A/N: And so, we have two out of my three favorite Japanese franchises coming together in a Toaru Majutsu no Index/Touhou Project fanfiction. I wonder if I can do Kamachi Kazuma and ZUN's work justice…

Well, let's go on and establish the fact that I don't own Toaru Majutsu no Index nor Touhou Project. This fanfiction is for entertainment purposes only and ownership of the original franchises goes to Kamachi Kazuma, ZUN, and their respective affiliates.

Without further ado; let's jump right in.

Chapter 1: Welcome to Gensoukyou

Kamijou Touma awoke to pain in his head.

"OW! THE PAIN! IT HURTS!"

He reaches up to touch his head, maybe caress it to try and alleviate the pain and he hits something hard with his hand. Yes, other than his unnaturally hard noggin.

"A…bedframe?"

He opens his eyes to see faint light and coming from the sides of the bed, dampened by the bed skirt. He can make out a faint cross-shaped shadow of a window's muntin bars through the fabric.

The bed he's under seems to be made out of wood, giving him a kind of homey-type feel he thinks wouldn't be too out of place in a nursery rhyme or fairy tale.

He pulls up the fabric slightly and shifts his body to look out under it, and sees no sign of life on that side. He does the same on his left side and this time he sees the bottom of a dresser and a wooden door in that direction.

Why does this Kamijou-san feel like a wave of misfortune is going to be coming my way soon, he wonders as he shudders slightly. Something is wrong; that much is definitely obvious. Whether it's one of his friend Tsuchimikado's shenanigans in shipping him off to a place without warning like during the British Civil War and the School Garden infiltration during the Agitate Halation incident: he doesn't know.

He immediately tenses up and focuses on his hearing, since everything is still in his vision.

Fortunately for his well-being, there's no sound but what sounds like the rustling of leaves in the trees outside. Unfortunately, however, that does nothing but tell him he's in a forest and, by extension, not in Academy City, since there are no forests there. Not to mention any houses like this.

If he goes along with the assumption that Tsuchimikado sent him here, there must be something big going on in this place.

He waits a few more moments, waiting for something to catch his attention as he feels through his pockets and takes note of his person. He's in his winter uniform, and in his pockets are his phone, his wallet, a pen, and a pack of gum. He's uncertain of how much gum is inside, but he figures it's not really important at the moment.

Finally, his wait is over. After not hearing anything for the whole period of time, he deems it safe to leave.

He shimmies his way out from under the bed and stands up in what he can tell is a western-style home. He takes a step and decides to take a few moments to look for an object that will help him gain his bearings like a newspaper, map, or something similar, but instead decides to use his phone instead of disturbing this unknown person's belongings. For all he knows this is a magician's house, and they have a smorgasbord of booby traps in place for him.

He takes a step forward and…

"Gah!"

He feels a dull pain in the side of his head as he finds himself with his vantage point back on the level of a mouse.

He looks down where his foot was a second ago and sees a glass eye rolling away. A really hard glass eye, from what he can tell.

"What was that even doing there…" He trails off as he gets a look into the world beyond the doorway to the bedroom.

I stumbled into a bibliophilic hoarder's wet dream!

In the room is by far the messiest collection of assorted items he's ever seen. Piles among piles of old books are scattered near the walls, old papers are every which way, and all kinds of knick-knacks and goodies are scattered around in what he could imagine a LEGO minefield would look like if it was used in the American film series Home Alone.

Luckily, he has shoes on, so the trauma he would get by stepping on the materials barefoot would not be occurring, but at the same time this can be a huge problem. If this is a magician living in this house, he would booby trap his place to dispatch intruders. It could lie anywhere in this sea of odds and ends.

He picks himself up, opting to err on the side of caution and calculate the safest route out of the house, and then embarks upon it. He manages to make it to the door with no problems.

Wow, I actually made it. Is my luck finally turning around?

