These are lyrics that parody "Company I, 2nd South Caroline" by the 2nd South Carolina String Band, an American Civil War reenactment band. I was going to/might still put them at the end of a story of a girl who can't find a place back home, then goes on a journey through Gensokyo, settling down in places, being used for her musical talents, then running away because she doesn't feel seen as a person until her parents find her. These are the lyrics she would write to thank all the people she met on her journey.

I've often heard it said of late
That Gensokyo am in such state
Where pretty girls are forced to fight
Lest the youkais get to do more than fright

Our school teacher told us so
Scariest place in Gensokyo
Anywhere just beyond the wall
Especially on that mountain tall

The maiden's meals am very small
And often times there's none at all
She plans to starve so very lean
When bullets fly, she pass between

My old friend she told me so
Leanest maiden in Gensokyo
I looked at the sky and found it so
Just what my friend she told me-o

They send me to the mountain shrine
And here's what I learn while I climb
The tengus own that wooded land
They like to show off when they can

That black-haired girl, I told her so
She's the fastest crow on the mountain-o
She just laughed 'cause she knew it so
Just what I told that crow girl-o

They send me to the pharmacy
And warn me to step carefully
There's holes in there to make you fall
That am so deep they don't hear you call

That white-eared girl, I told her so
She's the meanest rabbit in Gensokyo
She just laughed 'cause she knew it so
Just what I told that rabbit-o

The black-white witch is very brave
She does not even fear the grave
When the bullets fly all all around
She wave her hat and swat them down

Her good friend she told me so
Bravest witch in Gensokyo
I looked in the forest and found it so
Just what her good friend told me so

The flower lady grows nice plants
She loves so much it makes her dance
She tends the flowers in the sun
And her smile makes it look so fun

The icy fairy told me so
Nicest lady in Gensokyo
I looked through the gardens and I found it so
Just what the fairy told me-o

In the nighttime when we go to bed
The youkais come out to get fed
We scatter like some little mice
When the youkais, they don't play so nice

Our old elder told us so
Fiercest beasties in Gensokyo
We looked all around and we found it so
Just what the elder told us so

>>70627
I would say
>Isn't that the purpose of shorts, but then I realized there were stories I finished but weren't flesh out enough even for there because of how shallow they were. Anyways I have this Rinnosuke story from around October of last year that I fixed up recently.

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It was in the autumn of a-hundredth-and-twelfth year that I came into the service of the Kirisame family. At the time, I would neither call myself old or young, having long since passed childhood and grown sedentary as most youkai ought to do, but not truly settled. At the time, I was in between occupations and had very little to do. No house to call my own, and possessing a skill set few wished to employ. My singular project at the time had reached a dead end then, and my hands were idle as I watched the days to my coming eviction pass by. My only blessing at the time was a good friend, Miss Kamishirasawa, who at her own volition had dragged me out of my lodgings and into a canal boat.

"I know the very place," she said to me, "A good family, merchants, a fine–small estate. The father is not yet old, canny and has a sharp mind for business. His wife–an outsider–is a fine woman as well. Tall, with a large frame, from the *german* stock so I hear. Nice woman. And their children, a nice and tight litter, two sons and a daughter. Kirisame will set you right and have you'll on your feet in no time. He was quite the precious child know, energetic as well, although I remember one student in particular who–"

For it was only by her charity that I was given this opportunity I had to bear with her. Although, having some since become friends, and both adults now I had the sneaking suspicion that she still saw us both–Myself and Kirisame–as children, or at least students of hers. At the very least the canal man kept to himself, lessening my embarrassment somewhat. Still, I did not yet know how long I would spend in the family's employ and her ramblings often grew tiresome. When I asked where this estate was, more so for want of a different subject, she too acquiesced, telling me of how it bordered the inner and outer village, sitting along a road and with its back connecting into one of the canal-alleys that weaved through the village through like endless threads of a spiders web.
We arrived at the estate casually–to be specific back then flight brazenly out in the open wasn't as common, and even in these days it seems too feminine a method of travel for me–our ferryman depositing us onto the family's docks wordlessly. We were shepherded inside by a pair of servants, an older woman and a young girl. Indeed it was as quaint as my friend had described, with beige stone walls, slanted roofs, and chilling breeze that swept across the estate, scattering the first leaves of fall which had already received their newly painted yellows, oranges, and reds from the harvest gods. The estate was centered on a large two story house that which lower half jutted forward and out of sight, connecting to the general store that sat outside the estate walls while opposite it a small courtyard was centered on a trees, with servants quarters and other smaller houses across from it, the buildings connected by open corridors forming a long sort of 'L' shaped building across from the main house at the bottom left of the estate, almost flush against the wall..

