I walked toward the shrine, a spring in his step and in the weather as well. The sky was clear and the flowers are in full bloom. It was a ritual of mine to drop into the shrine and donate some money for the shrine. I did break her roof the first time I went to the Hakurei shrine after all…

I already paid my debt off from her, but damn she needs money desperately. The first time I found her the shrine was in a state of disrepair, it looks like a termite-infested woodhouse painted with fresh paint to look good. Oh wait, it is one. I remember using my first pay check to help her repair the much furniture she has left. The shrine was in good condition, the living quarter was not. So far, she is not living in constant state of poverty yet.

I just returned from my excursion in America, a little bit of swindling from the local drug dealers netted me with enough money to buy some stuff I needed for my mistress. It's not like they will be missed anyway; their job is to simply ruin other life and fill their pocket at the same time. I confiscated their handguns and gave it to Nitori to study them. Gensokyo need to pack heat in case things get hot.

As I finally saw the shrine in sight I finally realized the flaw in my plan. My face paled at that one damned mistake, my knees shivered at my own oversight. I prayed to every god there is as I rummaged through my wallet, only for my prayer to be unanswered. I have 1000 US Dollar here, but no fucking Japanese Yen…

I gritted my teeth at my stupidity. Stupid! How can you forget the most important thing during travelling? If you carry foreign money, that money is shit in other country except its own! I growled deeply, I have walked too far and the shrine was just a few mile away. With a deep breath I took another step forward. Fuck it, I'm Alex Armin and I did not survive this long by giving up!

When I arrived at the gate, I saw Reimu at the donation box, waiting for me. She knew I always gave her money and sometimes helped out with some fairy problem when I have free time. I never expected to see the crudely drawn sign at the donation box.

Do you want a kiss from the Shrine Maiden of Paradise? Only 1000 yen only!

I raised my eyebrow at the beautiful brunette in front of me. Really? Of all the thing she can do to ask for alms and she chose to run a kissing booth? Can anybody other than me remind what does a shrine maiden means?

"1000 Yen?" I asked her. She sighed in defeat as she slumped over the donation box lid. Her brown eyes stared into my own brown eyes, her eyes of defeat and mine of repressed insanity.

"Ugh, of all people that can come here…"

I raised my eyebrow at her statement. "Come on girl, what's wrong with me?"

"Nothing" She replied, morose as ever. "It's just that nobody even bothered to come here and pay offering even though I offered them a kiss in return. Not a single person came to this place. And to think that I protected Gensokyo for years now…"

She sighed again, and then she looked me in the eyes again. "Say, are you interested? 1000 Yen for a kiss to the cheek"

"A thousand Yen for a kiss to the cheek? Damn you're stingy as fuck!" I said.

She huffed in annoyance at my answer. "If you don't want to you can just say so."

"Who says I don't want to?" I replied with the biggest grin I have.

Her eyes then widened as I opened my wallet and dumped the wad of cash from my wallet, the drug money I stole from some poor dopeman in Compton. She salivated at the sight of the green dough as I patiently counted the money from the big wad of paper I stole from said criminal. I slammed the money onto the donation box with all the gusto I can muster up.

"How about a full-on French kiss from a Shrine maiden of Paradise?"

Her face was torn between embarrassment, rage and uncertainty. Embarrassment from my lecherous request, rage from the idea of me even suggesting it and uncertainty from the amount of money I offered. It was 300 US Dollar, significantly more expensive than Japanese Yen, if she can convert it.

She frowned as she handled the paper carefully, her delicate fingers brushes along the material as she observed the money for authenticity. With a sigh, she placed the money down. "How can I refuse this offer? But how can I use this money if it was not in Yen?"

"Hey Alex!"

I turned around and to my surprise found Yukari lounging in her gap. Her upper body protruded from the void gap in the air as she observed the absurd business we're handling now. She smiled at me before handing me a small briefcase. She bumped fist with me before disappearing from sight.

Reimu's eyes widened as I opened the briefcase to see its content. Wads after wads of paper were carefully arranged in the briefcase by means of folded strips of paper. A piece of paper was on top of the pile, a number was written on it. "32067.00 Yen, exactly the same amount of Yen converted from said money." I said, placing the paper back to the briefcase. "You can keep both the dollar and the Yen, I want my kiss"

Her blush matched her red bow attached to her dark brown hair. Defeated, she leaned forward and closed her eyes.

She never anticipated the hot wave of passion as I threw my weight on her. All of my pent-up frustration and passion was released on the poor shrine maiden as she struggled to keep her balance. I put my hand behind her head to deepen the kiss; my tongue explored the crevasse in her mouth as she struggled to push me off. I hugged her even harder; she has no choice but to endure.