He opens the front door with his right hand, using the ability called the Imagine Breaker to negate any possible supernatural phenomenon placed on the door. In this case, it would be a spell of some sort. He notices nothing happens, something that doesn't make him let down his guard in the slightest. There's a possibility that this magician realizes that the doorknob is an obvious location to put an anti-intruder charm or something similar, so he used the doorknob as a decoy to disguise the real trap.

The boy named Kamijou Touma steps to the side of the doorway and turns the knob, pulling it open and waiting there for a couple of moments before he confirms there's no secondary trap.

So is this really just the house of an obsessive collector then?

He steps outside, closing the door behind him and begins to address the problem of where he is. As he steps out onto the aged stone walkway, he takes note of the vegetation and the unusual abundance of mushrooms in the area. He doubts he'll get a signal on his phone here, but it's worth a try.

Pulling out his phone, he looks up at the top of the interface as he starts walking and sees no bars. Absolutely none.

"I must really be out in the middle of nowhere, huh?" He speaks to no one in particular and pockets the device, beginning his walk down the path and in the direction of what looks to be a beaten path.

He shudders again.

His body is telling him it would be in his best interests if he ducked, right now.

He throws himself to the ground and hears something whizz past him and thunk into the ground.

Looking up, he sees a small flame on the ground in front of him, a few feet away from his hair.

Looks like his Precognition saved his life again.

This 'Precognition' is basically an instinct his body developed from being banged around to near-death by espers and magicians alike time and time again. His body can tell most of the time when something supernatural is about to occur, and he can react accordingly. Assuming the attack doesn't move faster than he can react.

He pushes himself up and takes a couple of rushed steps forward, then turns around to face his attacker.

In front of him is a fairly short girl with yellow eyes and blonde hair with a braid on her left side with a purple ribbon. For whatever reason, the girl is cosplaying as a witch, what with her witch hat and broom. She's wearing a black and white costume and black boots as well.

No, wait. Let him correct something about that description. 'Cosplaying' is not the right word. If he's learned anything from his companions in his magician-fighting expeditions, it's that magicians will take on qualities of source of the magic they're based on.

"So you're the magician." He clenches his fist, and the girl looks at him hostilely. He from the way she carries herself with that broom over her shoulder, he can tell this is not some polite girly-girl he can reason with, either. He wonders what the goal of someone looking around his age to use magic is.

"I'm not the only one, ze. But I'm one of the best, though." She brings her broom down off of her shoulder. "Anyway, what were you doing in my house, ze?"

I sense the misfortune already…I can tell this isn't going to end well for this Kamijou-san…

"I don't know if you'll believe me, but I just woke up in there. I have no clue how I got into your house."

She scoffs. "Yeah, right."

"No, honestly! I don't!"

"Sorry, but I don't believe you, ze. You're going to have to prove your innocence to me, boy."

He feels the urge to cry. He can do this in this relaxed fashion because he can't sense any true desire to harm him; only for him to confess to something he didn't do.

"H-hey, Witch-san, are you sure we can't talk this one out?"

She doesn't respond, instead pulling out what looks like a miniature version of a hakkero.

Huh?

"Master Spark!"

The hakkero starts to glow, and Kamijou starts to worry. His body is again warning him to move out of the way, but before he's able to move a massive laser is fired out of it.

"Holy—"

He barely has time to raise his right hand, the one with the power to negate, to block it, and even then he grunts from the impact and strange position of his hand.

"Gh…"

It feels like he tried to stop a bus with his hand, and there's no way he can alleviate the pressure, as not only is the attack powerful enough that he can't fully negate it (maybe it's made of Telesma, the source of power for angels), but it's too big to try and deflect away from him, as that's the thing he usually does with non-negatable attacks. He'll have to settle for bearing the ever-growing pain and parting the massive beam like the Red Sea.

Dammit, is this amount of power really necessary?

He feels something warm hit his face as the palm of his hand starts to go numb: blood.

I need to move and counterattack…or better yet, escape and form a plan.

He begins strafing right, keeping his hand forward and making the break in the laser move with him.