After a short walk, me and my friend were brought inside and seated across from the patriarch and his wife in a meeting room. They were a more upright and tense pair than my friend had described, although he did not comment on it. The patriarch had narrow-sharp brown eyes half sunken into his skull and sharper eyebrows, giving the impression of perpetual anger even when his tone was even. He spoke little, mostly observing and nodding at my friend and her pronouncements of my virtue and work ethic. Although from behind his eyes I could see a light that seemed anything but absent. The wife was more sickly and willow-like than I expected, with clear signs of muscle and fat having gone to nothing, hollowness in the cheeks, and a slight shaking I could not miss. Although I never paid much attention to it, I suppose cases like hers were more common in the days before the Hourai Pharmacy opened. She talked little, but was polite and the hoarseness in her throat and clipped words gave away the impression she would have normally been talkative. Indeed, I imagine in her full health the only aspects in which the matriarch was deficient was her lack of flying ability.

Despite my friend's best efforts, the interview was rather fast with the patriarch quickly deciding to throw his mercy onto me and remove the presence of my friend from his house. Although I had not the impression he was annoyed by her, there was an odd understanding between them that precluded words. Either way I was determined to make my thankfulness be known through the speed and quality of my work, in those days not many would have given an opportunity like this to someone like me.

As I settled into the business of the estate I quickly became familiar with the Kirisame family. There was the oldest daughter and her husband–adopted into the family–the son who so loyally followed his father's words, but only his words, and finally the little brother.

I quickly fell in line as an apprentice to the elder Kirisame, he found my skills useful and what free time I did not have assisting him or learning the mercantile trade I spent on my own project. Every so often I was able to acquire some valuable piece to help me in my work, a grimoire here and rare metals there. In my tenure, I was afforded some use of the servants. Among the nameless and faceless mass, only one caught my eye. She was a small girl, younger than the youngest of the Kirisame. Her head was held perpetually low and she seemed to shrink in on herself, hiding behind her long barely kept white hair, always trying to seem the meekest and tiniest person in the room. Even when she was the sole servant, she shrunk away from me like a mouse.

Although, it only became a peculiarity until the patriarch of the Kirisame commented on her. I do not remember the particulars of what we were discussing at the time, but myself, the patriarch, and the son-in-law were discussing some matter of local politics in the courtyard when the servants came in with our tea. The small servant girl with a tray of food to accompany the tea of an elder servant. . Against my better judgement, I commented on the girl's fall. "That girl, the hooded one, she's rather meek. Isn't she?"

"There's no use with that one, she's dull, mute and deformed, you see?" The patriarch gestured towards her with his cane. The small girl flinched as she hobbled away. At the time I could not actually see her clearly due to her robes and hood, but I allowed myself the imagination to fill in the blanks. I remember the comment clearly due to the oddness I noted at the man, the brother-in-law seemed to stiffen in response to the words and a slight tension filled the air. In the end she returned with another tray and tea was served but our conversation afterwards was notably clipped and the brother-in-law left soon after.

There were not many notable incidents for the rest of September and soon it was October, thus autumn began in earnest.

As people ought to do, everybody began their holiday preparations at the last minute. With the moon viewing various preparations were underway we all found ourselves busier than normal. Sweet potato and various offerings were being bought up and stockpiled, decorations were being prepared, and mochi production across the village tripled. Of course the Youkai activity increased as it always did. In those days there were no spellcard rules and the humans fretfully huddled inside of the village instead of brazenly infiltrating youkai gambling dens. Much has changed, and the amount of man-eaters in those days were in equal amounts to those who were not.

I still remember the long nights, the village patrols eyeing me as I stood out front of the shop. The patriarch had some idea of using me as a ward against the Youkai. He wasn't exactly wrong, those red searching eyes on the roofs and in the alleys would lock eyes with mine before moving on.

It was around that time I learned of the youngest daughter's tendency to flee the estate.

Mister Kirisame told me of her flight rather casually, I do not remember his words exactly but he said something along the lines of, "One of the servants has gone missing, you will be assisting in the search for her."

The servants, and then the town guard was mobilized, with me somehow delegated the tasking of leading a search group through the village. It was the correct choice after all, after I had found her tracks a mile from the Kirrisame estate I followed them to the border of the village where they met with the path leading to the forest of magic. They had all heard the rumors I was sure, Tanuki, Witches, Foxes. I had my own fears but they werre of a different nature. Although it was forbidden for Youkai to consume a human from the village, her case was one where I thought it was more likely she would try to abandon her humanity. In the end, I was the only one who could follow he tracks into the forest of magic.

All they could give me was a lamp, not that I needed it, and with that I was sent on my way. __. I followed the sounds of her crying, counting my steps as I stressed my ears, earning the youkai prowl around us, the fluttering of shikigami in the air, and the buzzing of insects. The wolf rounded to me, putting itself between me and the girl as it barred it's teeth. This was before the spellcard rules were introduced so I made due with my lamp and fists.

Either way, after fending the beast off and taking the crying girl in hand, I returned to the Kirisame estate with her in my arms, half listening to what she said in between sobs. She knew well enough to quiet up by the time we returned and I could deposit her back into the house.