My tongue battled for dominance as it sparred with the maiden's tongue inside the mouth arena. Her lips and saliva tasted sweet, pushing me over the edge with passion and desire. Her sweet fragrance and heat was delicious, forcing me to continuously violate her lip. My eyes were closed to savour the flavour of the young maiden. This is what I have been fighting for. I fought hard and long to attain strength and peace for my friends, I lost so much in my youth and I sacrificed my life to get to this point. I deserve this kiss, I deserved more.

Reimu didn't resist at all, even when we broke the kiss for air. She just stared at me with her beautiful blush and continued the kiss. I for one never took an opportunity like this, but honour be damned! It's Reimu!

I don't know what possessed my hands as it slip lower to pinch her plump rear, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. I don't know what possessed me to stare at her and demand to bring it even further; I don't even know why the fuck did I think of offering the rest of my money to fuck her was a good idea! Was it her taste? Was it her essence that I enjoyed, or that I have bottled up my passion for the girls in Gensokyo for so long that when the time comes for me I lost every semblance of myself?

I finally realized what I did after she broke the kiss. Stupid Alex! Why the fuck did I grope her?

"look-" I wanted to apologize, but she was having none of that.

I saw he kick coming, the slender leg rising upward in a wide arc and picking speed toward my crotch. The leg was encased in an aura of orange, the colour of the Hakurei border spell. Time slowed down as I watched it travels so slowly toward me, embarrassment and indignation fuelled her leg to go forward. I closed my eyes and saw my mistress. I knew what I have done and I knew I deserved it; I'm sorry Patchouli-sama…

"You pervert!"

The kick doesn't hurt that much to my surprise. Was it all that strength training Meiling put on me, or whatever the fuck did Yukari did to me before coming here to Gensokyo? But I was glad that it didn't hurt so much despite the momentum of said kick threw me high in the sky.

I felt myself propelled through the sky like a bullet from my rifle; the speed of my rise carried me higher than what I can imagine. I opened my eyes as I travelled through the sky. It was beautiful; the sky was light blue, the fluffy clouds that adorn the sky floats without care. I sniffed once; the smell of spring was familiar to me.

I remember waking up feeling odd, like something was off from normal. Sakuya cooked steak for breakfast and no onions were served on my platter. Flandre didn't throw a tantrum today, the little cutie sleeping with her sister in the basement in a strange form of slumber party. Marisa didn't come today, busy with something in her house. I find it much better for my mental psyche to ignore whatever she did in her room. Patchouli-sama was reading a high school textbook about advanced math. Meiling was watering the scarlet flowers in the mansion, humming a little tune as she goes on her way.

Back outside Gensokyo, it was pretty quiet. Compton was peaceful for once, not a jacking in sight. My parkour route was empty, and the same plank I used to vault over still stand. Walked over to the back alley and saw a dopeman pushing product to an impressionable teenager. Killed him with a knife to the throat and convinced the teenager to stay in school. Carried them crack in my pack and gat in my side, got a jackpot over the dealer. Got around a thousand and half dough in his back pocket. Bought myself more bottle of Coke and bought some books at the local bookshop. All the time I travelled there, nobody come to arrest me.

Back home, left the Glock and the crack to Nitori to study. Nitori was on the breakthrough in medical science. Got me more ammo for my gun and she didn't charge extra. Met Alice and have a nice chat. Walked over to Hakurei shrine and kissed Reimu in the lips. Now I am flying through the sky like a bird, enjoying the beautiful day.

"I can't believe it, today was a good day" I said, smiling to myself.

"Yeah, today was a good day"

I turned around to see a black man flying beside me, wearing a checker black-white hoodie, a pair of jeans and a black rag over his head. "Gensokyo does sure looks pretty in spring"

"Yeah" I replied, smiling toward the aged rapper. "Didn't even have to use my 98k"

Ice Cube snickered at my reply. "Yeah, today was a good day"

We both became silent for the moment, enjoying our flight through the sky. My smile then waned. I glowered to myself, thinking back at my action earlier on.

"What got your jimmy ruffled up dawg?" another voice appeared to my left, another black person wearing a black hoodie identical to mine. Unlike Ice Cube's threatening glare, he has a wide gentle smile that promises nothing but friendship and understanding. With his left hand he brought a roll of marijuana to his lips and inhaled deeply.

"What up Snoop" I said, greeting the gangster rapper with a kind smile. The rapper smiled back, his smile was a loving smile from a gentle father.

"What up Lex. Say, what ails ya kid?"

I sighed at his request. "I'm a buster Dogg, I'm no loyal to my mistress and my code. I always said that I'll never touch any girl in here without permission and will contain myself to the very end, yet I groped that woman whom I has history with and forgot about my true love back in the hood." I looked into his eyes, searching for an answer. "What the fuck happened to me Snoop Dogg?"

