guy?"
The boy tilted his head slightly but said nothing, his lips forming a faint, uncertain line.
Reimu crossed her arms. "He doesn't talk. I think he's mute."
Marisa frowned slightly at that but then smiled again, her tone softening. "Well, mute or not, ya got a good lookin' bear there, kid."
The boy blinked… and to Marisa's surprise, the golden plush bear's eyes flickered with faint light for just a second.
Marisa froze. "…Reimu."
Reimu groaned. "Yeah. That's why I said don't touch him."
Marisa looked at Reimu with her usual grin. "So, does the kid have a name?"
Reimu gave a small shrug. "I think so. But since he hasn't said a word to me yet, I've just been calling him Ryusei."
Marisa tilted her head, crouching down to the boy's level. "Hey, buddy. Nice to meet ya! I'm Marisa Kirisame— the best magician in all of Gensokyo, ze!"
The moment the word left her mouth, Chris's eyes snapped shut.
A golden light flickered around him— faint at first, then blinding.
The air shimmered.
Reality stuttered.
Golden static bled into the edges of the room, crackling like an old VHS tape trying to play something it shouldn't. The faint echo of ghostly laughter rippled through the shrine— soft, distant, but enough to make Marisa take a step back.
When the light faded, Chris was gone.
Reimu felt a tug on her leg and looked down—
he was there, clinging to her, trembling.
Marisa blinked, her hat tilting. "...Okay. That's new."
Chris looked at her, his expression blank but his thoughts echoing faintly through the room.
'Too loud…'
Reimu immediately dropped to one knee beside him, her voice soft. "Hey, Ryusei, it's okay. I'm here."
Her tone carried that strange blend of sternness and warmth unique to her— the same one she used to soothe spirits that didn't understand they were dead. She placed a hand on his shoulder. He flinched at the touch but didn't pull away.
Marisa scratched her cheek, unease flickering in her eyes. "Loud? You mean me? Or— something else?"
The shrine's air felt thicker than usual, as if sound itself had weight. The last strands of golden static were still fading away, leaving a faint metallic scent behind.
Reimu glanced toward the empty space above the tatami. "...You felt that too, didn't you?"
"Yeah," Marisa muttered, clutching her mini-Hakkero. "That wasn't normal magic, ze."
Meanwhile, between the gaps—
A golden slit opened in midair like the smile of a sleeping cat. From within it, Yukari Yakumo watched, her fan covering her lips. Her eyes gleamed with amusement, but her tone was calm, calculating.
"Oh my... what a fascinating distortion. Even for Gensokyo, that child's wavelength feels foreign."
Her gaze softened for a moment, noticing how Reimu held the trembling boy close. "And yet, Reimu's barrier didn't reject him. That's... curious."
Behind her, the stillness of the gap rippled like water disturbed by a distant storm.
She snapped her fan shut with a quiet flutter.
"Let's keep watching a little longer," she murmured. "After all, not every falling star burns out."
Back in the Shrine—
Reimu blinked, her hand still resting on Chris's shoulder as she processed what Marisa said.
"Wait… you understood that echo?"
Marisa tilted her hat back, confused. "Yeah, clear as day. Why, you didn't?"
Reimu frowned. "No. I just heard… noise. Like someone whispering through paper."
Marisa looked at her like she'd just grown a second head. "Weird. I understood the words perfectly, but— he said it too loud." She rubbed her ear. "Felt like it went straight into my head."
Reimu's gaze shifted back to the boy, who was staring down at the floorboards, clutching the golden bear plush like a lifeline.
"...Marisa," Reimu said slowly. "What did he say?"
Marisa hesitated. "He said… 'too loud.'"
Reimu's eyes widened. "That wasn't Japanese."
Marisa blinked. "You sure? Sounded normal to me." Then realization hit her like a spell card to the face. "Wait— that's it. He's not speaking Japanese. He's speaking English!"
The silence that followed was thick with the weight of the discovery. The wind outside rustled the ofuda hanging from the shrine gates, the faint chime of the wind bell punctuating the moment.
Reimu sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Great. So he's a foreigner and psychic. Just what I needed."
Marisa smirked, hands on her hips. "Oh come on, Reimu, don't be so gloomy. A flying mute foreign kid who speaks straight into your head? That's gotta be worth at least one tea conversation."
Reimu gave her a look. "You're making tea."
Marisa laughed awkwardly. "...Fair."
Reimu looked back at the boy, her tone softening. "Ryusei… or whatever your name really is… we'll figure this out."
Chris tilted his head slightly, his thoughts faint but clear.
'You… can't understand me?'
Marisa's eyes widened. "He said something again!"
Reimu sighed. "Then translate, because this is about to become a very long day."
To be continued
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