The only acknowledgment the patriarch seemed to give the event was a slight nod of his head.

Then came the first night of moon viewing. The family had their own ceremony, but I was dismissed from my duties for the night–the youkai would be busy with their own ceremonies–So, I walked into the compound and sat upon the porch, a little moon viewing ceremony all to myself. That night was the first time I had gotten a good look at the serving girl. I only noticed her after a half-hour or so, but there she was sitting on the porch next to me. Her hood was done and she was small in frame–clearly malnutrition in this case–but with large round eyes, and her hair–unbound from her ponytail–flowed into a bob of pale-blonde curls. Indeed the only feature she did not share with the Kirisame matriarch were her vivid red eyes.

She flinched away when our eyes met. I did not approach her, instead her quiet, low voice cut through the silence. She seemed perfectly able to converse, although she had a limited vocabulary and was deftly quiet. After our short proper introduction, we began to converse in earnest, hushed tones. I suppose seeing her then, red eyes, white hair, the youngest child of four, it was only a surprise she was not more meek.

This was a decade–or so–before the arrival of the Myouren Temple, and about two decades before the temple and village had grown to such size that the orphanage was built.

I suppose I–unwisely–ended up mentioning my project to her. It was a multitool you see, a combination flash light, campstove, and all-in-one magical device. She ended up pulling me towards her room. A small shed-like space off the well beaten corridors of the estate and squished beneath the shadow of the other servant's quarters.

I had to crouch onto one knee in order to enter her room. Even with what little space she had been afforded the girl crammed as many things as possible there, books of all sorts and various odds and ends, mostly mechanical. Despite how harshly she was treated, I had the great sense that no one–not even the other servants–paid her any mind, one way or the other.

After overcoming my brief introspection, I took a proper look at what the girl showed me. One a well worn and child-sized grimoire of her own making, the other a magical device that replicated the outside world tool known as a flashlight or electric torch. I do not consider myself a great talent at magic, neither am I a prodigy or a genius, but looking through the young girl's journal her talent was evident. If I had to say, she was a prodigy. She shone the light of the flashlight on her hand, casting shadows on the wall as she talked to me in her lowly, mumbly voice.

Then, the snow began. It was unseasonable snowfall, only years later would the winter-in-spring incident come close to matching its magnitude. Indeed, soon a terrible storm was upon us. She dropped her flashlight and I pocketed it as we left, fleeing towards the safety of the family house. Afterwards the news was that the Hakurei Shrine Maiden at the time had perished in that incident.

Despite it's size the house rattled, shook, hail assaulting the roof and wind beating against the walls. Perhaps it would have been more tolerable on another night, but the lady of the house was dreadfully sick and in the chaos the patriarch had resulted to screaming his frustrations at the servants.
I felt her brow, swamped with cold sweat, and then cast my awareness deeper. I was never one skilled in medicine, nor did I know much of biology, my attempts were little better than the shamans and exorcists of the village. Lowly attempts to cast out those inflicting spirits of disease the humans out the outside world name bacteria and virus. The patriarch did not fault us for how little of help we were, merely telling us to let them be, his voice hollow.

One did not have to be a half-youkai to taste the desperation in the air.

By morning the matriarch of the family had died, and a new Hakurei was to be appointed as well. Given that Gensokyo requires a Hakurei to function, her funeral and the ascension of her replacement–like with her predecessors–was of the utmost importance. Although I was not too close to that Hakurei, I attended the event as a Youkai. It was a short ceremony as I am sure you are familiar with, we the Youkai of Gensokyo were collected by the sages and seated in a great crowd behind curtains. Then the younger Hakurei came forth, unveiling herself from her chamber, waved her purification rod, said a few words, and the ceremony was done. At the time the only thing of note was the girl's–for I did not know her as Reimu yet–character: She was composed, extremely so, with flat and even intonation, no shudders, gasps, wails, cries of amusement, or stutter. It was a much finer display than the two Hakurei before her. The child was small and serious, with dull red-brown eyes and a face that looked like it had never smiled. In some aspects she reminded me of the meek girl from the Kirisame estate, others she didn't. Either way soon I was returned through a back door on the estate.

In the lull between the harvest moon and when the funeral would be held, I finally had a moment of rest. So, I set about examining the flashlight that the girl had created. It–like my own inventions–merged principals of outside world technology with magic. Although hers was more crude. The most interesting thing was a length of copper-like filament, easy to mistake for her untrained eye, but I was able to tell it was the legendaryHihi'irokane metal. I quickly replaced the wire with a copper one and implemented the filament into the invention of mine. After one more night of testing and working on it, it had finally taken the shape of the Mini-hakkero. Although it was an earlier iteration, the modern one had all of its metallic components replaced with Hihi'irokane. The most ingenious part of it were the mimic circuits, capable of recording and replaying magic that the device properly observed, a function inspired by my own ability.