Snoop Dogg shook his head in disdain. "You maybe the hood sniper, but you ain't a pimp in a lick. Slapping them hoes in the booty ain't yo style dawg. Especially to such a respectable lady"

I smiled sardonically. "I know right? What kind of perverted fucker am I? It was fucking lucky that I even got to kiss her! And I want to fuck it up by trying to bone her of all girls, even though I promised not to?"

"Ya better not break yo promise dude! If ya did you are a buster!"

I turned around to see a short black man in a green windbreaker and sagging jeans. He wore a black cap with the word Compton scrawled across the cap and he wore a pair of black sunglasses. A scoped Mosin-Nagant was hanging from his back via a long leather strap.

"Eazy-E…" I said, not daring to look at him in the eye.

"Can it dawg, ya can't just go around slapping them hoes, that's my job!" Eazy said, glowering at me behind his sunglasses. I can't help but giggle at his word. Snoop Dogg and Ice Cube joined to.

"Don't blame yourself Lexy, you just holding it in for so long dawg, it ain't healthy fo a 20-something cracker like you to get no pussy" A voice appeared again. MC Ren was looking at me, concern evident in his eyes. "Ya gotta get yoself some pussy man, what chu' did earlier on is something natural"

"But whose pussy I must violate?" I asked. "Nobody would be willing to fuck a human, let alone an insane one who talks to a bunch of West Coast rapper from the 90s while falling from the sky."

"Ya can't just go in there and expect them hoes to open their legs for ya" Another voice said, I turned around and saw Dr Dre, DJ Yella, The Doc and Arabian Prince. My eyes widened at the sight. The whole fucking NWA group was here! The legends of the past were here, conversing with me!

"Holy shit, you Niggas got some attitude"

All of them rappers laughed at my reply. Tupac and Eminem was floating side-by-side, reading from a book. The white rapper looked up and frowned at me while Tupac somehow conjures a pen out of nowhere and wrote something into the book. The book was titled as 'The Big Book of Rap'.

"The fuck do you think ya should get their pussy? Ya gotta put some work to get some pussy man! Like street creds you gotta get shit done to get what you wanted, and you gotta stick with that woman fo the rest of yo life! Last I remembered, a father who abandons their child was nothing but a buster!" Eminem said, clearly displeased at my action.

"That's why I called him a buster!" Eazy said beside me. "Motherfucker can't keep his dick in the box, why should he be a father?"

"You're right E" I replied "I'm no loyal to them girls. I was loyal to Patchy, she gave me everything I need for a man to live; a reason to continue living. How can I betray her trust by groping her friend like that, or trying to fuck one of them?"

"Hey, at least you know what you did wrong" Tupac said, sparing a glance to my direction. "I left them a fucking rap legacy through my lyrics and this is what I get? A fucking army of bitch-ass niggas rapping 'bout shit they never understand or experience? Is that my legacy? A bunch of studio rapper with the shittiest lyric and overused 8-beat I ever heard?"

"Hell, them motherfuckers used my track beat to the point I am SICK of my own DAMN SONG! How the fuck did they do that?" Ice Cube said using his trademark angry tone, which he cannot turn off because he is Ice Cube and Ice Cube was always angry.

"Ey cabron, at least they didn't make a fucking baby gurgle song out of you" Eazy said to the aging gangster. "I may be dead but that shit is so fucking wack I can't even sleep!"

"I heard those were called mumble rap, and say, aren't you dead?" Snoop Dogg replied to the short rapper/sniper.

"Yeah, and that shit was so stupid I was rolling in my grave trying to suffocate myself back to sleep!" Eazy said, using his pinkie to clean his left ear. "No shit, how can them kids like that mumbling shit? I can just record Cube's snore when he was sleeping and released it as a new track!"

"And I don't even need to spend every night sleepless trying to find the right word to rhyme in my lyric. Hell, that might give me more time to play with Hailie!" said the blonde rapper unhappy with the state of the game he was on for years now.

"No shit, what are they trying to say anyway? All I heard is some random shit" Ren replied.

We have stopped rising and we started to descend back to the ground. I realised that we have risen so high, I don't even see the ground anymore.

"Hey don't sweat it kid. This is Gensokyo, shit like this always happen in the hood right?" Dre said, falling beside me as the momentum of Reimu's kick was lost and replaced by a momentum called gravity. I shrugged at his reply. Shit like this really happens all the time. I still remember my fight with Tenshi though; damn that bitch really did a number on me.

"Yeah" I said weakly. "So, about…"

"Ya should apologize to her when you got down on the ground. Then you should go find yo girl again and promise to treat her good and maybe work some kind of agreement or something? You really need to find a stable relationship" Dr Dre said to me.

"Yeah, and don't forget Jimmy's hat! Being a parent is harder than being a rapper!" Eminem said.