Finally, he reaches the edge, but before he breaks away the laser stops.

His assailant is looking at the position he was with a mix of satisfaction and mild shock, but when he puts his hand down her eyes catch the movement and fall upon him. The rage and shock on her face are something both hilarious and terrifying.

"Hey, how did you do that? If I saw right, you parted my beam down the middle, ze! A normal human shouldn't be able to do that!"

He sees her brandish the hakkero again, and the spiky-haired teen opts to make a break for it.

He clenches his fist despite the massive pain and braces himself to do something anyone would classify as reckless.

The witch steps back in shock as he dashes forward, prompting her to mount her broom with surprising speed and make her own pass.

He jumps out of the way as the girl charges directly at him, and he plants his feet and twists, switching directions to go back the way he came. His plan was to get her in front of him as he left so he could anticipate any attacks as he uses the beaten path to escape. There is the fact that she undoubtedly knows her way around while he doesn't, so he's out of luck if she drives him off of the path. Not to mention he has no ranged attacks, so their difference in vantage points is another disadvantage to deal with.

And with these points in mind, he goes through with his escape plan.

He lets out a yell as he charges, confusing the girl even more before she decides to shoot first and question him later. Or never, what with how much firepower she used in that first attack.

"I don't know if you have a deathwish, but I'll happily grant it for you, ze!"

And then the torrent came.

A hail of stars (?) comes raining down on him as he runs off of the walkway and onto the path. He's able to dodge and dispel the hail by zigzagging and holding up his right hand.

"Why? Why do I have to be attacked?!"

Kamijou screams his complaints as he runs down the path, wondering why every encounter he has has to involve him fending off attempts at his life.

Eventually he overtakes the magician girl, likely because she is focused on firing the magic rather than staying ahead of him. And that is something he can take advantage of.

He looks back and manages to make out her figure through the hell of magic being flung his way. He had a bit of trouble seeing her, so the opposite is true as well; she can't see him very well either. Something he can capitalize on.

He plants his foot and twists to the right, then jumps into the brush on the side of the path, and the wave of destruction advances without noticing its lack of a target.

He lets out a sigh of relief and then a gasp of pain as he bumps his injured hand into a branch.

Okay, so I escaped the magician. But I need information if I'm going to be able to find out what to do here. I have no reception on my phone, so I have no choice but to rely on some more hospitable people to get my bearings.

He picks himself up and looks out of the brush he chose to throw himself into. In the direction opposite of the path, there's an almost direct, unobstructed path to a place that's equally unknown but at least not a forest. It almost looks like an old-fashioned shop or something similar.

As far-fetched as it sounds…could I have been sent back in time? Or did the magician use something with principles of the Croce of Pietro to turn back time in a certain part of the world? Can you even repurpose an artifact like that?

He may be grasping at straws by this point, but he's seen things in his lifetime that would make things like that not seem so impossible.

Picking himself up out of the bushes and pulling leaves, twigs and a mushroom out of his hair, he embarks briskly out of the forest and towards that shop.

According to the sign above the door, the shop is called 'Kourindou'.

Using his left hand this time, he opens the door and steps inside the building.

Inside is something that reminds him of the house he woke up in: scattered odds and ends, in shop format. Except these 'odds and ends' are much more modern things, like heaters, fans, laptop computers, game systems, televisions, even air purifiers. If there are the this many high-tech products for sale here in this archaic place, maybe it was just that forest without connection. As such, he pulls out his phone and checks for at least a Wi-Fi signal, but gets nothing of the sort.

At the counter is a man with short silver hair and bespectacled golden eyes, dressed in a black-and-blue themed outfit and fixated on some ancient-looking book.

He sighs. "You again, Marisa? You were just here." Kamijou doesn't respond.

Who's Marisa? "Or maybe you're Reimu? Izayoi-san, even?"

Again, Kamijou doesn't respond from sheer confusion, and the man looks up. "Ah. You're not any of them. And you don't look like you're from here." He puts a bookmark in the book and closes it. "How may I help you?"