I was not invited to the funeral, it has nothing to do with being a Youkai. I believe the old man simply wanted the affair to be private. The event was held swiftly and as silently as possible. I remember their small procession leaving the estate into the village, streets empty, windows shuttered, everyone waiting for the public announcement of the new Hakurei. Snow still clung to rooftops and the unseasonable chill had not left. I said nothing of course, and nothing was expected of me except for the manning of the store, but as the procession rounded the corner, I was joined by the girl.

"Mister," she said, tugged at the hem of my clothes. "I want to see her." Her eyes were wide and pleading. Perhaps it was my guilty conscience, but I assigned someone else to take my place, lied that I'd curse them if they left before I returned, and quickly found myself wrapped in warm clothes alongside the girl.

I did not want to be discovered, and thus I picked up the girl, carrying her as I drifted between alley to alley. Her tiny hands held onto me tightly. We arrived at the funeral's destination just in time, one of the village's small walled-off shrines. The mother's corpse was carried in a planquine-like thing, blocking her off from us and the white robed mourners who were led by the Kirisame patriarch. His shadow was cast long across the city streets as the procession stopped. The gates to the walled off shrine opened, and once the funeral procession had entered the grounds, they were closed off to the world and thus we were left standing in that alley with nothing to see.

I was distracted by the action and my own emotions, seeing that man who looked like he was walking off to his own execution. But it was a convenient opportunity, and so I drew the girl's attention and handed back her flash light, holding the Mini-hakkero in the folds of my cloak. "Here," I said, "I examined your tool, it's a rather ingenious little creation. You have great skill for someone your age."

The girl beamed, red stars in her eyes, she practically lit up the room as she took the flashlight from me. "Thank you," she said. At the time I assumed that was the end of it, but I do not regret my mistake.

We returned to the estate shortly after to await the family's return. The rest of the day was stiff and uncomfortable, any festivity that would be there that time of year had been drained. When I awoke in the morning, my device was gone and the youngest Kirisame with it. She did not return from the forest the next day, nor the day after that. Indeed, the next time I heard of her was from the new Hakurei, after I left the village and had made her acquaintance. Of course then the youngest daughter's hair had been dyed blonde by the Forest of Magic and she had made use of my project in her own ways.

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I hope this states your curiosity Miss Heida, although I do not know how valuable my testimony will be for the record. And to clarify, nothing here is intended to be a testament to anyone's character.

>>70629
As you can see, it's just a shallow retread of Holiday by Katherine Porter and Hellscreen by Ryūnosuke Akutagawa.

>>70630
not sure I can say "shallow" on the internet about fanfiction completely seriously

regardless, I respect the effort, >>70629 !

I recently had an idea for a quest, but I’m not entirely sure if it would work or not.

Here’s the premise: the OP would pose as someone who ends up in Gensokyo (specifically Muenzuka) and, for reasons that would be a spoiler, somehow gains access to this imageboard via their cell phone (no, they don’t have access to the rest of the internet).

They don’t understand anything and don’t know what Touhou is beyond knowing the name and conceptualizing it as “that bullet hell game.” Anon’s mission would be to try to get the OP out of Gensokyo alive, except it wouldn’t be that simple: because there’s something else going on in the background (an Incident in and of itself) that will make things like asking Reimu for help not a viable option.

Ideally, the OP (that is, me) would never break character and would try to be as consistent as possible with the premise. Anon should be creative in leveraging their knowledge of Touhou (and their ability to assess the information they think they know about the characters), give the OP good advice, and be considerate of their sanity. In general, use the few tools and allies Anon can help the OP obtain in the best way possible. Understand that the OP also has a personality and might refuse to do certain things.

The quest would have been permanent death but with plenty of leeway to get there, provided Anon doesn’t make the OP do something too stupid.

>>70633
The styling is, I think, fresh enough, but at the core it's still "get out of here to normality" story, and those I think simply cannot get far, among other things because any motivation protagonist has is negative. Character's lack of engagement with the surrounding world naturally translates with player's/players' lack of engagement and dropping of the whole thing in my experience.

Among other things, "leveraging [players'] knowledge of Touhou" could be interesting, but only if that meta-knowledge will turn out to be flawed. Naturally, if Gensokyo were to be "real", it would be "larger" (not quite in a geographic sense), deeper than any fictional work, which naturally means one must go beyond "canon" in writing fanfiction... but, er, not all writers seem to get this. Also, format like this depends on protagonist's character portrayal even more than usual. If he would be one more annoying American, it will be unreadable (well, to me, apparently some people like those).

>>70633
Sounds very difficult to write, other than that I echo the above post on all points except I'm fine with annoying americans in Gensokyo.
Gensokyo should bend to the will of annoying american tourists just like every other country on earth.

When I saw red-haired dullahan Marisa, I immediately had the idea that Sekibanki would have sent her daughter to live with her distant relatives while she goes to Gensokyo and makes sure it's a safe place to raise a daughter. This is how it started. I don't know when I'll write more of it.

