Ch. 2: Rock bed
"I feel like I slept on a rock..." The young man groaned, his hand coming out from under the blanket that covered him, efore rising, shaking out his hair in a futile attempt to make his senses return to him faster, or at least to make his eyes adjust. He overheard some sort of argument from the next room, but he had no idea who would possibly be fighting in the next room of his house. 'Unless Jackie met one of my coworkers...How much did I drink last night?" He pondered the thought for a moment before shaking it from his head and pushing off the blanket.
He was greeted by a strange sight, a room not his own, a bed not his own, and even clothin...Wait no those were still his. Where was he? Who's room was this? And why did someone pull him from his apartment, dragged him to god knows where, and left him...completely untied and laying in a bed that couldn't have held him to anything if it tried? 'What the hell is going on here?' He thought, walking slowly to the wall, searching for a door. "Where is a door when you nee-shit!" He yelled out, his weight more than enough to rip through the flimsy screen.
The two women on the other side were fighting like cats and dogs. A yellow-haired girl, and a black-haired girl where bickering about something he couldn't make out, but they stopped as soon as Issac fell through the screen door. He looked up to them sheepishly, then tried to back away, Seeing it would do no good, he stood, brushed himself off and looked to them. 'I'm dead!' He whimpered to himself.
The first of the two, the black-haired one, approached him, looking up to him a look on her face that said she would kill him if he said the wrong word. "Are you sure you have not seen this boy before?" She said, letting the boy stand before her as she spoke. Despite being taller than her, Issac was a bit terrified of this woman. She seemed to be one who you wouldn't mess with unless you had a death wish.
"Very sure. You know I generally keep them inside my home until they are stupid enough to go wandering. If you say you found him walking around outside the shrine, he is not one of mine." The blond hair one said, tightening her grip on the parasol that stood in front of her. It seemed what she said was... annoying her. 'Them? What the hell do they mean by that?!" Issac's head felt like a pinball machine, thoughts bouncing around with every thing heard. "Excuse me, but...Where am I?" He asked quietly, then wished he hadn't, as both women were glaring at him.
"I suppose I shall." The blond woman said, pulling the point of her parasol off the ground and putting it to rest on her shoulder. "You are in Gensokyo, a place separated from your 'normal' world by...well, that's not important. What is important is you are now here, and we aren't quite sure how you got here." She said, looking like that fact she didn't know why he was there annoyed her more than the fact he was there. "But right now there is a much more pressing matter to attend too."
With that, a black line formed on the wall. Issac blinked, thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him before the line opened up, showing a purple space with some sort of things inside. Issac didn't that good of a look before the two women walked into the wall and vanished, the opening becoming a line again, then vanishing. 'That...was trippy.' He blinked, then went to the open door next to the wall that had opened up.