Phoenix Wright and Touhou. I really don't have any reasons why I think these two series go together so well...um...they're both Japanese...?

Originally I'd planned a typical "OC ends up in Gensokyo and does shit" fic, but then I realized I'm terrible at making my own characters. Hell, I can't even properly characterize EXISTING characters. So I decided to bring in the Ace Attorney series, making it "Blackquill ends up in Gensokyo and does shit." Maybe in the future I'll write an OC fic, but not now. Enjoy! And Yukari is a troll.

Prologue

Turnabout in the City

"The court finds the defendant...guilty."

The verdict of the familiar bald judge echoed throughout the courtroom, prompting an almost comical wail of despair from the accused, a similarly high-pitched dejected outburst from the defense attorney, and a typically nonexistent reaction from the now-famous prosecutor.

Blackquill couldn't help inwardly smirking at the sight of his originally confident and arrogant opponent's facial expression. Typical amateur, thinking he can save the world. Or something along those lines. The rookie reminded him of the lawyers at the Wright Anything Agency, minus the selflessness, sense, and skill. Speaking of which...Athena had invited him to lunch. Hopefully he wasn't late.

The judge turned to him. "Well, Prosecutor Blackquill, it appears you have done it again."

"Must I speak falsely encouraging words to this moronic upstart? It pains me, and I have more important matters to attend to."

"...Well...I-I suppose not..."

"In that case, I will take my leave. Thank you."

He whistled sharply, and Taka flew to his shoulder.

"Traffic?" Taka shook his head, which meant...he looked at his watch. Whew. He'd be right on time. Without another word (but several glares) the intimidating prosecutor strode out.

I never thought Athena would eat somewhere so...refined, Blackquill mused as he approached the exceedingly formal-looking establishment. He knew he'd remembered the address correctly, but he was still uncertain whether he'd arrived at the right place.

Something's not right.

Athena never liked eating at such restaurants, finding the waiting time dreadfully dull and the food over-elegant. As Edgeworth once quipped, "Even Burger King tests her patience." Though the statement was indeed a joke, Blackquill knew from experience how true it could be at times.

But on the other hand, her car was parked not far from his. He shrugged. Perhaps she wanted to try some Mediterranean cuisine?

As he walked to the entrance and opened the door, he missed seeing Athena's car fall into a gap that materialized from nowhere and vanish completely.

"Fufufufufu~" chuckled—well, we already know who she is.

As Blackquill was guided to his table, he steeled himself. Already he could tell that something was extremely fishy about this whole arrangement, and while part of him screamed to run away, another part of him was rather curious just what was going on.

"Your table, sir. Can I get you two something to drink?"

He seated himself. Across from him was a woman wearing a frilly, aristocratic purple dress with red ribbons. Next to her was a...pink parasol?

What the hell was this woman doing with a parasol in LA?

On the bright side, I can rule out any extremely deep subterfuge. No secret agent would wear something so...attention-grabbing. Except perhaps the Phantom.

"Perhaps later, thank you," the woman responded. Her voice was just as mysterious as her identity. Something about it seemed...foreign. Yet she spoke perfect English.

It took a second to realize that the waitress was looking expectantly at him, notepad and pen at the ready.

"Oh. Uh...water, please."

The waitress quickly jotted down his request. "Okay, I'll be right back. Let me know if there's anything you need, okay?" She then headed off to another table.

Neither Blackquill nor the woman spoke for a while. It was Blackquill who broke the silence.

"You're not Athena."

"Clearly enough, but I'm sure that's not the only inference you've drawn."

"Who are you?"

"You wish to know my name already?" The woman laughed. "In due time, Simon Blackquill. In due time."

"People usually introduce themselves if they haven't met before. With their name," Blackquill hissed.

"I hardly took you as the type to know all about social etiquette."

"Why am I here?"

"Now that," the woman said, "is the question I've been waiting for you to ask."

There was a brief pause before the conversation continued.

"Tell me, Blackquill, what do you know about youkai?"

He almost snorted. "I know that they are born of human myths, and as such are nonexistent. Did you really lure me here to ask me such a pointless question?"

To his surprise, the woman sighed. "As I thought, you are wrong."

"How could that definition possibly be wrong!?"

"Simple," the woman replied. "Youkai are not imaginary. They are real."

"..." Understandably, Blackquill was more than a little shocked. Eventually, he gave an beautifully, eloquently stated reply.

"...you're insane."

"Some have said so before."

"Completely, utterly insane."

"I can already see trying to convince you otherwise would be futile." The woman stood. "At least by conventional means. Follow me. We'll drive to somewhere a bit less crowded, and you'll see how wrong you are."

"And what's stopping me from ignoring you and driving away?"

"One thing." The woman grinned. "I'll be using your car."

"Hm. That was a pretty good vehicle. I suppose I'll have to borrow it again next time I visit."

"You were lying, weren't you? This must have all been part of your agenda," Blackquill spat accusingly.

"Part of my agenda, yes. But I assure you, I was telling the truth."

"Fine. Even if youkai are real, which I know they're not, why did you have to drag me all the way out here to prove it!?"

The odd pair were in the middle of an abandoned warehouse. Cliche as that may sound, what happened next could only have been expected by Touhou fans.

"You'll see some youkai yourself, of course." The woman pulled out a watch—where did she get that watch!?—and grinned again. Blackquill was rarely unnerved by anything, but this woman's grin elicited that reaction from him every time. "Hm. Already afternoon. A shame. I did enjoy talking to you, you know."

"Rest assured, the feeling was hardly mutual."

The woman laughed. "You really are an interesting one! I wonder how you'll react when I do this."

She clicked her fingers, and a large purple void formed a meter or two in front of Blackquill. For a moment he wondered whether or not he was dreaming, or if some hallucinogen had somehow found its way into his breakfast. Finding neither of those hypotheses likely, he only had one thing to say...

"What the hell!? What is that thing!?"

It didn't help that as he shouted those words he noticed a multitude of golden eyes staring at him from within the gap.

"This, my dear acquaintance, is a gap." Another, smaller gap opened up next to the woman's shoulder. Sticking her arm through it (where it vanished from sight), she seemed to feel around for something and then pulled out a wallet. "Yours, by the way."

Wait...

Blackquill stared. "When did you—"

"While you were busy making a fuss on the car. Really, I'd expected you to notice." The woman giggled.

Remember how I said that the woman's laugh unnerved him? Well, the giggle was even worse. Definitely not a sound I'd want to hear in my house...at night...

Surprisingly, Blackquill's logical mind reasoned that there was no point in trying to ponder whether or not youkai were real, as something completely impossible just happened in front of him. Youkai being real would hardly surprise him at this point.

"Proof enough, Prosecutor?"

Blackquill sighed. "Yes. But I still don't understand why I'm here. I doubt you merely wished to broaden my horizons."

"No. There's more to it than that. But for now..." Suddenly, Blackquill felt a hand forcefully shove him toward the large rift that had been since a while ago.

"...you've earned a free trip to Gensokyo! See you!"

"Dammit, woman! ...and where the hell is Gensokyo!?"

As he fell into the portal, it closed, leaving no sign that it had ever existed.

"...I guess I'll return your wallet later," the woman chuckled.

THE PROLOGUE IS OVER. Sorry, it was short. Welcome to my new story! Are you as excited as I am? Probably not, but I'll assume you are. I actually have no idea what the story is going to be like, but I'll think of one...probably. Leave a review or follow (I'd be surprised if you favorited this already) please!

Blackquill: No one will leave you anything, you stupid author. What made you think sending me into no-man's-land was a brilliant idea?