Minecraft owned by Microsoft and Touhou owned by ZUN

The story made by LiamOfOrmonde

Re-established by me

QA by LiamOfOrmonde

Q: Huh.. Genociding Gensokyou? At least this one has simple plot. ...Fuck it. Please I'm begging you! Finish at least one fic or at least on this one or your other Minecraft fics...

A: I will finish this fic because it's for my cousin. I promised him after all. The outline is down and I just need to buckle down and write it. I have the ending and everything all planned out. I even left it open for a sequel. Also genociding Gensokyo isn't Steve's goal. He just wants to make Gensokyo so much better. Sadly the locals won't agree with his idea of 'better' and some people may die, but what's a few deaths in the face of progress. The survivors will surely thank him afterwards. Right?

Comment: And so I think he stated that this would be the last chapter.

(Steve POV)

In front of me lay my most prized possession. The one thing I had taken with everywhere I had gone and never let go. It had been with me through thick and thin. In sickness and in health. Through rich and poor, through the good times and the bad. It had saved my life more times than I could count.

It was my diamond pickaxe. My first and only diamond pickaxe. Even if I had created other tools better for digging, I never let this pickaxe go. I would be less of a person of it wasn't for this pickaxe.

Every inch of the pickaxe was well cared for and loved. I had repaired it so many times that not a single bit of it was from the original pickaxe I had made so long ago, but it was still the same pickaxe. The wooden handle was carved with memories. Just simple pictures.

Me on top of a mountain. Me digging a tunnel. Me building an entire castle but with nobody but me to live in it. Many others as well. All of then had the pickaxe and me together.

I loved this pickaxe. It was a tool I cared for the most. Now I was considering what to do with it now. Why? Because Zuno had given me an idea, and it wouldn't leave me.

Tsukumogami. A hundred years old object brought to life as a yokai. Probably via magic.

I thought about it. I thought about it for a long time. I could do it, I could make my pickaxe a Tsukumogami. It was much older than a hundred years after all, more like a hundred to the sixty-forth power. That was without question. But for the first time in almost forever I wondered if I should do it.

I even sat down to think about it, my pickaxe clutched to my chest. A Tsukumogami made from my pickaxe would be strong. But then I would lose my pickaxe. Would the Tsukumogami still be like my pickaxe, or would they be different? I didn't know.

I would need someone strong to help me with my ambition of changing Gensokyo. It would mean freedom.

There was a simple ritual circle I had drawn on the ground. Chalk, red candles, and a bit of my blood. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was all I needed.

With quivering hands I placed my pickaxe in the circle, lit the candles, and began to wait. I had time. All the time even. Ash still hadn't returned but I had a feeling he soon would. Zuno in the other hand had asked me for some paper and a pencil and now she was writing and drawing in a room she asked me to build. I mean, I didn't build her a bed, but that's because she doesn't really need one. She just thinks she needs one because she's hanging onto her humanity.

It took 64 hours exactly before the ritual finished. At first the edges of the pickaxe began to blur. Then there was a white smoke and a low pitched rumbling noise. Following that was a flash if light that temporarily blinded me.

When my vision cleared there was a lot of white mist. But in the center of it was someone that seemed to familiar, yet so different. A woman almost my height with cyan hair and matching eyes. She looked at me and smiled.

Then she looked down and screamed.

"I'm naked! I don't like this! This censorship cloud is way too thin!"

Across the cavern in Zuno's room I heard her drop whatever she was holding and come come running, dodging and weaving between all the machinery in her way.

I panicked and looked away. "It's okay cause I'm looking away. But if you don't like being naked, why don't you wear some clothes?"

The woman sighed. "You... I don't have clothes, other wise I would wear them!" She snapped.

I wondered why she didn't just make some clothes. That's what I would do. But you know what, I'm a problem solver! I solve problems!

I took my own shirt and held it out behind me so she could grab it. "Here. You can borrow my shirt for now."

I could practically feel the gratitude from the woman behind me. "Thank you so much Steve."

She took the shirt and I jerked in surprise. "You know my name?"

She laughed, and the sound reminded me of gemstones landing in a pile. "Of course I know your name Steve. After all, you-" She cut herself off and began sniffing something. Curious, I turned around and saw her sniffing my shirt. In opinion she looked pretty good wearing it.

Then she reeled and began gagging. "Uck! Creator why? Wait, you're my Creator! Why?! Why does your shirt smell so bad?"

I scratched my chin and thought it over. "It's probably because it's never been washed. Ever." I reply.

She sighs. "I guess. Just... Please make me some clothes before I help you with your plan."

My eyebrows rise. "You know my plan, and you want to help me?"

She smiles, and I enjoy seeing it. "Of course I'll help you Steve. After all, I l-"

She's cut off my Zuno vaulting over a steam press and landing between the two of us. "I heard nudity and came as soon as I could!"

She looked over my ex-prisoners, especially focusing on her legs which weren't covered by my shirt, and her chest which made my shirt seem really tight on her. Zuno was gave a hungry look in my direction for some reason. I hope she doesn't have any hunger for the living right now, it would be a shame to put her down.

Zuno licks her lips and asks the new Tsukumogami, "Hey there gorgeous. What's your name?"

A single pulsating vain can be seen on the ex-pickaxe's head. She smiles and this time it isn't nice. Not nice at all. "Me? Oh, I'm no one special."

She extents her hand, and then points down. There is a burst of power through the air the instant she does that and it is so strong I can even feel it behind my eyes.

Then the ground eats Zuno. All that's left her dull grey hair. She's screaming, but I can't hear what she's saying.

The Tsukumogami woman saunters over and places her foot on top of Zuno's head. Zuno looks up and somehow, she starts bleeding from her nose even though there's no blood left in her body.

"Listen up maggot bait! I am Master Steve's longest and most faithful companion. I am Daiya. But you shall call me Mistress Daiya. Is that understood?" The newly named Daiya says. Each word is like a dagger stabbing through the air.

Zuno is bleeding a lot from her nose and making grunting noises I can only assume is agreement. Daiya has a look of disgust on her face and removes her foot from Zuno's head. She takes a step back and spits on top of the zombie girl.

For some reason I can't possibly understand, Zuno seems to love it.

Daiya walks up to me, her smile becoming friendly again. She laughs. "Who knew my first chance to show up my terrakinesis would be disciplining an over-eager undead?"

I smiled back at her. I was impressed. Really impressed by her power. "How strong is your terrakinesis?"

She put a single arm over my shoulder and leaned in close. She had a strong heartbeat that was easy to hear. "I will move mountains for you Steve." She whispered in my ear.

[Stage Five Boss: Eon Worldbreaker Pickaxe: Daiya]

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this story. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended.