Title: His Pastime
Summary: Because the time already stopped for Madara.
A/N: Have never read the manga, have only watched the anime. This author assures you this drabble was only a product of imagination.
Disclaimer: Natsume Yuujinchou is not mine.
"It's time for you to find a way to pass time, again, sensei."
He would never forget those joyful yet apologetic eyes or that meaningful smile. His body wanted to tremble. From anger? From anxiety? From sadness? From loneliness? Or maybe, from happiness? He would never know, because after all, he's an ayakashi. And ayakashis were not supposed to have these feelings.
He returned to his original form. His lips pursed. He forced a smug grin on his face. Wait, forced? "Hmp! You thought you actually served a pastime for me? Ha! Don't think highly of yourself, Natsume. You make me laugh." Spoken with the same arrogant voice, yet his throat didn't feel good for some reason.
He heard a light chuckle. "I know. I understand." A tap on his head. "Sorry. But I'm really thankful I met you guys. Thank you." The simple tap became pet.
It really was never good to get involved with humans. "You're being creepy, aho."
A smile was given to him. The petting hand slowed. "..Hm.."
If only time would stop, it was the wish everyone had at that moment.
The petting hand stopped. No. "I'm really sorry."
He stared at him, frozen. No.
Sharp, shaky intakes of breath were heard. Others trembled. Others wept silently, others wailed loudly.
Yet when the door was opened by a relative, none but a dead body was seen.
If only you could have stayed with us. If only yours was not an instant, but a forever..
Madara produced a bitter smile (not that he could understand his feelings, nor would admit it) as he remembered what Natsume Takashi once said: "There are things you can't have no matter how much you want them. So it's easier to just forget about them. Right, sensei?"
He only had one answer.
No, it was not easy. It will never be easy – reaching things you can't nor forgetting about them – not when you already had them, but like water that would slip out of your grip no matter how hard you hold them.
~ OWARI ~
A/N: Thanks for reading~ Please lemme know what you think 3 - Mi