Sekibanki was glad to be reunited with her daughter; that’s what she would tell everybody who asked. Because it was the truth, of course! However, she would be lying—and she would absolutely lie!—if she said she didn’t find the girl at least a little, kind of, very… extremely annoying.

“So den I says t’ him—I says, ‘If ya don’ like ‘avin’ warts, I’ll be happy to oblige!’ an’ so ‘e goes, ‘Yes! Please! I’ll do anyt’ing; jus’ turn me back!’” Marisa snapped her head towards her mother and pointed a finger up at her face from underneath her nose.

Sekibanki would have traded anything—almost anything—to go back in time and stop herself from giving her infant daughter to her Irish relatives.

”Anyt’ing but apologize! So I turn him into a frog instead! So ‘e says, ‘Hey! Dis ain’t any better!’ an’ so I say, ‘Well, maybe ye shoulda never taken dat dare, Caolán!’ an’ den I grab him by de leg an’ hold him over my snake’s cage,’—She mimed holding a frog over a terrarium—’but den Auntie came in an’ caught me! An’ so she roars, ‘Marisa, ye dimwit!’—She swung her fist in the air—’Ye can’t go feedin’ boys te snakes! Let ‘im go dis instant!’—She swung her hand out palm up—[/i]‘Course, de t’ing is, when she yelled at me, she spooked me outta m’ britches so hard I flung him out de window!’[/i]—She pointed both thumbs out the bus window beside her—So she sends me out to go look fer de soddin’ boy, but o’ course ‘e’s gone an’ run away in fright!—She threw her hands up—Well, hopped away, I suppose. Anyway, I’m lookin’ fer dis boy, an’ it’s gettin’ dark, an’ de whole time I’m t’inkin’ ‘Dis is so stupid; kids go missin’ all de time from fairies alone! Why should I be searchin’ fer a stupid witch-bot’erin’ kid?!’ I told ye how all de kids used t’ t’row rocks an’ de like at me, right?”

The older rokurokubi thanked her lucky stars when the driver calling out the last stop. “Marisa,” she interrupted, digging out her Japanese-English translation book. When she had the girl’s attention, she continued as quickly as she could. ”Uh… Bus stop… We go… walk… mountain… Errr… Gensokyo Meet… f-friends… Ehhh… Be good. …Good… Good manners!”

Marisa waved a hand dismissively. ”Oh, don’t you worry about any o’ dat! I’ll be polite as a pauper!”

>>70636
needs to be scottish instead
then have nessie in it
and demoman
and strong drink
and TOUHOUS WITH PIRATE HATS DOING PIRATE THINGS WITH NESSIE IN A NESSIE LAKE
and enough wordcount to rival subspace emissary fanfiction
actually scratch the stuff before, just pad the wordcount or nobody s gonna write it

>>70637
Scots isn't just English with an accent it's a different language.

>>70638
yeah but its ENGLISH and its DRUNK

>>70639
No it isn't, it's a different language.

>>70636
I wanted to say the accent is think enough that I can hear the bagpipes while reading.
But I don't know if bagpipes are just a Scottish thing or are also Irish.

This is the second time I've seen a Marisa of Irish heritage.

Neat!

>>70640
ok it mostly looks different but you can't tell me it's not drunk ok

Now that we're talking about it, I did have an idea about a spinoff of Redo/Reimu, taking place after the main story where Tsukasa was released from the statue after her ending. She would lose all her memory and start as a completely different fox, but some people would still secretly remember her past. Despite being a new person, she would have an innate talent on deceive and trickery, further worsening her reputation amongst other youkai. The main plot would be her trying to live a normal life while also discovering the truth about her past.

Didn't get to write it down because stories like this needs immense amount of planning to do satisfyingly. I would be interested if other people attempts to use such premise tho!

>>70644
What about something like Tsukasa gaining more and more control over the rock. So she can do things like hip around, scream at people, tempt people with promises she can't keep and in general be a little gremlin.

>>70644

I feel like absolutely nobody would be surprised if the fox turned out to be deceitful. Also, a worse reputation amongst youkai? Like, beyond her past self being a complete cunt?

Honestly, it can't get worse than that without her actively diving deeper. Deceit and trickery are part and parcel of being youkai, it wouldn't make them think worse of her. Humans, sure, but definitely not youkai.

The real ones she should worry about is that three-tailed Kitsune of the Yakumo, or the Eternal Dragon-Turtle of the Hakurei. Both disliked her on sight.

> Like, beyond her past self being a complete cunt?

Pretty much. Most youkai would still remember her past self, but they would keep it secret from her. Seeing her being deceitful would give them the idea that she hasn't really changed, thus treating her worse as Tsukasa would have no idea why.

> The real ones she should worry about is that three-tailed Kitsune of the Yakumo, or the Eternal Dragon-Turtle of the Hakurei

I imagine Ran would be the first to greet her when her confinement starts to crack, immediately greeting her as some sort of mother figure she can trust. This way she can monitor her development while also prevent her from going back to her past self. She would bring her to the family and they agree to prevent future problems, but a certain Kitsune's dislike towards the fox would still be apparent.

>>70647
Yeah, but that's a bit lame. Where the interpersonal conflict, the tension, wheres the plot?! If Ran does go forward at least Kosuzu and Reimu need to still dislike her! I don't think just Tsukasa getting out is a good enough hook, there needs to be something else, something external that might drag her in a bad direction.

>>70648

Kosuzu and Reimu would still dislike her, but they would keep it to themselves. Their acts would still subtly hint their hate towards her, like Reimu acting cold towards her or Kosuzu forcing herself to be nice around her. Tsukasa would notice this and start questioning them, but they would just dismiss her. Eventually the fox would start seeking the truth by herself and go on a quest to find out about her past, maybe meeting other evil youkai that would train her upon realizing her potential on trickery. The plot would be about her conflict to find her past while the Yakumo family actively try to prevent her from doing so.

> Where the interpersonal conflict, the tension, wheres the plot?!

I don't know!!! This is just a concept, go write them yourself!!!

>>70649
>I don't know!!! This is just a concept, go write them yourself!!!
Sorry, I don't take commissions.

I'm pretty sure this is comprehensible, I entered a non-caffiene induced fuege state, wrote, and edited this. Probably a one-shot for now but an entire outline also came to me in a dream. I think there's enough necessary exposition for people who haven't read JJK to make sense of this. I'm a bit tired right now.
Warning for abuse of human Daiyousei and Cirno.

"Cirno." Daiyousei muttered, hugging her sister closer to her.

Cirno and Daiyousei Hibana huddled close within their stone cell with its iron bars. They had broken through the wood one on their first day, but the guard outside had caught them. It just made everyone else angrier and Daiyousei hadn't been able to fight back when Cirno was out cold. There had been disappearances happening since either of them could remember, people who were called uncles, aunts, and grandparents despite only having a vague relation to the community. Their mother, who Daiyousei couldn't remember the face of. She didn't know if their mother's disappearance was why everyone hated them, she didn't know what they had done wrong. It made her tear up just thinking about How could they be responsible? Just because Cirno knew what 'Jujutsu Sorcery' was, didn't mean she did anything wrong. Cirno was her big sister, and a part of Daiyousei believed that if they just treated her nicely then they could all get along.

"It's okay, Dai, just follow my lead. You remember what I taught you?"

Daiyousei nodded, muttering under her breath as she shook. "Take a deep breath, feel the cursed energy, take it into your gut, breathe out, feel it move through you, wrap your body in a shell of cursed energy, circulate it through your brain, and activate your technique."

Cirno hugged her tighter. "Good. Just like I am."

Someone was outside the door, Daiyousei and Cirno had been tracking them by their breathing, straining their ears to hear over their own quick breaths.

Daiyousei nodded. Cirno had called her cursed Technique 'Perfect Freeze' and it allowed her to make things cold. Cold, the room was so cold that Daiyousei could see their breath in the air despite it being August, see fire-fly like sparkles and snowflakes in the air, so cold that every inch of the room was covered in a thing sheet of ice. It was so cold but Cirno said it was the only way to escape. Daiyousei rubbed her head against Cirno, wiping her tears on her sister's tattered rags. "I'm scared."

Cirno rubbed her head against Daiyousei's. "Good. That way you'll have more cursed energy and we can escape."

They could hear people approaching from outside. Daiyosei's ears prickled, there were three of them, two heavy set, all wearing boots. It was the woman and two men from last time.

Teary eyed Daiyousei nodded. She felt so guilty, their last escape had failed because of her, if she had been able to activate her Cursed Technique Cirno wouldn't have gotten hurt. She was feeling teary eyed, she didn't want to hurt people but Cirno had said it was the only way to escape now. Her breathing slowed, evening out. Cirno hadn't blamed her, she hadn't said anything mean about her ever in her entire life. She'd make sure they could escape. It was their only chance, they didn't know what she could do and she didn't know what they'd do to them if they stayed. She didn't want to know.

The woman's keys were jingling. She always struggled to find the right one, even after days of practice.

"I'm ready."

Cirno nodded and buried her head in the crook of Daiyousei's neck. Then, the door opened with a tortiously long creek as the woman peered inside, her one hateful eye staring through the crack. Daiyousei held her gaze, and swallowed the fear in the back of her throat.

The woman slammed the door open, shattering the ice with a thud. Daiyousei flinched, holding down her cursed energy, forcing herself to not use her cursed technique in a panic. The three stood there in the entrance, the bright light of the full moon turning into silhouettes as they entered, cracking the ice beneath their feet.

