"Today, we are going to blah, blah, blah, blah, blah….." a Mr. Ying droned on in a monotone. Mr. Ying was a twenty-five year old professor, but he already had a PhD. He was not wearing formal clothing; rather, he was wearing a light-blue T-shirt and a pair of jeans, and had slightly-long black hair streaked with brown. Other than the book he usually carries around, he looks like another random college student. He usually spoke in monotone, but there were rare times when he got excited.
It was another boring day for Michael as he placed his head on the pile of books on his table. Here he was, once again in a classroom after that wonderful break. Michael was seventeen years old. He was wearing a regular jacket adorned with "Harvard" and also a pair of jeans. His hair was blue. Like Cirno's. He began thinking of the games he was playing, and hadn't noticed that he was the only student in the class.
"But first, class, please turn in your homework. Eh? Hello? Mr. Michael somethingorother? Are you there?" Mr. Ying was standing in front of the now-sleeping-and-drooling Michael. He smiled, and reached for a bucket he kept on his table. This was a special day, and he wanted to prank Michael. "Michael, Michael… YOU SURE DO LOOK TASTY!"
"Hunh? Whhat'ss upp" slurred Michael as he was jerked out of his daydream about Ran watching Chen taking a bath. And what followed was a splash of icy-cold water on the face.
"GAAAAAHHHH! What the heck, Mr. Ying?" he shouted as he looked at the chuckling teacher.
"That's what you get for sleeping in my class. Anyways, I was talking about a danmaku-shooting game."
"You mean Touhou Project? I played it before."
"I'm quite aware of that, Michael." Mr. Ying was speaking withOUT his usual monotone.
"And why are you suddenly so energetic?" Michael inquired.
"Well, if you say you've played it before, play it now." Mr. Ying put his shiny blue Dell laptop in front of Michael. Inscribed on it was "Upgraded by Jetless Corporations". He clicked on the "Fairy Wars" icon on the desktop.
CRACK! The screen split.
"Eh? That wasn't supposed to happen…" mused Mr. Ying.
"Mr. Ying! Wake up! What the hell is wrong with your laptop!" Screamed Michael in his face.
"Huh? Oh, craaaap…" Mr. Ying sighed as a gap opened on the computer screen. Inside were eyes, hundreds and hundreds of them. He stared at the eyes. "Don't tell me that-"
"Fufufu, I have two humans in front of me. Shall I?" A first voice behind them spoke. Michael whirled around while Mr. Ying stared at the gap, but didn't see anybody.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Yukari-sama?" A second voice.
"Of course not. Oops!" was what Michael and Mr. Ying heard before they heard a fwoosh! sound from behind them.
WHACK! They got hit and were now flying into the gap, which stretched larger and larger.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed Michael as he and his teacher fell into the gap world. They were being stared at by the multitude of eyes. Each eye was turned upwards, as if they were laughing.
All Mr. Ying shouted was, "My laptop! I hope nobody steals it."
"Hmmmm… What a nice blue laptop he has here!" Yukari Yakumo said cheerfully as she looked at Mr. Ying's laptop. On its screen was the loading screen for Fairy Wars. "I think Rinnosuke would like to look at it, especially since it has a nice solar generator attached to it."
"Are you sure that was a good idea, Yukari-sama? Don't you think those humans might get injured or killed?" asked Ran, with Chen hiding behind her.
"Ooooh, a ball of string!" Chen ran over to a ball of yarn that Mr. Ying kept on his desk.
"Chen, don't touch things like that. You don't know where they come from…" drowsily murmured Ran as blood started seeping out of her nose.
"Ran, don't leave incriminating blood here." Yukari spoke as she picked up the laptop. She opened a gap next to her and tossed it in.
"Oh, sorry, Yukari-sama. Chen, let's go home. And leave that ball of string here."
"But Ran-sama!" whined Chen.
"Fine, then." Sighed Ran. She was tired, especially after that blood loss.
"Great! Let's go!" Yukari cheerfully opened a 7x7 foot gap, and the trio stepped through, leaving the classroom a mess of string, blood, and coffee.
Creak… The door opened. Mr. Ying's regular students looked in, puzzled, and wondered what happened.
Chapter One. A fieldtrip to Gensokyo
"Ayayaya. What a boring day." Aya Shemeimaru was cruising the sky above Youkai Mountain. "And to think that nothing interesting happened… I need to get a scoop!" She sighed in frustration.
