Disclaimer: To Aru Majutsu No Index belongs to Kazuma Kamachi and Touhou Project belongs to ZUN. I don't own either of these properties.

Arriving in Gensokyo with a BANG I

Gensokyo.

The realm separated from the modern world in favor of shedding hope to the forgotten thrown over to the tides of history. If one sought adventure, comfort, and color within life's prospects to those without a home to speak of, then the realm of the supernatural should hold the answers.

That is and will forever be the ideal Gensokyo desired by many. Opened to all, abnormality or otherwise equally welcomed. Its reputation to the mystical world cemented its image to those with prospects of integrating themselves to the paradise loved by the gods.

Or at least, it would've been further onwards since it's conception.

Tonight sought to tell a different story than usual from how many had preceded the land. The sunset an hour before casted darkness with the holy star in the sky falling asleep before everyone else. It was just one night. One so simple and established with the usual anxiety by the human populace heedful of the hunger of youkai.

Simple occurrences left unbidden among the accepted norm of the land ranged from losing a few missing denizens in the dark or spent drinking tea out in the engawas in order to stargaze.

That, however, will be short-lived. Nobody was concerned enough to be precautious of disasters unannounced simply by the virtue of having experienced them too many times to be told in a lifetime. The air enclosed all around was eerie with trepidation suddenly.

The denizens had no way to expect the ensuing chaos granted to Gensokyo uninvited.

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It was utterly bestial yet blew the air of dignity. The power behind the rumble voice was no less inferior to a great calamity be it an earthquake or tsunami. Every atom in the air trembled in submission by the visible shockwaves ravaging the currents.

Rain marked the absence of peace and the divine came to the fore. It was either to bless fertility or destroy civilization. What was once a drizzle to last a single night became a crushing downpour easily for a week. Clouds incarnated and scattered everywhere in the sky, and the stars – representation of the gods – forced into prohibition from touching the Earth.

A silhouette squirmed and coiled hidden in the clouds across the horizon of Youkai Mountain. Under normal conditions, no soul could perceive the monstrous figure dancing within that force of destruction or rejuvenation.

Not unless they were a gifted soul in the field of visual surveillance ranging as far as the heavens.

A white wolf tengu at the height of 145cm was stationed at the border of the mountain as first witness to the true form of the madness above. Her red eyes and short, white, wild hair adjoined with a red tokin [1] dilated in primitive fear, yet steady in observation. She wore a white, long-sleeved shirt together with a large black skirt knitting a red-flame like design across it combined with a white layer below. Her hands shaken by the roar almost caused her scimitar and shield - enshrining a red maple leaf print on its center – to fall from her grip.

Her eyes carried the power of Telegnosis to see almost 4,000 kilometers away. The power granted her a chance to observe up-close what that figure truly was. Whether or not it was a curse or a blessing under the situation could not be surmised immediately.

Momiji Inubashiri noticed the anomaly as every hair on her body stood straight. A faithful patrolman for the Tengu species, who was always prepared for any kind of intruders upon the mountain, yet even this went beyond any prior experience she ever faced for the years she's been on duty. Her teeth were clenched tight and her legs were ready to buckle if roar distanced Gensokyo.

Ghastly amethyst fish scales patched the holes within the billow of clouds. They were a hint transparent and almost pale blue at certain intervals. A serpentine-like structural body frame. Its size gave no other indication for what the creature should be.

A dragon.

Although most of the details were shrouded in clouds, she could still make out details of the most distinguishing features. And a haunted expression colored her face pale when conflicting features and limbs clogged the clouds.

A head poked out with claws jutting from where its eye sockets should be. A limbed body cut the air from its crystalline skin.

'Four – no, eight dragons!' Momoiji thoughts screamed her words where her mouth tightened.

Blind Dragon - rough edges spiked across the body and claws horrifically extended from its eye sockets.

Mineral Dragon – entire body made out of crystal. Its clear beauty magnified from the four-spiked crown above the head.

Spear-Headed Dragon – A giant spear-head as its name signified being above its eyes and pointing forward to wherever its head gazed.