"Now–"

Daiyousei ignored the woman, focusing on the cell and the door beyond. She breathed in. Their cell was three meters long and two meters wide with a two centimeter gap between the cell bars. She breathed out, surrounding her and Cirno in a shell of cursed energy. The woman was still talking. The door was four meters away. One of the men grabbed it to slam it shut. She needed to move them five meters for them to have enough clearance to escape.

The man began to shut the door, and–

–Warm. Daiyousei was warm, the cold leaving her in an instant as she and Cirno appeared on the other side of the door. Cirno sprung into motion, a bat made out of ice appearing in her hand as the door slammed shut behind them. The guard beside the door barely had time to react as Cirno's bat slammed into his crotch.

The man screamed but Daiyousei held strong, holding tight to Cirno as she looked down the street. On either side were dilapidated rural houses, a few villagers were milling around, turning to see what the commotion was about. At the end of the street was an incline.

Daiyousei teleported again. They were at the end of the street. Several villagers screamed, they were looking down the incline. There was a forest below, a thin dirt road cutting through it, leading away from the village.

She teleported them again. They were at the base of the stairs now. Even if their legs were short Cirno had assured here they wouldn't be fast enough with the stairs and the head start they had on them.

A second later her legs buckled as exhaustion hit her. Cirno took it in stride, holding onto Daiyousei tightly as she pushed off the ground. She could hear voices behind them. Her vision was blurry with tears, everything hurt but at least she wasn't cold anymore. She pushed off the ground as well, one food after another as hard and as fast as she could.

They ran, they were running. Daiyousei realized she was smiling, they were free!

Free and breathing heavily. Only when they slowed down and the voices behind them had quieted down, was she able to make out their surroundings.

They were in the forest, the dirt road disappeared into nothing behind them and into the horizon in front. The thick foliage above blocked out most of the moonlight, shrouding them in darkness. Daiyousei felt exhausted. She assured herself it was okay, she and Cirno had been in the dark for days now and if she squinted she could still see in front of them. At the very least she could make out the trees that surrounded them, standing tall, judging them.

"Cirno! Cirno!" She was laughing. "Cirno!" She hugged her sister, really hugged her. Cirno reciprocated, laughing. They laughed and laughed, dancing, tumbling until they fell over. Daiyousei grunted as she hit the ground but she didn't care. They rolled to the side, hitting the base of a tree softly.

Cirno pushed off the ground first, offering a hand to Daiyousei. "Come on, let's go!"

Daiyousei took it, exclaiming as Cirno pulled her to her feet and let ago, almost falling over again but righting herself. Cirno began trotting ahead as Daiyousei took a moment to wipe the dirt off her tattered dress, then she ran after her sister. When she caught up, breathlessly she asked: "Cirno, how long is the road?"

"A kilometer."

She tilted her head, feeling worry over her exhaustion. "How long is that?"

"A thousand meters."

Daiyosei froze. That was–she hesitated looking towards her fingers to count–like two hundred and fifty prions cells. She felt her heart drop. "Okay."

Cirno turned around, beckoning her to follow. "Don't be sad, it's only a couple minutes."

Daiyousei nodded and trotted after her again. Both girls soon slowed to a walk.. She wasn't good with time, but she hoped that the villagers were still far behind. Her bare feet were starting to hurt. She was so cold in the prison cell she hadn't noticed it, but walking was really hard without shoes. The ground was uneven and rocky.

"Cirno, I'm tired. My feet hurt."

"That's okay, use your cursed energy like I am. See." Cirno turned around and raised a foot before dropping it back down. "I'm reinforcing my feet with it so I can walk without shoes."

Daiyousei nodded, taking a moment to look down at her own feet and closed her eyes as she focused. She tried to imagine it in her head, Cursed energy wrapping around her feet, winding like yarn into a pair of socks like the old women of the village knitted. When she opened her eyes, her feet felt less sore, and the ground beneath them softer.

"You can do the same thing with all your muscles, reinforcement is the most basic form Cursed Energy manipulation."

Daiyousei nodded, even if the fuzziness in her head kept her from fully understanding what her older sister was saying. She looked side to side, the forest was dark and they'd get to the road soon, right? "Cirno?"

"Yes?"

"Where are we going?"

"To the road."

"After that?"

Cirno turned around hold a finger to her mouth, shushing her. "I'll tell you, but you can't tell anyone, okay?"

Daiyousei nodded. "Okay."

"We're looking for Heida. Don't tell anyone, it's a secret."

Daiyousei nodded, although once again she didn't know what Cirno meant. She reassured herself with the knowledge that her big sister always knew what to do. She was always so brave and smart, and she figured everything out on her own, and planned their escape. Daiyousei's breath slowed, and her heart calmed, the beating in her ear trailing off to make way for the pitter patter for her and Cirno's feet against the ground. Daiyosuei's ears strained and she frowned, when she was in the village she could hear the chirping of insects or the hoot of owls, but right now she couldn't hear anything.

