Hey guys, it's been a while!
For those who keep an eye on me, then you'll know that I'm famous for Monster Hunter stories – but as you are probably aware, this story is inspired by Touhoumon, a series of Pokemon hacks featuring Touhou characters. I'm writing this because the idea literally popped into my head last night, and I wanted to be one of the first to write Touhoumon fanfiction. Also, for those who watch me for MH stories, you'll be looking for an explanation as to why there have been no updates on Love For Ludroth – the story is not dead, I am still writing it – but at the minute I need to take a break from MH… I very recently broke away from a long-term relationship, and the boy I was dating happened to also be obsessed with MH. Even seeing the case for MHtri reminds me of him, so until I get over the break-up, you'll just need to wait a bit longer – remember, the story is still being written! I just need a break! Now, enough from me~ Enjoy my first ever Touhoumon fanfiction!
Also, a small note - this story follows similar evolution ideas to the actual touhoumon games, so there is the Chibi form, the normal form and then the EX form, EX being the strongest - and some have others like Advent and LastWord. If you've played some of the touhoumon games already then you should understand.
~Lagiacrus (AKA Blueeyesgirl3)
They were our friends, once.
But now there are only a select few who can control them. Those that we haven't befriended are our enemies, so I was raised believing. I learned that for the first time when I was only a baby. But when I hit the age of six, I realized that not all of the wild ones were evil.
Up until that point, I'd viewed every single wild Touhou as evil, violent, and incredibly dangerous. But on a night which started off just like any other, I realized how wrong I was.
You see, I live in a village called Draconfels, located on the Eastern coast of the large island known as Gensokyo. Those with more simple minds also tend to call it Touhou Island. But, as a native, I will call it Gensokyo. Our village, despite being small, is required to have unbelievably high and strong walls. The village buildings themselves were dwarfed by their size! And, I'm sure you're anxious to hear why.
Well, let's put it this way – the whole village would be reduced to rubble if we didn't.
I was six years old, on that fateful day ten years ago. It had been about two months since my mother had disappeared. I was woken in the middle of the night to the sound of the Momijis that guarded the wall barking like crazy. I snapped awake when it dawned on me what was happening.
"Another attack!?" I yelled and jumped out of bed, pulling on my shoes and quickly grabbing my shoulder bag. You'd think by this point, I'd be used to the attacks – they happened almost nightly, after all – but I was still always gripped by that same fear when the Momijis set off the alarm.
My father, a strong, brave, experienced man called Takuto almost broke my door down as he entered. Relieved that I was awake and I hadn't been stolen by the Touhou, like some had been in the past, he tried to smile despite the situation.
"Daddy, I'm ready!" I showed him the contents of my shoulder bag – several healing potions. He nodded.
"Good girl. Stay safe out there, and if you can, try to stay close to me." He said, and then darted for the front door, adjusting his armour as he did so.
"Aya, come!" He called. Expectantly, I stood in the doorway of my bedroom, and didn't even flinch as a black blur zoomed past me and stopped by my father – his EX Aya, who was both respected and feared as far away as the big city known as Nippon on the other side of the island. She was old now, she had been around since before I was even born, but she was still going strong and was still the most powerful Touhou in the village. Both of them stepped out into the cold night, as the fires burning in the braziers on the walls illuminated the sky, making the village seem even more like a battlefield.
Immediately, I heard father barking orders to his trusted companion.
"Aya, use Whirlwind! Get those monsters off the walls!"
I followed their example and stepped out into the fray. For any normal six-year-old, a situation like this would have been incredibly frightening. While I did find it somewhat scary, the fact that this was practically my life helped me overcome my fear – and plus, I had a duty to carry out during attacks, and I was proud of this fact.