One-eyed Dragon – crown reminiscent of a cobra and a lone giant eye in the center of its head.

Energy Dragon – no muscle or meat upon its skeletal frame burning in an intense fire the likes of which no star could surpass.

Four-eye Dragon – two giant fangs off to the side of its face and four eyes skidded and wandered like a chameleon's eye.

Demon Dragon – horns helmeted its face with another pair under the chin and demonic wings behind its head.

The final – the established center point of the horde - had the general shape of a dragon's head with spikes protruding behind it. The most normal yet robust with mountainous power to tower the rest - The Dragon King.

The surprises never ceased. The most bizarre of all elements in the corner of her eye in contrast to the dragons was a single humanoid shape right in the center of the circling dragons. They were suspended in the air, preventing their fall.

The dragons' encircling movements around the humanoid had caused the drizzle all over Gensokyo to expedite. She was distantly conscious enough to call it a tiring nuisance in the back of her mind. The white tengu didn't want to be in her position right now while drenched too.

Then, a sudden shift in the air she felt even from her position on the ground. A sound unlike anything she had ever heard was approaching.

More shapes were elongating from the humanoid outline. As if eight weren't enough, two new members of the horde manifested themselves and joined the menacing circle.

Plant Dragon - completely covered or composed of vegetations, roots, and flora with a bulging heart in its chest.

Branch-horn Dragon - covered in white webbing-like scales complemented by its stunning pair of gold horns.

The gears of a grand setup were complete, and all, but one dragon, dispersed themselves hidden in the clouds and flying away independently to unconquered domains.

Momiji could almost make out the trajectory of one heading towards the moon.

The last one who stayed behind simply took its time observing the humanoid. Its tens of kilometers long body being spread out everywhere.

In a flash, without any warning, darkness blanketed the whole of Gensokyo. Disturbed by the sudden void in all directions, Momiji hurried to find some semblance of light. Drenched in sweat and panting fervidly, she wrestled her eyes away from the Dragon King.

When she saw the source for doming Gensokyo, her face blanched. A giant outline of another serpentine body yet again highlighted and shaped by the rain high above it. This time, however, its body spanned across to the entirely of Gensokyo. She couldn't see any scales or the like on its body because it was painted pitch-black.

'Oh what the hell! How is this fair!?' She roared in her mind. She lamented for the first time in her life for being put on duty for tonight.

Momiji took a few steps back and tripped on her rear. Overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the serpent, a thought sparked when her neurons started to come back into operation. There was no doubt in her mind. This was the Highest God of Gensokyo. The Creator God of Gensokyo. Its movement alone with its mass would destroy Gensokyo, and that was her humble opinion.

In total darkness, it remained afloat in the sky neither emitting a single sound nor movement. The suffocating atmosphere and fear coursing through her body impacted her to stop breathing.

That god sporadically phased like static. It continued to remain in this semi-state between corporeal and ethereal until finally, it dissipated into nowhere. The drizzle returned, having become a light shower thanks to the Dragon God's body interfering with the clouds and dispersing them.

She could've sworn that Dragon God's shape and features matched the Dragon King perfectly. [2]

Silently, she observed the sky becoming clearer due to the Dragon God's leave. It was enough for her to see the humanoid revealed to be a male human in strange clothing. An outsider she realized. But the most striking detail about him was his lack of a right hand. From that empty space was where the Dragon King's bottom half was protruding.

Man and Dragon suspended in the air. She had the faintest idea that maybe, they were communicating with each other up there.

Finally, Dragon King acted and dove down to cage him inside its mouth. Both then flashed out of existence, but with her eyes she knew it was pure speed, speed that would put a certain tengu she knew to shame.

The white tengu sat on the cliff beside a roaring waterfall, perspiring and longing to breathe after holding it in for so long. But this was no time to shelter oneself into inaction. She quickly picked herself up in a disheveled fashion using her sword as a cane.

Breathing in hard with her sweaty, pale blue face, she tried to steady her body and mind into pondering what she just witnessed.