VWOOSH! Two burning figures fell out of the sky near her, singeing her wing feathers in the process. And they don't singe easily.
Aya's reaction to this was instantaneous. Many long years of practice guaranteed this. She instantly took out her camera, folded her wings, and flew towards the two burning figures.
BOOM! DOUBLE BOOM!
Aya slowed to a stop. She looked at the two, rather large craters in… her… house.
"WHAT THE HELL!" screamed Aya in frustration. She stared at the burning construction. Ah well. At least she got a scoop. "I wonder who, or what, those two are? Are they celestials?" she murmured to herself.
"AYA-CHAN! ARE YOU OKAY?" Momiji's yell interrupted her train of thought.
"Of course I am. Help me get these two people up."
"Yes, Aya-chan. I suppose you would punish them for wrecking your house like that."
The two tengu pulled the two smoking bodies out of the slightly-wrecked house. They turned around, and mysteriously found two stretchers on the ground. They put the two onto the stretchers.
"Oww, my head…" one of them moaned. "Mr. Ying, are you there? I can't see anything…"
"'course I'm here, Michael. I suppose all of my old bones are broken and my brains are splattered around the surrounding area, and my body zombiefied, crawling towards yours, reaching, scratching…"
"GAAAAHHHH!" The first speaker jerked upright. "Eh? No zombies? And where are we?"
*Click. Click. Click.* Aya's fingers pressed her camera's shutter button as fast as she could. She excitedly asked, "Hello. I am a reporter here to interview you. Who are you?"
"Huh? Wait, am I seeing what am I actually seeing?" Michael was staring at Aya's face. She shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. "Aya?"
"How you know her name? Are you here stalker? If so, I'm here to take your life," growled Momiji threateningly.
"You can stop it with the acting. I am quite capable of seeing whether you are going to actually kill Michael or not." Mr. Ying was sitting up, and staring at Momiji.
"Uh, how did you know that, stranger?" Momiji asked, her false act of being a vicious watchdog dissipated.
"Puh-lease, watching sooo many improvised plays did the trick." Mr. Ying got up and looked at himself. "I need a bath."
"Wait, but you're both humans. How did you survive that fall? I saw you two burning and falling at a great speed!" Aya had taken out her notebook and pen.
"I suppose you are going to write this down as you scoop for Bunbunmaru newspaper? In that case, I'd like to get a copy, after you publish the article. Now,…" Mr. Ying spoke to Aya about what happened.
Michael looked shocked, and vehemently told Mr. Ying, "Don't tell her everything! She's a reporter! She's going to inflate the truth!"
"Hahaha, after reading all those fan fiction, I know that. Why do you think I am asking for a copy? I want to see how well her lying skills can be!" Mr. Ying was laughing, his words echoing in Aya's ears.
"Lying? LYING? YOU DARE SAY THAT I LIE IN MY NEWSPAPER?" she yelled at him.
"Actually, not all out lying. You usually give white lies, don't you?" Mr. Ying countered.
"Uh, ah…"
"You got to admit, he got you beat there, Aya-chan." Momiji then looked at the sky. "Uh oh. It's almost nighttime. What are you two humans going to do? Youkai come after the sun goes down, you know."
"Uh-huh." Both Michael and Mr. Ying nodded.
"Well, then, I guess I could allow you two to stay at my house, in exchange for information about yourselves. Deal?" Aya looked excited.
"Deal!" Mr. Ying said, extending his hand for a handshake.
"Eh?" Aya looked confused.
"Oh, right. Western culture must be lacking here."
"Wh-what? B-but I never gave my consent!" Michael complained.
"It's either sleep under a roof, with two tengus watching over you, or sleep out in the open, with all manner of youkai watching you. I prefer to be watched by two pairs of eyes, rather than hundreds. You?"
"You have a point there."
"Well, what are we doing? Get into the house, you two. I hope the interview would cover the damage." Aya yawned, and the four walked into the house.
So, how was that? This is absolutely my first time in writing a fanfiction, and I suppose that some of the characters might be OOC. Yes, there are two OC's here. Mr. Ying and Michael. I have to think of a last name for Michael, and a first name for our professor here. He, however, has a bunch in his mind. Isn't it a bit odd about how he already accepted that they are in Gensokyo, and that Gensokyo is real? Anyways, reviews, plz, and cookies for you readers! *Hands over a plate of cookies* Oh, and don't mind Jetless corporations. It's a little company I made up to manufacture gag items here in this fanfiction.