"Um, sorry for this, but I'm not here to shop. I actually would like some information, if you don't mind."

Uncharacteristically for a store owner, there's not the slightest shed of disappointment or exasperation in his expression. "Information, huh? What would you like to know?"

Let's start with where I am. "To start, where is this place? Where are we?"

"I'll assume you're asking about this land in general." Kamijou nods. "Well then, outsider: welcome to Gensoukyou, the Land of Illusions."

"Gensoukyou? Land of Illusions?"

The owner nods. "Yes. A world of where everything humans from the Outside World feared and believed to be superstition exist alongside each other."

"'Everything humans used to fear and believed to be superstition'… Youkai, then? Things we discarded as legends and myths?"

"That's right. Youkai are the dominant race here, but there are still a number of humans here as well, so you aren't alone."

'You', he says. Does that mean he's a youkai, then?

The man seems to read his mind. "Calm down. Only pure youkai eat humans. I'm a half-youkai, so I don't count."

"Youkai eat humans?! All of them?!"

"Yeah. I guess it's to be expected that you don't keep track of the old stories anymore, what with how much your civilization has advanced." He steps out from behind the counter and walks into an aisle and rustles around, then comes back with a roll of cloth bandages and a container with a translucent liquid in it—probably aloe or something for the burn. "Anyway, how did that happen?" He sets down the supplies and motions to the boy's hand. "Your hand, I mean."

"Oh, this." He gingerly holds out his hand for the man to patch up. "You see, I actually woke up about half-an-hour ago under a bed in a house in that forest over there, and when I left the house a girl with blonde hair dressed as a witch attacked me because she thought I was a thief. I think I sprained my wrist, too."

The man looks to stifle a laugh as he applies whatever that liquid is to his skin. It stung his then-sensitive skin, but then it became strangely soothing.

"What's so funny?"

"It's just ironic that that kleptomaniac Marisa got mad at you for thinking you stole something that probably didn't even belong to her."

"Kleptomaniac? You don't mean to say all of that junk in her house wasn't hers?"

"Most of it, at least, are 'borrowed' goods. Either from me or many of the other people in this place. Ah, could you remove your shirt? Or just roll up your sleeves; whatever you wish to do." The boy rolls up his sleeves in compliance, and the man begins wrapping the hand and his forearm. "It's kind of remarkable that you got away with only this right hand of yours hurt, though. Marisa doesn't normally hold back. So are you just lucky, or are you one of those special outsiders like Usami Sumireko?"

Something snaps.

"Haha…"

A dark aura surrounds the spiky dark-haired boy, making the clerk step back in surprise and the room feel colder. "This Kamijou-san? Lucky? Haa, that's a laugh, storeowner-san. Luck is something I have nothing but the negative kind of…"

"W-Well, Kamijou-kun, I'm sure things will get better…"

Kamijou laughs again, but calms down some. "Well, whatever. Thank you for treating me, er…"

"Rinnosuke. Morichika Rinnosuke. And no problem."

The two of them extend their left hands rather than their right ones for a handshake because of obvious reasons. "I'm Kamijou Touma. Nice to meet you, Morichika-san."

"Likewise, Kamijou-kun." Rinnosuke takes the bandages and container back where he got them from, and talks from back there. "So, you said you woke up under Marisa's bed, right?"

"Yeah. I'm kind of curious how I got there; maybe it has a clue as to how I got to Gensoukyou as a whole." Rather, he hopes there's a clue there, as that's pretty much the only lead he has. And he's never been sent to a place for no reason; he knows something is going to happen soon, and as much as he wants to deny it, he's going to be at the center of it.

"I don't know about that, but one place you're guaranteed to get answers would be at the Hakurei Shrine." There's a pause in the exposition as he comes back into view. "Not only is it that place the bridge between here and the Outside World; but there's a youkai that hangs around there that is able to bring things to and from the Outside World. You should be able to get answers there. I suppose I could lead you there if you give me time to get ready—oh, looks like I won't need to."

