Two things surprised Touma that morning. Well, three if you counted the whole "friend transformation" thing: One, McDonalds surprisingly had delivery service for their food, and two, Natsume had just eaten three sausage McMuffins, half a pound of rice, and seven eggs. She wasn't kidding when she said she was hungry.
He decided to have her eat at his home so she wouldn't be seen in her state and he could have more tools and research at his disposal. Touma mentally patted himself on the back for making that decision as he saw how his friend was eating her seventh egg.
Most humans bit off a piece, chew about thirty four to fourty eight times, and swallowed. Natsume took out the middle man by biting off a piece and pulling the whole thing down. He surprised she hadn't choked already. He observed a few things from this action: one, her throat seemed for flexible and bulged more than it should have when she swallowed; two, her canines had gotten larger and sharper than they would normally be; and three, she could stomach more food than she usually could.
Though disgusting, it gave him a few more pieces of information on what she could be. So far, all resources had told him she was turning into a were beast. This didn't really make sense as the sun was rising and yet she still acted like a wolf or some other dog-like animal.
"This is hopeless, Whisper," Touma said. His forehead was being cradled by his hands as the light of his laptop brightened his dark room.
"First of all Touma, open a curtain or something. You're going to make yourself blind,"
the ghost butler grabbed a handle of the blinds and opened them, filling the room with a harsh orange glow. Touma hissed in protest and put his white comforter over his head.
"Second of all, you shouldn't give up now. I have found something very interesting should shed some light on this situation,".
Touma's ears perked up and he scooted over to Whisper's side. He pulled out his pad and gave it to Touma to look at.
It was an article on Wiki-like website. The title stated the main topic: Yokai-Human Hybrids.
"Wait, you're saying Natsume is a-"
"Keep reading,"
Skimming through the article, Touma gathered that hybrids were pretty rare. The only way for them to exist was if a yokai and human had successful intercourse (he felt weird reading that) and even then it was a one is five hundred chance it would happen.
It varied when the children would show their yokai side,but it was usually from birth or at... puberty.
"Sweet Mary, Jesus, and Joseph,"
"That's how I felt, too,"
"Should we tell her, Touma? I mean, this is some life shattering inform-"
Whisper cut himself off as he noticed the preteen missing from his place.
Floating out of the room and into the bedroom and into the living room-kitchen hybrid showed the scene he feared.
Touma was standing beside the marble counter, across from Natsume. There were a few cracked eggshells beside her, emptied of their contents. One was in her hand, untouched now as her body was frozen in shock, pupils as tiny as pinpricks.
Whisper wanted to say a lot of things. He wanted berate Touma for his suicidal candidness. He wanted to console Natsume after this reveal.
But, instead he said,
"You're eating raw eggs?".
A/N: Short chapter, but I hope you still like it.