Then, as a distant light shone in between the trees, a voice cut through the silence: "Hello?"

Cirno and Daiyousei froze. "Hello, is anyone there?"

Daiyousei sharply took a breath, just in time for Cirno to grab her and pull her beside a tree. Daiyousei swallowed her fear, feeling her heart rate accelerate again. All at once the light in the distance disappeared, blotted out along with all the moonlight by a wave of darkness.

"I know you're there." It was a girl's voice, sounding around the same age as both the sisters, but flat, slightly kind, and with an odd inhuman quality Daiyousei couldn't name.

Cirno put one hand against Daiyousei's chest, holding her against the tree as she gathered cursed energy in her free hand, summoning motes of ice.

"Come out. I don't bite."

Cirno tapped her fingers against Daiyousei, then raised them, readying a count down. Despite the darkness the sisters could keenly feel the other presence, casually floating down the path, her cursed energy a low scream as it suffused through the environment, growing denser the closer to her it was.Cirno turned her head around the corner, peering at the girl who answered her with a quiet sing-song:

"There you are."

Cirno clamped all her fingers down on Daiyousei and–

They appeared at the other side of the path as the girl–short, floating, blonde–lurch towards the space where they had been mere moments ago, her mouth enlarging for just a moment as she bit into the thin air.

Daiyousei's feet gave out from exhaustion, the strain from using her Cursed Technique hitting her. Cirno moved, a bat made out of ice exploding into her hands as she made a double handed swing at the monster.

The blonde girl turned swiping at Cirno but failing to hit her as the bat slammed into her side, sending her into the tree with a thud as the bat shattered into a hundred little pieces of ice. The blonde girl yowled, kicking off of the tree a beat later before Cirno's bat could re-form.

Cirno gasped as she was slammed into the floor, kicking dust into the air as the blonde girl's talons dug into her.

Daiyousei forced herself to her feet, swinging her weak, thin arms at the blonde girl with little to no effect. The girl raised her face to smile, red eyes and pearly white teeth gleaming in the darkness. She opened her mouth, stretching it wide as Daiyousei stepped back and Cirno gathered more ice. Then–

A fist slammed into her face with a flash of black. Rumia went flying, taking a chunk of Cirno with her as she skidded down the road, dirt and rocks sent flying as she formed a crater in the ground. All at once the artificial darkness disappeared, giving the two girls a clear view of their savior.

He was a tall teenager, blonde haired and blue eyed, dressed in a pitch black uniform with a golden button: seeming like a goliath to the two girls as he raised his smoking fist, the bandages around it smoking. "Step away from the kids."

Nanami flipped open his phone as he slammed onto the speed dial for his driver. He brought the phone to his ear before the dial tone finished. "I need you back here stat–yes–I have two girls here, bleeding, emaciated, malnutrition, look to be seven or eight. They survived a youkai attack." He slammed his phone shut before the man could answer.

He stood at the intersection between the desolate dearth road and the paved, lit, country road that shot through the mountains. He slammed his phone into his pocket, ignoring its buzzing as he reached down and picked up the bleeding blue haired girl. At her side the green haired one looked up at him with teary eyes. He nodded to her. "Everything is going to be okay now, do you understand?"

She nodded through sniffles. "Thank you mister."

He shook his head, his voice stern but caring. "Call me Nanami. You two are."

"I'm Daiyousei, and she's Cirno."

"Good, help will be here right away. If any youkai come close, I'll exorcize them just like I did to that one back there." He gestured back to the crater where the body of the blonde-haired youkai was still dissolving into raw Cursed Energy.

"Yes, Mister Nanami."

He nodded, forcing himself to hold still and not run a hand through his hair in stress. He didn't want to make the girl think she was the source of his discomfort. He had the dubious honor of receiving the most multi-day assignments out of any second-year student at Jujutsu High, already being a Grade 1 Sorcerer at his age and having unwisely imposed a Binding Vow on himself that restricted his cursed energy during the hours of nine in the morning to five in the after noon, in exchange for getting stronger for every hour worked over time. He bit back a sigh and looked at his watch, it was Ten O' Clock at night. He couldn't find it in himself to complain about all the long term assignments, it was his fault for making such a binding vow in the first place.

He just felt lucky he had gotten there in time to save the two girls.

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I'm responding to my own post since I got a good response from Gooboi on the discord server. But in summation I wanted to get better at writing crossovers that are more approachable from both fandoms and Gooboi gave me, what I'll surmise as three points.
1. Space out exposition, more about Cirno and Dai's past since there's already a lot of exposition about the mechanics since the mechanics are something I don't want to confuse someone on.
2. Make some sentences less wordy and flow better. A general problem I have
3. Bring attention to how weird and exclusive Cirno's knowledge is and how the villagers don't understand it. In essence, make clearer what is and isn't weird about the situation to the audience.
If anybody else has some thoughts I'd love to hear them. Also I crossposted this on ao3.