'What the hell...Dragon God has returned for real? So he really did exist!'

For over a hundred years, the supposed creator god of Gensokyo had left this paradise unattended without ever gifting an official appearance. The people who attended the inauguration of Gensokyo were the only real source of evidence to his existence, and they were very convincing at that. Some kept quiet about their involvement. The real problem was the lack of documentation to how he was involved during the day of creation. Over time, the newer additions in Gensokyo chalked him up as a fable and passed the credit over to the sages. Despite the generous populace who worship him, both youkai and humans, the lack of an official appearance damaged his credibility.

'Why did Dragon God return? Who were the others with him? And who was that human? Was he brought into Gensokyo by Dragon God? Does he have a higher purpose to play?' She repeated these unanswered questions in her head.

"Hah...must report...to...hah...Lord Tenma..." With a breathless voice, she muttered out her self-imposed duty. The dryness in her throat burned. The current area she sat upon wasn't ideal for gathering answers or to reach the officials.

After enough time to steady herself to the minimum, she decided not to waste a single moment and flew back to the tengu village in the dark, leaving behind her station.

Had she stayed for a few more seconds she would've witnessed a serpentine body treading under the waterfall.

Under the stillness inside a dingy antique store lied its owner on the counter, sitting immobile on his chair. The most out of place item in juxtaposition to the Paradise stuck in the Meiji period was some tablet in his hand.

Cooped comfortably inside to escape the rain and night, he was pleasantly engrossed on his mysteriously working iPad reading the available, modern, digital novels already downloaded inside.

Not much can be said about this unassuming shopkeeper. His height was very surprising among the Japanese populace being as tall as 185cm. It would be entirely right to say he was undeniably human, but it was also right to say he undeniably possessed a body of fantasy. Inhumane golden eyes were cloaked behind his glasses and short silver hair. His black and blue kimono was heavily modified to his unique stature. The three folds of aprons having a unique yin-yang taijtu design rested to his front and sides down the calf. His torso was protected by metal gear that held the kimono strictly in place. Below it, he was geared with a leather tool case. And his pants were sky blue base with white patterns.

He muttered mutely to himself, a lit oil lamp being his only reading light. Rinnosuke Morichika maintained his solitary way of life in such a fashion.

"So this is what a typical school life is supposed to be in the outside world. Fascinating..." His eyes glowed in interest.

Currently, he was reading an old issue of My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected.

"The peaceful exterior of an average day hides an insidious, dark underbelly...modern society remains ever so vicious as it was centuries ago." He quietly exclaimed now that he was really into the text.

How true this was can be left up to debate elsewhere. It was true in a different light, unfortunately. Reality can be much stranger than fiction at times.

"The most sensible person in society is prejudiced and isolated by the ignorant masses. Such is the way of life for the wise." Rinnosuke nodded solemnly with his eyes closed.

Already being attached to the protagonist of the light novel, he increasingly started to immerse himself in the world of the text.

"Women outside are as cold and vicious as they are here. No matter what world, this law remains unchallenged..." He made a troubled face from learning of this one, obvious truth.

This idea of women remained solid in his mind having been the victim of multitudes of women coming into his store to either harass or refuse to be customers under the house of the shopkeeper. He had a very biased opinion.

"The sweet, happy-go-lucky girls that are kind to everyone. Behind that mask is a pitying face for the average man. Good, good, he didn't fall for her deceptions, he'll live a long life with an attitude like that..." He grimaced and appreciated the intelligence of the protagonist. Having experienced similar affiliations with similar women.

If any woman were to hear him talk smack to this degree, he'd be long dead. The reason for his continued survival of this long degree is exactly because he was an unassuming fellow that nobody ever notices or have given second thoughts to. A blessing he has well mastered for centuries.

"It's a nice change of pace from the ever-growing trend of isekai flooding the market. After the last sixty or so they became quite stale…" He admitted his completed reading quota casually.

No matter where the world turns to, fads will prevail in any era.

