This is my first fan-fiction.
Disclaimer: Natsume Yuujinchou belongs to Midorikawa Yuki.
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It was coming. A huge shadow filled with despair and sadness slid silently and carefully across the old wooden hallway. It stopped in front of a shoji door. The door was opened without a single sound – and in front of it, a small, prone body of a boy exhaustedly sleeping –
It had come.
It had come for Natsume Takashi.
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"Ah! There!" Tanuma pointed, clutching his head. Natsume, with Nyanko-sensei and Natori-san, raced off to the place Tanuma was pointing at.
There recently had been a quite powerful ayakashi on the loose who was killing other ayakashi in grotesque ways. And when a little crying ayakashi showed him a decapitated head of his friend, Natsume couldn't help but agree to the little ayakashi's desperate plea. That plea was, of course, to please kill the ayakashi on the loose. However, since Natsume couldn't kill the ayakashi, he had reluctantly called Natori, who could seal it. Tanuma had just been on his way to Yatsuhara when Natsume and Natori burst out of the trees. He had demanded an explanation, and eventually, Tanuma was a part of the ayakashi-sealing plan.
It was a cold winter day, and Natsume could see his white puffy breaths in the air. He ran carefully, avoiding the snow-covered trees of the mountain. He felt it too, the sinister force of the evil ayakashi.
"Natsume! Take this." Natori, who was running beside him, gave him a small sealing pot. "Remember the plan, all right?" "Okay!"
Natsume could feel the butterflies fluttering inside his stomach, but he held onto the pot tightly. And suddenly, they had to stop.
They were in the shores of a huge, frozen lake, and at the end of the lake, the back of a huge ayakashi was visible. The ayakashi seemed like a shadow, formed of black mist, but red blood was dripping, plink plunk, off from him to the clear ice. But that wasn't what caught Natsume's attention. It was the massacre. Bloody corpses of ayakashi were strewn around the huge ayakashi. The sounds of an ayakashi being torn apart were still echoing through the air. It was a massacre. It was a blood bath. It was…cruel.
Nyanko-sensei scowled. "That one's gonna be a hard nut to crack."
Natori scowled with him. "The plan's not going to work."
The plan was for Tanuma, with the best spiritual energy sensitivity, to pinpoint the ayakashi's location, and then Natsume would lure it to where Natori was waiting, as always. Tanuma would stay out of danger in the trees. But in this situation, the ayakashi was too absorbed in his gruesome work to care about Natsume.
At least, that was what Natori thought.