Huh?

Someone bursts into the door, making more noise than should be possible.

"Hey, Kourin! Have you seen a spiky black-haired boy dressed like an outsider—whoa, that's him, ze!" She reaches for something, but Morichika 'Kourin' Rinnosuke steps in her way.

"Marisa, please, could control yourself? I don't need you breaking things because you decided to use magic in my store. Heck, you could even burn it down, and what would I do then?"

The blonde calms down considerably. "Ah…well, you could stay at my place, if it came down to it, ze."

"Where would I even sleep, Marisa? Your place is too cluttered to accommodate a guest."

The two seem to forget about him as they jab back and forth, and it becomes clear to him that the two of them have known each other for a long while.

Maybe I should leave while I have the chance…

Before he can act on that thought, however, Rinnosuke turns toward him. "You need to get to Hakurei Shrine. You won't have a better escort than this Kirisame Marisa here. She's there practically every day."

"What?! Why should I have to help this perverted thief?!"

"Don't make me evolve into a perverted thief! I don't want that classification!"

"Marisa," he says, still taking the tactical-yet-slightly-foolish position between the two teens, "I think you're misunderstanding something. This boy woke up in your room without knowing how he got there, tried to escape and had you chase him, spraining his wrist and burning a few layers off of his skin on a baseless accusation of him doing something you do every day. If he actually did steal something from you, then this is just divine retribution and you have no right to complain." He says all of this pointedly with his arms crossed, and the witch's mouth opens and closes voicelessly. It seems she can't find a comeback.

"…Fine…" She turns to Kamijou with a fire in her eyes that terrifies the boy for fear of her shooting another laser or worse at him. "Let's go, ze." She turns back towards the door, and Kamijou takes a few nervous steps with her.

"Oh, and Marisa?"

The girl turns towards him with the annoyance clear on her face. "What is it, Kourin?"

"Don't hurt Kamijou-kun. If you really feel the need to be angry, turn it towards Yukari-san, not him. She's probably the one that tossed him there in the first place."

This only seems to appease her a tiny bit. "Mhmm, sure." She pushes open the door. "Let's go, ze," she says as she places her broom at about waist level. "Try not to piss me off even more on the ride. Get on."

"'Get on'? You want me to get on that?"

"Can you fly? No? Then quit bitchin' and get on," she spits as she takes a seat on it herself. "Hurry it up."

I can't believe this girl is serious…

He reluctantly gets on the broom behind the girl and reaches around to grab her around the waist, but she stops him. "Hang onto the broom itself, not me! I don't need you pulling me off too when you fall, ze!"

"So you're saying I'm going to fall off? Didn't Morichika-san say not to hurt me?" He fears for his life as he tries to grab onto her again as she starts to take off, but she struggles.

"That doesn't apply to you fallin' off, idiot! Grab the damn broom and get off me, ze!" She struggles some more, jerking the broom as it hovers a couple of feet off of the ground and continues rising. "Grab on to the broom, dammit!"

She jerks one last time, shifting Kamijou's attempt at getting a grip on the girl.

"…"

"H-h-huh? What is this...it's kind of small—oh…" The girl turns towards him with a furiously red face.

Kamijou sighs and resigns himself to his fate as she raises her hand. "Ah…such misfortune…"

The hand comes down.

And Kamijou's scream of pain could be heard for a mile in every direction.

"Gah!"

He lands completely on his injured right hand as he rolls into a shrine's grounds. The Hakurei Shrine's grounds, to be exact.

Grunting and picking himself back up, he glares back at the one responsible for his less-than-graceful landing, herself landing free of problems.

"Are you trying to kill me?!"

Marisa dismounts and slings the broom over her shoulder. "Calm down. You're not dead, so you're fine, ze."

She didn't give an answer. But he can guess it's a yes, what with her dismissive tone of voice when she says that.

He hears footsteps by the entrance to the building. He turns his head towards the source.