"There appears to be new editions to this series. Now I have something to look forward to in my personal time. Bookmarked."

As the man tended to his menial and mundane hobby, the old and forgotten warrior sleeping within suddenly roused awake in instinctual attention awaiting an old command.

"..."

Rinnosuke paused briefly when the rush of blood in his system hastened as they sung with excitement. The time had come, and he waited patiently. But times have changed and so did he, so where he stood cannot be determined immediately in coming times.

The drum of a thunderous growl reached his ear, and he knew it would come. Only this one was not one which he was familiar with.

"Hm?" He ripped his eyes away from the tablet and turned them slowly to his front window. Smacking sounds on the glass had intensified. He ignored the clamor like nothing was out of place and returned to his own world, the world of literature. The coming days could wait for just a tiny bit more.

The outside turned completely black and the rain ceased. But this was ignored as well with the convenient lamp by his side, so nothing seemed out of place to him. With his experience in solitude he can mute the sound of rain with ease.

Something just bumped onto to his antique store. The curtains of the window were dangled. Tableware shifted from their initial positions on the shelves.

"Hm…" Finally, he stood up from his chair, dropping the tablet softly on the smooth wooden desk and strode forward to lifts the curtains completely, freeing the visibility outside made available from the window.

Four eyes were revealed to be staring at him.

Shutting the curtains down in the same beat he did when opening them, he then walked back and turned his focus back to the iPad in his hand again.

A loud pressure of impact rammed onto the front of the store.

The store was rumbling by the intent of something again, only this time it was a lot more aggressive. Teacups rumbled on their shelves and scattered on the floor, bursting into pieces. Plates were a lot more unfortunate as rows of stacked dinner plates crashed down in an unorganized symphony. The glass of the window and curtain were blown off and crashing on the floor.

Four eyes became visible again, only this time they were glaring and growling at the fool was acting indifferent earlier.

The man sighed drearily. Unwillingly, but strangely cooperatively, Rinnosuke got up again and went to his hanger for a rain cloak and covered himself. He grabbed another rain cloak and hung it over one of his shoulders. He was on his way to the door but stopped in contemplation. He turned around and headed into the storage room. The audible sound of items was thrown and tossed around by the scavenger. Coming out of the room, Rinnosuke was covered in dust with a sword by his side. "Just in case..."

Opening the door and closing it on his way out, Rinnosuke was finally out in front of his door and gave a quick glance at the four eyes. They stared back.

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The stifling atmosphere was broken by the man in the flesh of a fantasy.

"Well, I can't get to work if I don't have an address." He said to the dragon lying in front of his store.

Four Eyes made a grunt and Rinnosuke got the message.

"Alright then. I'll be off now." Rinnosuke started walking with purpose towards his given destination. He passed by the head of Four Eyes but stopped in place to rotate his head at the serpent. "Oh, one more thing," Rinnosuke arched his eyebrows, "can you clean up the mess while I'm gone, please?"

Four Eyes grunted in compliance. The large body of scales slithered forward to the store and peered inside to mark its work.

Having everything arranged and thanking the dragon, Rinnosuke resumed his path.

"Ow!" He uttered out by reflex from something being tossed at the back of his head. Rotating his head back again, he saw the dragon's head innocently staring into his store as if it hadn't done anything of note. Grunting, he tilted his eyes down and saw several magatamas [3] lying by his feet. Bending his body down to pick them up, he straightened himself and inspected the objects on hand.

"The Yasakani no Magatama!?" [4] Rinnosuke let out in surprise and looked back at Four Eyes, its head remaining still the whole time. "Thank you, again."

With no more distractions to deter him, he set off into the dark night. The helper of the long rain truly beginning his long trek in the shower of rain returning.

In the dead of night, on the edge of the Misty Lake at an imposing, European-styled mansion, the little sister of the mistress stared out the window in one of the many hallways. Her boredom reflected the atmosphere inside the elegant mansion. Utterly empty in a dark enclosed space being dimly lit by candles hanging by the walls.