"Holy shit that rhymes." I replied.

"Bitch I can make rhyme any time I want! Hell, I can even make rhyming in several different ways a crime!" Eminem said, showing off his rhyming prowess through his lyrical reply. Eazy rolled his eyes at the white rapper's boasting.

"Please cracker, you can't handle these real motherfucking G." Eazy said. Eminem grinned widely.

"I sure can take down a midget Eazy!" Eminem replied. Eazy smirked, preparing for another round only for Tupac to stop them. "Guys chill, we are here for a reason remembers?"

"What reason?" I asked them. Tupac smiled at me and pointed down to the ground.

Trash, trash is all I see. I saw black rappers of all kind, walking on a long shining sheet of paper in their sagging pants and T-shirt and their ridiculous jewellery. The words that flow alongside the paper were soiled by the shoes of that fake-ass Gucci rapper. Like a Templar Knight smashing upon a carved Assyrian urn, the vision of the ghetto stored in the words was soiled and trampled by the same generation of rapper Tupac left them. The picture of the ghetto was painted over in bright neon colour; its gritty realism was replaced by wishful imagination, empty boast and mind-addling lyric. I turned around and saw Tupac staring down upon his children with sadness.

The new rapper looks nothing like a gangster, or even a pimp. To sum up what Eazy would say, they are a joke. I believe him in a heartbeat. There's a reason why the night-time was the best time for crime and hoodies was the preferred outfit of a criminal, to conceal your identity. Back then they rap about guns because they were shot at with said guns every night and so. Now? We have a generation of rapper wearing shirt and gold chains like a walking jewellery store waiting to be shot or robbed. Even if they ditched the chains their dyed hot-dog pile they called hair was enough for me to spot them without using my iron sight.

I saw thots, lots of them strutting alongside them fake rappers, salivating upon their fake jewellery and cash that was spilling from their pocket. I looked at my sight and saw the old warrior of Rap looking at them with hate. Their bloody hands and plain outfit a huge contrast with the almost cartoonish colourful and clean rapper down there.

When they open their mouth to speak, I felt pain in my ear, or was it because of my descent from the sky? Am I even still falling? It doesn't matter, it hurts so badly. I want it to stop.

"We can't just let them be"

Snoop said that beside me, his eyes narrowed in determination. I looked around and saw all the old school rappers staring down to the street with righteous anger in their eyes. In my whole life I never saw a picture of unity among gangster rapper set in history. The Wu-Tang Clan stood beside NWA and DMX, who was snarling upon his enemy like a dog. The Notorious B.I.G readied his knuckle duster, ready for a fight. Everybody was armed with melee weapon ranged from bats to knuckle duster except Eazy who was armed with his Mosin-Nagant.

I grinned alongside those old dogs. I knew what had to be done. Gensokyo was clean, yet it has not been touched by the dirty hands of modern day rap. In order for Gensokyo to be free from said vice, they must learn the way of the hood.

With a loud yell I pulled my fist backward, accumulating all the strength of West and East Coast rappers of old into my fist, preparing to crush the pretty-pink princess studio rapper that has tainted the art of rap a long time ago.

The spirits of old school rapper pulled their respective fists too, preparing their strike to regain their throne. Their eyes burned with fury and their heart filled with pride.

As I approach the paper sheet street, I pushed my fist forward, all the rage and pain accumulated by the rappers of old contained in my fist. I felt the strength of gangster rap flows into my vein as my fist landed upon the ground. The rappers behind me followed suit, dozens of furious fist slamming upon the paper sheet, dislodging the dirt from the word and rearranging them to recreate the beautiful picture Tupac has created. In the corner of my eyes I saw Tupac shed a single tear. I understand his feelings. As he has created rap as we know it, it was his job to save it again.

The paper street rolled underneath my fist, their edges curling up to reach the tornado that was my fist in the ground. With a roar and a loud pop, the paper disappeared, leaving behind nothing but a small smoking pile of dirt.

My vision then became clear as I stood up from my landing spot. All the rappers were gone, their body returned to their respective land. But deep inside my heart, I can feel the lyrics flowing through my vein. With a huge grin, I stood up and stared into the sun with a clear understanding of what I should do. I saw Snoop Dogg again, lighting up the world with his smile alongside the sun.

The crater I create was enormous, but my impact to Gensokyo would be bigger.

"Holy shit!"

I turned around and saw Marisa flying toward me on her broom. The blonde witch stared at me in bewilderment at the destruction I did. With great difficulty she belted out her first question. "You did this?"

"Yes I did" I replied.

She then stared at my slightly burning fist. "How?" The curious witch asked.

I grinned wildly at her question. "Ain't nothing to it, gangster rap made me do it"

"What is gangster rap?"

….

And that's how Gensokyo understands the power of street knowledge...