"Hey, Marisa." She turns to the boy. "And stranger. An outsider, I'm guessing?"

The shrine maiden standing above him in the doorway looks to be around the same age as the magician girl behind him, though she does have a bit of height on her. She has dark brown or black eyes with long, loose black hair accented with a red ribbon and similar-colored tubes on her sidelocks. She's wearing a red-and-white miko uniform, though it could possibly be wrong to call it that since the only thing he notices matches a traditional uniform is the color scheme. Her version of the uniform consists of a red skirt, a sleeveless red top with a white collar tied with a yellow ribbon, and detached sleeves that expose her armpits and what looks like a sarashi, from what he can see. [1]

"Are you the miko of this shrine?" Kamijou gets straight to the point, standing up to face her.

She nods. "Yeah. That's me, Hakurei Reimu. And you are?"

"Kamijou Touma. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise." She turns to the blonde magician. "So, why did you bring him here, Marisa?"

"He was brought here from the Outside World, supposedly. Kourin made me bring him here so he could get some answers, ze." Marisa seems awfully mellowed out in comparison to when she first met Kamijou, but she still seems to harbor some hostility; he can tell by how she shoots a nasty look at him.

Reimu doesn't seem too happy with this news, either. "And? What makes Rinnosuke-san think that I know something?" She has a tone of exasperation in her voice.

"He doesn't," Marisa says tactlessly. "He's just bettin' Yukari's here snoring her ass off."

The displeasure is present in her expression, but she doesn't get physical like he expects her to. "Well, he's not wrong, then." She hooks her thumb behind her. "She's inside, doing exactly what you say she is: sleeping."

"May I speak with her, Hakurei-san?"

She holds up her hand. "You can call me by my first name. Calling me 'Hakurei-san' makes me sound like an old lady."

"Then, Reimu-san, may I speak with Yukari-san?"

She shakes her head. "For your sake, I'd wait until night, when she's normally awake."

"Is that so…" What am I going to do until then…?

"However," Reimu continues, holding up a finger. "That doesn't mean we can't do anything in the meantime."

"Well, what can we do, then?"

"We can head to the Scarlet Devil Mansion." Reimu shifts her gaze to the blonde again, and he follows her eyes.

There's Marisa, with her eyes wide. "You don't mean…"

"Mhmm. We can go see Patchouli and see if she has any answers first."

"But is that really okay? I'd rather not impose on you, Reimu-san."

She waves it off. "It's fine. I'm pretty bored anyway, and your situation seems interesting enough. And even if we don't get any information from Patchouli, we can still waste some time there until Yukari wakes up."

Kamijou bows slightly. "Thank you, Reimu-san." He turns around and bows again. "And you, too, Marisa-san. I appreciate the help."

Reimu appears to not be used to receiving thanks, as she looks kind of like a fish out of water for a second, but Marisa takes a different approach. "No problem, ze. But you should really be thanking Kourin, and not me. He's the one that disarmed me, ze. You'd be nothin' but a stain otherwise."

Kamijou feels a slight sweat start to form on his brow. Looks like it's going to take a while for her to not be hostile to him.

He opts not to respond to keep himself from setting her off again.

Reimu walks forward, almost directly in the spot Kamijou is standing. "Step away a few steps."

He does so, but not without asking why.

"Because this is where I land and take off from."

So like a runway…wait a second… "What are you using to fly?"

She tilts her head to the side. "What do you mean?"

"Marisa-san's using a broom to fly like a witch. I assume it's a spiritual item of some sort. What are you using to fly? Perhaps that stick in your hand?"

Reimu looks completely confused. "I don't know what you're talking about, but at least know that this stick is called a gohei. I guess it counts as a spiritual item, but I get the feeling you're not talking about it in a way I'm familiar with." She clears her throat. "But anyway, just about everyone in Gensoukyou, through one method or another, can fly." [2]

Kamijou stares blankly at the black-haired girl for a few moments. "Huh?"

"It's too late to pretend you're deaf, ze." Marisa holds her broom down at waist-level.

