Lives are snowflakes - unique in detail, forming patterns we have seen before. But never the same.
-Neil Gaiman
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"Yo," a bright voice dropped in from above, and Natsume flinched, narrowing his eyes and frantically trying to find the source of the voice by studying the tree. Before he can decide if he wants to run or continue searching, there's a soft rustle and with a faint, bright chime of bells, a figure drops down to land in an easy crouch.
"Uwah!"
"Get back Natsume!"
"Good morning," the female says cheerfully, ignoring Nyanko-sensei silent survey and Natsume wariness.
"What do you want with us, Wakatsuki?"
The female—on the shorter side of average height—is clad in a sky-blue jumper that reaches mid-thigh, a pair of dove-grey shorts peeking out with black leggings that cover her legs all the way to her feet that was placed snugly in black ballet flats. But the eyes.
Those pair of grey eyes that flashes new-leaf-green before turning back to steel grey captivates him.
And her hair is a dark raven black. It's pulled up in a messy bun at the back of her head fixed with a pair of hair-sticks with needle-sharp points and a string of golden bells on them. What shoulder-length locks that manages to fall free is let loose, wind weaving among it.
"Isn't Natori with you guys? And it's Miyuki." She drops gracefully to the ground, crossing her legs as she goes, and settles comfortably in the grass on the side of the road, pressing her fingertips together - a contemplative gesture.
"N-No Miyuki-San." The cat snort before leaping out of Natsume hold and onto the ground, waddling towards her.
"So, what is it that you want with us, spit it out." The cat gaze grew sharp, his voice tinged with visible impatience.
"Well, I have some questions for him, that's all." She offers a placid smile.
Natsume blinked and blinked again.
Questions?
"Hmph! We have no obligation to answer any of it!" The white beast said scornfully before his attention was grasped by a butterfly, bouncing away from the two.
And he said he was my bodyguard Natsume mused with amusement.
"So, what would you like to know, Miyuki-san?"
"Miyuki is fine." The woman smiles, dark hair covering the intentions in her eyes.
Silence hung in the air which Natsume took the opportunity to observe the 'Miyuki-Sama' that Natori had told him.
She's an enigma. He faintly recalls Natori-san saying something like this.
As someone who was raised to be the head of an exorcist clan and the council, you would think that she would be more 'Matoba-like'.
But… I think you and her…you two… she's like you Natsume.
You two are alike
Natsume tilt his head slightly.
Like…me?
"What's wrong?" Her voice draws his attention to her.
"U-Um, nothing…" The boy forcefully tears his gaze away from those pair of new-leaf-green orbs before grey slowly seeps in
"Would you like to join our clan?"
Natsume snapped his gaze towards the female who was he thought was wearing a puzzling face. Old eyes, a certain curl to her smile; all of it screams of nostalgia.
"Why?"
"Hmm… I guess it's because of Matoba."
"Eh?" Natsume tried to push away the feeling of fear down, flickering and frothing at the edge of his mind.
She laughs, striking the air like bells.
"No need to be alarmed. It's just a precaution. I'm sure you know of Matoba dislike for your… attitude?" She inclined her head to the side, trying to think of a better word to describe it.
"Well, he's been bringing your thoughts up during meetings and is asking us for permission to bring you under his wing," Miyuki chuckle at Natsume horrified expression, "which I refuse to do so until I've met, talk and spend some time with you."
She grins, the sly-sharp twist of it in full view.
"You should have seen his expression," she snickered, "I wanted to take a picture of it so that I can blow it up and frame it in the meeting room but I was too slow."
Natsume visibly sweatdropped.
We are alike?