The Garden of the Sun. Home to what seems like an endless field of sunflowers, as well as the famed green haired youkai, Yuka Kazami. Loving nature was in her, well, nature. She wanders these fields, ensuring no harm comes to her precious flowers.

One day, things were more peaceful then usual. No scarlet mists, no annoying fairies, no troubling armpit shrine maidens. Just serenity.

"Well now, it's good to see things have quieted dow-"

"AAAIIIIEEEEEEE!" *CRASH*

"Oh what the f***, was that!" Yuka proclaimed, rubbing her temples. Just what she needed. One minute she's walking through her fields, and the next minute, something crashes right on her field. Well actually, a clearing beside her field. Had the object actually landed in her field, killing sunflowers, then things would've become more ugly.

Yuka flew into the direction of the crash site. It wasn't too far off, as she managed to get there in about a minute. As she hovered above it, she tried to make out just what exactly it was. It was a person. More specifically, a blue haired, masochistic celestial, unconscious.

"Ugh, not you again." Yuka said as she sighed. Grasping her umbrella, she took a closer look at Tenshi. She was definitely unconscious, still alive.

"Well that's disappointing. I wonder who could've done this? Their handiwork is honestly quite good."

Without a moments notice, the skies grew darker and cloud began to form.

"That's odd. There wasn't a cloud in the sky moments ago."

While Gensokyo wasn't a stranger to odd weather patterns, a sudden change like this was quite curious.

"Ah, there you are, Eldest Daughter."

Yuka immediately turned her head to the source of the voice. Perhaps a challenger? Yuka always loved a good fight.

"My sincerest apologies for the disturbance. My name is Iku Nagae, Envoy of the Dragon Palace."

The Dragon Palace? Now things became more interesting.

"A pleasure to meet you Iku. I am Yuka Kazami. I take it you were responsible for the condition of this poor celestial?"

Iku giggled at Yuka's comment.

"That is correct. The Eldest Daughter spoke ill of the Dragons. Naturally, she needed to be taught a lesson."

Yuka grinned. She liked the way this person thought.

"I must say I'm impressed. She must have been falling a good few hundred miles an hour."

"Yes, well, perhaps I went a little overboard on the matter. It is my duty to look after her."

"Nonsense. Youkai these days are too soft. A little cruelty never hurt anyone. Not myself anyway."

Iku once again found her humorous, as she laughed.

"Miss Yuka, was it?"

"Yes?"

"This is a very beautiful field. Do you watch over it?"

"Indeed I do."

It wasn't too often someone complimented Yuka's sunflower field. Mostly because anyone who got close to it, fled in terror at the sight of Yuka, but that was beside the point.

"I'm a little surprised a youkai of Heaven would find the fields in Gensokyo beautiful." Yuka said, albeit with no ill will towards Iku herself, just out of curiosity.

"Hmm? Why?"

"I figured the fields in Heaven were supposed to be amazing."

"That they are. But those fields are routinely taken care of by the other celestials. You've managed all of this by yourself. That's what makes it so special. In a field of sunflowers, a beautiful rose watches over them." Iku said, giving a warm smile.

It was Yuka's turn to giggle.

"My my, aren't you flattering?" Yuka said, grinning.

"Guilty as charged. Would you like to see it?"

"See it? See what?"

"The gardens of Heaven."

"Heaven? Heh, couldn't you get into trouble bringing such a dangerous youkai like myself there?"

"I'm willing to take that risk. Maybe on the way, you could tell me more about yourself. So, what do you say?" Iku said, extending out her hand towards Yuka.

Yuka thought about it for a moment. It was curious to see this youkai take such an interest to her. Perhaps it was her turn to reciprocate.

"I'd be honored, Miss Iku." Yuka said, as she took the oarfish youkai's hand.

Author's Notes: So yeah, Iku x Yuka fanfiction. Talk about crack ships, amirite? XD In all seriousness though, I love this pair. Shame that nothing really exists for it, in terms or art or literature. Ah well. Read and review guys! Thanks!