The little sister in question is Flandre Scarlet, a vampire almost half-a-millennium years old, her childish body of 138cm betraying her age. Her crimson eyes with their vertical slits embodied the image of a vampire. Her hair was short, blond and styled in a loose perm tied in a single ponytail to her left side. Her red dress and vest with frilled sleeves, pink shirt underneath and fancy boots substantiated her position of nobility - A pink mob cap with a red ribbon attached decorated her head. And the most expected, but unusual feature even among her species is her wings. They completed her figure as their black tendrils stretched out from her back. Adorning them are polygonal crystals the colors of the rainbow in parallel with each side.

She was floating with her legs kicking back behind her. Her arms laid flat on the bars of the window with the one side of her head resting on them. Being a master of the nocturnal, she seldom needed sleep as an undead monster. Being most active during the night, she snuck out of her basement in favor of viewing the outside world as a common occurrence she hid well from the other masters of the mansion.

Her mind cursed the rain within her charmingly bored expression. Rain, or more specifically flowing liquids were one of many weaknesses attached to the moniker of a vampire that physically walking under it was agonizing to put it lightly. Prevented from sneaking into the garden to taste the ephemeral air of the world beyond her room and bed, she stared at the glass stained and dipping in raindrops.

Just then, a massive displacement of air shook the manor. Candles shook madly in their hangers. With her heightened senses, she listened and pinpointed the source vaguely above the lake next to her home. She heard the fairy maids scrambling all over the manor in fear, but that didn't matter to her. She felt a slight feeling of fear, curiosity, and then irritation from the rain growing heavier. She wouldn't be able to go out of the manor at this rate for tomorrow.

With renewed focus, her crimson eyes searched for the perpetrator. The dark outline in the clouds visualized with her sharpened eyes in the night gave her the source in no time. She couldn't tell what the creature was from the outline alone as the rain was in the way.

Having lifted her arms off the window bars a short moment ago, she stretched her left arm in front, flexing her hand and curling her finger one by one. The relaxed action might have been enchanting, but to anyone familiar with or had half-a-decent instinct would bail out the moment a finger twitched.

It was a dreadful power spoken of in rumors. The power to destroy anything.

Such a power was befitting the demonic moniker of a vampire. However, such a potent ability should have limits. And there was, however, it was a minor one. The only prerequisite to using it was finding the targets 'eye' and grasping it to her hand.

Everything has an 'eye.'

The point where an object or living being's tension was highest. If these 'eyes' are destroyed, then the object is destroyed without fail, and without any remains to speak of. She was the sole exception in regard to seeing and interacting with them. And more frighteningly, destroy them on a whim.

By gathering the 'eye' of an object to her hand, she can pour power into it (usually by crushing it with her hand) to destroy it, and by destroying the 'eye' she too destroys the corresponding object.

This fearsome ability alone is reason enough for her family to lock her inside The Scarlet Devil Mansion. It wasn't unusual to fear such a destructive power beheld at the hands of a child. Being ostracized by people around her during her youthful days, she was disconnected from forming basic morals. Locked deep under the basement, her lack of emotional growth spiraled out of control.

Right now, her irritation was growing unstable as she immediately employed her ability to destroy the perpetrator of the sudden torrent happening outside. With no remorse behind her, her cold expression chilled the hallways.

She gathered and gathered, searching and searching the shadows in the sky for where their 'eyes' were suspended. Every space, every shadow occupied by them would be torn asunder and be thrown into the void by her cold indifference.

Her hand grasped empty air instead.

Eyes wide open, she stared directly into the impossible. The reason was an utter mystery, an elusive enigma. Must the cloud and rain had obstructed her vision or the distance far too strenuous for the ultimate power of destruction? The latter could not have been the problem for she had destroyed a meteor far into the limitless sky in a time long ago.

Having spent her entire life inside a basement, she had very little opportunity to test the limits her ability could reach. Not that she would willingly do so at any given opportunity to avoid irritating her sister into forcing her own hand to scold the little sister.