"You're telling me most people in this place can fly?"

The girls both nod, and Kamijou sighs. "Such misfortune…"

Reimu cocks an eyebrow. "What makes you say that?"

He concedes to explain to the girls helping him. "There's no way I'll ever be able to fly, so if I have to fight seriously here I'll be at a major disadvantage." His right hand will negate any supernatural attempts at flying, and he doubts he'll find any mechanical means of flight in this ancient Japan-esque land, meaning he'll be envious forever, grounded like a dodo in a world of soaring eagles.

"You say that like you get in a lot of fights," Marisa says with a challenging tone to her voice. "That can't be true, with how you ran from me earlier."

"Well, as much as I don't want to admit this; I've been in a lot of fights. And a good fighter knows when to run away," he says pointedly as he walks towards the blonde girl.

Reimu eyes the boy. "Well, Marisa has a point; you certainly don't seem like much of a fighter."

He shrugs. "I guess."

He attempts to get on the back of Marisa's broom, but the girl stops him.

"Is something wrong, Marisa-san?"

"I don't want to lug you around anymore. If you can't hold on normally, don't get on, ze."

She doesn't plan to let me get on even if I can meet her criteria, is she?

Ignoring this probably-correct train of thought, he continues to try and sit down on the broom, much to the blonde's chagrin. "Oi, get off!"

"Why are you even mad at me, Marisa-san? I thought Morichika-san cleared up the misunderstanding!"

"He did." She stops struggling all of a sudden. "I just wanted to screw with you a bit." She gives him a wicked grin. "Kirisame Marisa. Nice to meet ya."

"…"

He doesn't know how to take this. All this time wondering if she actually hated him turned out to be for nothing.

"Kamijou Touma. Back at you."

He grips the shaft of the broom with his left hand, letting his right hand pretty much just dangle and he looks at the shrine maiden about to fly without any kind of equipment, and without a spiritual item that looks like it could aid with flight. But then again, he's only a complete amateur when it comes to the magic world, so it's more than likely she possesses something he can't see.

The girl rises along with the two of them, inspiring shock in the boy despite having seen people fly, or at least levitate before. (Though those were more science side espers than magic side magicians; apparently it's very dangerous for magicians to fly.)

After ascending high enough, Kamijou tightens his grip and a second later, he lets out the second scream of thirty minutes.

[1]: Miko=Shrine Maiden, Sarashi=a wrapping used to cover up the abdominal (or in this case, chest) area and compress it. Traditionally used to resist injury and to give women an appearance of having a slimmer figure. Reimu wears it not so much to fit with a body image, but just to keep her breasts in check (I guess.), what with her wearing that sleeveless shirt that exposes so much side material. (*coughcougharmpitscoughcough*) Don't misunderstand and think she has big breasts, though. They're average at best.

[2]: Reimu and Sanae's sticks. They normally have a charm or something attached to the end, and shrine maidens use them to bless or sanctify people or things in Shinto rituals.

Note: Well, that's that. 1 chapter done. I know a lot of Touhou fics consist of shenanigans, inserting a male character for an easy 'make-your-own-harem' situation and similar themes, and I know this possibly may not look a lot different from the rest of them. However, if you look at genres, there's no 'comedy' or 'romance' tag. 'Drama' neither. So yeah, I'm hoping this is going to be something a bit different. More on the serious side like Kamijou's world, or pre-Barrier and Spell Card Rules-Gensoukyou. Or maybe ImperfectMetamorphosis!Gensoukyou. (Just kidding, I'm not going to take this into that realm of savagery.)

And yes, I know I'm supposed to be working on the next chapter of the Retry Arc, but I'm holding off for a reason. Chapter 11 is done, Chapter 12 is almost done, and maybe even farther than that. I'm planning on giving the people following that a multi-chapter update. Keep this in mind as you read this: this is 2nd priority in comparison to the Retry Arc.

Anyway, rate and review, and I'll see you guys next chapter.