Taking cover behind a building, I observed the wall as a considerable amount of Momijis and their soldier owners clambered down from it and rushed outside of the village – into the various wild Touhou that were out there, trying to get in. Less than a few minutes later, a small Momiji with baggy clothes shambled back into the village grounds, dropped her sword and shield, and then collapsed on the ground. I instantly rushed to her, and sprayed the potion on her various wounds. Then, I helped her to her feet, and she scooped up her equipment. She nodded at me, let out a howl, and then darted back into the fray, just as another Momiji was thrown out of the battleground, her ass ablaze with fire.
This was how things were most nights. I had grown to accept it. Besides, my job as the healer was too important for me to be scared. But, tonight ended slightly differently.
There was a thundering roar heard from somewhere outside the village, behind where most of the fighting was taking place. A shadow rose from the night, blocking out the glowing volcano at the centre of the island, and towering high over the trees. The figure, although beast-like in shape, was completely black and the only thing I could see were its glowing red eyes, and one large, slightly bent red horn protruding from what I assumed was its forehead. This creature, whatever it was, was new. It had never appeared before. It let out another ear-shattering roar and seemed to join in the battle taking place in front of the gates. My father, naturally, panicked.
"A-AYA! Use Extremespeed on that creature!" He called out, indicating to the said shadow with a pointed finger. With a nod, she kicked herself up further into the air, her aged wings beating just as smoothly as they always had. She narrowed her eyes at the creature, and couldn't stop the twisted smile she was famous for from growing increasingly large on her face. She was eventually consumed by a purple light, as she shot further into the sky, high above the creature, and then launched herself at it, like she'd been fired out of a cannon. With blinding speed she zoomed towards the beast and then, in a typical Aya fashion, punched it right in the face, sending it staggering backward. Stunned by the impact, it regained its posture and then roared to the skies, before it was slowly absorbed into the night and it disappeared.
"They're retreating!" One of the soldiers called as I tended to the wounds of three Momijis. I stood up and watched the various Touhou leave, tripping over themselves and each other as they went – Yuugis, Suikas and I think I saw some Parsees – well, at least they didn't have an Utsuho with them tonight. Even father's Aya struggled with them.
As the soldiers returned to their posts on the wall with their beloved Momijis, I received a congratulatory pat on the head from father and a hug from Aya – I loved her hugs! Then, they went inside the house. I was about to join them when I caught movement at the corner of my eye.
A Touhou? I thought to myself, and walked cautiously to where I had seen the movement. I peered around the side of my house and caught a leg clad in red fabric disappearing behind the next corner. I sneaked around and peered around the next corner, but was greeted only by a barrel.
A barrel which appeared to be shaking.
I tip-toed up to the round wooden container and began to lift it up with one hand. My action was met with a childlike squeal of fear from whatever was inside the barrel.
"Shhh, it's okay!" I said in a hushed voice, not quite sure what I was talking to. I peered under the barrel and saw a Chibi Touhou sitting on the ground, tears streaming from her face and her hands covering her right eye. She looked at me with her left eye, clearly she was terrified – I didn't know what had happened to her, but I could only assume that she had been injured during the battle, because of the way she was covering her right eye. Her sobbing quietened slightly, but the tears streamed freely still and a look of pain and fear continued to grace her features. I let the barrel fall over, leaving the little Touhou exposed, and she let out a cry of fear at the banging sound it made.
"A Mokou…?!" I gasped. I reached out my hand to her and she shied away, letting out a fearful whine.
"It's okay; I'm not your enemy!" I spoke, and eventually, after much coaxing, I was able to scoop her up into my arms and bring her to the house. After her right eye had been bandaged (It had been slashed by a Momiji's blade), she refused to leave my side. When I went to bed for the second time that night, she was still right there, still terrified of everything – except me. Seeing her as a cuddly teddy bear at my age, I hugged her as I fell asleep – which continued until she evolved, a few years later.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think that a Mokou would come to mean more to me than anybody – being as stubborn and unfriendly as they normally were – but she wasn't like that. Much like father and Aya, me and Mokou quickly became inseparable – and now that you know a little about my past, I think it's about time that I told you the story you're here to hear – the story about how I became a Touhoumon trainer.