While the little vampire was distracted from her bedazzlement, the outside world turned into a darker pitch of black, and the rain ceased its activity. The ruby eyes of a curious little girl peered into the darkness. The limited space of the window did not provide enough freedom of view, so to her the sky turned black and the stars vanished.

Now she was truly afraid as fear crawled its insidious fangs into her spine and blood. Despite being a master of the night, the rapid pace of events could only leave her bewildered, left in the dust and background from understanding fast enough. It didn't help since there was something out there that can summon rain and devour the stars. She merely stared right into the abyss for the whole time. A shiver ran through her. Just now, she felt like the abyss stared back.

The pale light of the moon returned, and the darkness was uplifted. What took place in her view now was the mostly empty sky. The rain never returned with the clouds parting. And the only distinctive object left in the sky was a dragon.

Her eyes glinted back to burning with life it in a rush. She wanted to destroy the dragon. In a remorseless furor, she examined every nook and cranny on its body, in search of its 'eye.' Her frightened, juvenile mind wanted the serpent gone. Her eyes traveled from the top of its head and moved downwards on its body. That was when she took sight of a human in the sky where the body of the dragon stopped. The dragon's body seemed to be elongating out of the human, and it wasn't completely formed with the absence of its tail. She would've questioned the abnormality of a dragon sticking out of a human, but her mind was in no condition to care.

She had finally found an 'eye.' This one didn't come from the dragon unfortunately, but from the human instead. Her conclusion stemmed from the dragon being the cause what with its obvious noble air compared to the rather out of place and lacking in any distinct traits of the human. It seemed to have a deep connection to the human it was connected to, so it must also be its weakness.

Making her decision, she clutched the 'eye' in her hand and squeezed.

She squeezed, and squeezed, and squeezed, and squeezed, and squeezed.

Completely befuddled, she took her eyes off the two beings in the sky and lowered them below to the 'eye' in her hand. She tried crushing with all her super strength this time. Next, she poured all her might and magic into the 'eye.'

It stayed in her hand and regressed back to its former shape from how she was handling it.

Her mind couldn't travel fast enough for her to comprehend this. Her fears evaporated as she stared into the 'eye' as it stared back at her. The staring contest could last for an eternity until-

Her mouth stretched into the brightest smile she ever made in her life. The brain was on a sugar rush. Cheeks became rosy, and her eyes sparkled and glistened. Her body was madly vibrating in the air with uncontainable excitement.

She broke off eye contact with the 'eye' and looked out the window one last time. The duo was nowhere in sight now.

"Thank you…"

Flandre quietly muttered, but that small noise carried a lifetime of joy.

"Finally…someone who won't break…"

Flandre Ogled the 'eye' in her hand and clutched it close to her chest with her eyes shut. She would never let go of this. Her first and most precious, precious friend. She shifted her legs closer to her chest to enclose the 'eye,' now in a sitting position in the air.

"He-hehehehehe…!"

She broke into a fit of innocent giggles befitting the young, child-like body of hers.

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Jubilation embraced her being as she laughed and stretched out every limb outward while throwing the 'eye' above her.

Righting herself straight, she caught the 'eye' in her hands and juggled it in the air. Twirling around, her dancing motions created a faint breeze in the hallway.

"Hu-hu-hu hum~, hum hum hu~!"

She hummed along with each minor gesture, 'eye' in hand. The jubilant girl wandered down the hall without purpose, increasing her tempo with each twirl. The shaken fairy maids looking upon her with confusion and horror on their faces were similarly ignored. They wouldn't understand, only the 'eye' could. That's what she thought. The only thought remained in her mind.

'A friend…! A friend…! A FRIEND! One that will always survive my touch!'

She stopped in place to bend her knew and tilt her body slightly down. The 'eye' was being held in both hands as she fixed her stare at it longingly. She knew this wasn't the real friend in her hand. It was only a substitute.

'If only there were some way, I could learn something about you…'

Then, as if in response to her wishes the pupil of the 'eye' glowed. Flandre wasn't cautious - in fact, she was giddy with anticipation. Her eyes widened and twinkled like stars. Her complete trust was placed on to her would-be friend.

