A/N: The idea for this crossover just came out of nowhere and I decided to work on it while taking a break from RWBY Tail. Don't worry though, that fanfic will definitely continue. It's just as a joint effort, sometimes one of us isn't available and as my friend is working as a student teacher currently, it seriously cuts into his time to write. So for the time being, I'll likely focus on this. I look forward to your thoughts on it!


I guess this is it, huh? Satori thought to herself as the flame engulfed her. She had never expected Okuu's power to go out of control like it did, but at this point, hindsight wouldn't help her. She simply closed her eyes and prayed for a quick death. Because perhaps then, she would finally have the peace she so desired. The quiet that was always too far away for her to grasp.

But as soon as that searing heat fully consumed her, it faded and was instantly replaced with soothing warmth. Her eyes shot open, fully expecting to be in the Netherworld or even in front of the Yama for her final judgment, but neither were true. She instead found herself staring up at what appeared to be a tan-colored ceiling, the scent of fresh oranges reaching her nose. "What?" She asked aloud, completely perplexed by the turn of events. She didn't recall any of the respective afterlifes looking like this. Sure, it could have been the Yama's office, but something seemed off.

"Shinpachi, did you contact aliens from another world again?"

She flinched at the sound of a male's deep voice. The only male she knew in Gensokyo was Rinnosuke-san and that certainly was not him. Just what was going on?

"Gin-san, why would I go through so much trouble to summon something I can meet on the street?"

Another male's voice and this time it was a bit closer. Gathering her courage, she fully sat up and found herself staring at two men.

One was considerably tall with silver-blue hair and red eyes that looked kind of like a dead fish. He wore a blue and white kimono with a red undershirt, black pants and black boots. On the left side of his waist was a wooden sword.

The other was much shorter, with black hair in a bowl cut, a blue and white hakama, sandals and a wooden sword of his own. But the most impressive part about him were his glasses, as if they held all of his power.

"Who are you?" She managed to croak out before her injuries caught up to her, causing her to lose consciousness and fall backward onto the floor with a loud thud.

"You see that, Shinpachi? She took one look at you and she died."

"She's not dead! And I'm not that ugly!"

"So you still admit to being somewhat ugly."

"Forget it! Whatever the case is, this girl looks hurt. So the least we can do is help her out."

"It's not wise to trust girls who suddenly appear out of thin air."

"Says the fan of Isekais."

"Oi, you take that back! An Isekai is a man's fantasy! This is completely different!"

"How so?"

"Clearly because she's not a generic male protagonist who was sent to a fantasy world. She's instead a beautiful girl who was sent to a shitty shounen manga that took way too long to finish because the author was indecisive."

"Sorachi-sensei wouldn't be happy to hear you say that, Gin-san."

"As if Sorachi-sensei reads low-tier fanfics like this! You hear that reader?! If you're enjoying this, you're low-tier!"

"Stop it, Gin-san! The author gets low enough views as it is!"

"You're right. No one will read this anyway. But enough of that. Let's just get this girl onto the couch."

The silver haired man gently picked up the sleeping girl and placed her on the couch. After doing so, he sent Shinpachi to fetch some medical supplies from Otose and took a seat on the opposite sofa, facing her. Though a complete dick before, his expression softened as he saw the injuries that covered her entire body. Her clothing was singed and she had burn marks here and there. Even the ends of her hair were singed.

Just what happened to you before you were brought here? He wondered to himself. Was it a blessing . . . or a curse?


It wasn't until about three hours later that Satori awoke, her matching purple eyes gazing upward at that ceiling she had seen before. So it wasn't a dream? She was really in that place with those strange man? A yawn escaped her lips and she quickly covered her mouth, a tinge of red coloring her cheeks. She wasn't one who liked being seen in such a messy state. But the fact that she had gotten three hours of sleep was somewhat of a blessing to her. With her pets back at Chireiden needing her attention at all hours, she rarely got enough sleep to function.