'What more surprises will the night gift me!? Oh! It's showing me something!'

Gaining a friend during the night and learning a new aspect to her once dreaded ability she cared little for, Flandre was having the time of her life.

A vision, a thought, or word was crystalized inside that 'eye.' The information of the 'eye' and what one could gleam from it must be extracted using the power of a wish.

Once the light subsided, Flandre was grinning madly, holding back a squeal and muttered…

"Kamijou Touma…"

She wished to know of her friend, and the 'eye' would grant her knowledge of the corresponding person. Of course. An 'eye' is intricately connected to everything it belongs to. The body, soul, and history of the object. If the 'eye' is destroyed, so will everything that belongs to it. As the sovereign who reigns over the 'eyes,' she could command them other than to destroy. She could listen to the history that is connected to the 'eye' and absorb it into her.

Having ever used her powers during her most emotional instability, she could only have been using it to destroy being so simple-minded. But now, using this power over 'eyes' for the sake of learning and reaching out to others instead has given birth to a possibility she had never thought of before.

For the first time, she was glad to be in possession of this power.

"Touma, Touma, Touma…!"

Muttering the name of her non-physical friend like a mantra, she shivered in excessive joy.

By a stroke of luck in learning the new ways her power could be employed, her friendship with the unseen person magnified.

'It seems to be a one-sided exchange. I can learn from him, but he can't on this end since I only have this power…'

Standing up in the air, she had tried to project her thoughts to Touma and tell him her name. But nothing special occurred.

'If only there was a way to find him…'

In response yet again, the 'eye' floated off from her hands softly and traveled in a straight path with purpose.

Flandre beamed with pride, puffing her chest up for her new finds. She could now use the 'eyes' as a tracker to the desired person it belongs to. An 'eye' being removed from its person is unnatural and would correct this wrong by returning to its rightful place.

'Finally, I can finally leave this mansion when that girl permits me to once I bring a person who I can't break! He could even be my tutor! And... and as long as I have him by my side, I'll never be bored again!'

The first quest of the night began. Look out ol' misfortunate one. For there will be no escape from the Devil's sister. For a shadow has cast itself all over your already dark future.

'Today, right now, is when I'll find my friend!'

Led by the 'eye' moving at a steady pace, they both stopped at another window in the mansion.

And from the glass case, it had raindrops flowing down upon it. The noise of downpour and the crackling of thunder entering her ears.

"Mouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

The little sister could only moan and pout as she swung her fists above her, having ordered the 'eye' to stop as well.

Perhaps another day will come…

[1]: Tokins are small boxes worn on the foreheads of Yamabushi - practitioners of Shugendō - or more commonly known as Tengu. They can also be used as a drinking cup besides being a head decoration.

[2]: Dragon king, Dragon God, they both have the same reading in kanji and are spoken the same as Ryūjin.

[3]: Curved, comma-shaped beads described as jewelry and are used as ceremonial and religious objects in Japan, commonly as talismans.

[4]: One of the three sacred treasures in Japan. An imperial regalia. It was used in conjunction with another sacred treasure, The mirror Yata no Kagami to lure the sun goddess, Amaterasu from a cave she self-imprisoned herself in.

A/ N: So yeah, hello everybody, and thank you for having read the first chapter to my first fic!

As of plans right now, I'm just jotting down the rough outline of the plot. The first chapter here I've only scrambled up in procrastinating for a few days and wanted to get this out now. I'll warn you early here to expect a very, very irregular update schedule, if I had one.

I've taken creative liberties to shoehorn in some leftover dragon designs and incorporate them for future plot points. As for Flandre's newfound application to her ability…it may or may not serve as a plot point down the line.

Expectations to be had for the fic starting now: Kamijou Touma, nuff said.

Please call out any grammar errors in my fic. They are very much appreciated.

Once again, I appreciate you spending the time to read this with my amateur writing skills and look out for more updates to come as I try to improve.