"Mmmm." She mumbled as she glanced around before noticing that she had bandages covering her injuries and that her clothes had been changed. At first, her groggy mind didn't register the major red flag but as she slowly regained her awareness, she turned beet red. Could those men have-

She shook her head. Even if they did, they had bandaged her injuries. She couldn't get mad at them for wanting to help her.

"So you're finally awake." The familiar deep voice from earlier called out to her. "Glad to see you didn't keel over after all."

She blinked a few times before finally managing to pinpoint the voice. The silver haired male was sitting behind a desk, reading what appeared to be what Rinnosuke-san called manga.

"So you just gonna stare at me like I'm a ghost or are you going to say something?" Though I guess I can't blame her, she's probably been through a lot.

"Been through a lot is an understatement." Satori muttered in return, knowing full what to expect once the man knew she could read his mind.

"So you can read minds?" The other male's voice said from behind the couch. "That's pretty neat. Maybe now you can figure out why Gin-san doesn't pay us our salaries."

Satori opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Did he just brush off my ability to read minds like it was nothing? No. Scratch that. Did he just call it neat? This really has to be somewhere new! This isn't anything like Gensokyo!

"Shinpachi, I think you broke her again. Look. I don't really care if you can read minds, since your worry about us disliking it was written all over your face. If someone gets mad at you reading their thoughts, it means they have something to hide. But to those who live honestly and true to themselves, well, to them you're just another friend." A weird friend who showed up out of fucking nowhere, but a friend nonetheless.

Suddenly the floor was very interesting to Satori. She stared at it for a decent period of time while mulling over everything the man had said as well as everything that had happened prior.

Alright. Let's get this straight. First, Okuu went berserk and I tried to contain her power myself, but it proved to be too powerful for me. Luckily I had managed to get everyone evacuated from Chireiden in time, so the only causality would likely be me as it's highly likely that Reimu-san would have arrived in time to subdue Okuu before she endangered the rest of the Underground. But wait, what about Koshi?! Could she have been- No. If Koishi had been hurt, I'd have felt it, because even with the increased distance between the two of us due to her closing her third eye, there's still a bit of a psychic link that would let me know if she was in danger.

So with all that said. Am I still alive? Frankly I don't know. It feels like I'm alive, but with the change of scenery and everything that followed. I can't be too sure. That said, I still have the injuries that I sustained while confronting Okuu, so if I really was dead, I doubt they'd have carried over. Thus the only answer I could deduce was that at the last moment, I was whisked away to another location. The only possible culprit for such an outcome would be . . .

Yukari Yakumo.

But why bring me to this odd place? Why not just somewhere else in Gensokyo? Could she be planning something again? It's highly likely. In which case, questioning this whole situation would only lead to a bigger headache in the end, so I'd best just roll with the punches and make the best of my current situation.

She looked up at the silver haired man once again. "My name is Satori Komeiji. My story is . . . a long one, but if it isn't too troubling. Can I . . . stay here for awhile?"

"Sure." Gintoki replied bluntly. "My name is Gintoki Sakata and I work as a Yorozuya, someone who does odd jobs for a living. Basically if you ask a job of me, I'll do it. And the pair of glasses over there is Shinpachi Shimura, he works for me."

"Pair of glasses my ass!" Shinpachi retorted before regaining his composure. "In any case, it'd be very nice to have you work with us, Satori-chan." It'd give us a heroine who is actually cute. Not that Kagura-chan isn't cute, it's just that she's also a mountain gorilla.

Satori had to stifle a laugh at Shinpachi's mental imagery of Kagura. She kind of reminded her of an Oni. But then she realized exactly what Shinpachi had said. "Wait, did you say work?"

Gintoki grinned. "Yeah. You didn't think I'd let you stay here without putting you to work, did you?"

Satori began to sweat bullets. She was never one for physical labor and this guy's job practice seemed to revolve around the stuff. "C-Can I get an office job instead?"

Shinpachi gently placed a hand on Satori's shoulder and smiled. "It's okay. I almost die every day. You'll get used to it."

T-This place is just as scary as Gensokyo! Satori screamed internally.

And so . . . the days of Yorozuya Satori-chan had officially begun.