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The class stared at him for a moment. Then, the girls started screaming. Natsume just stared at the class and smiled gently. The guys were irritated. Nishimura and Kitamoto had a feeling that the new transfer student has something that did not allow anyone near him. "Okay, Natsume, you may sit there." the homeroom teacher pointed at the empty seat near the window on the right. Natsume walked up to the empty seat and stared at the empty seat. "Can you please move? This is my seat." he whispered. The class was wondering why he wasn't sitting down. "Is there a problem, Natsume?" said the homeroom teacher. Natsume looked up and smiled, "there isn't anything wrong. I'm sorry." Natsume sat down.
"He is weird," whispered Nishimura. "Shh!" warned Kitamoto.
Natsume glanced out of the window. In his eyes, everything that he could see, it was everything that people around him couldn't see. He knew. Whatever he did, no one will understand. No one noticed, how strange Natsume Takeshi was...yet. Kitamoto and Nishimura found out that Natsume was often alone and they felt that he was lonely. One day, they walked up to him, "Hi, Natsume!" they wished him. "Hi, Kitamoto, Nishimura." Natsume smiled back gently. "Why are you out here?" "Why can't we? You are really strange." said Nishimura.
-dead silence-
Nishimura and Kitamoto couldn't stand the environment. The situation was too heavy. They felt uncomfortable with such heavy silence. "Say, Natsume, why don't you become our friend?" said Nishimura. Natsume stared at him. Natsume couldn't believe him. "A friend?" "Yes, Natsume. Be our friend!" said Nishimura happily. "Well then, we have to get going. See ya tomorrow!" Kitamoto and Nishimura waved and smiled as they left for home. Natsume stayed at the same spot.
No one had ever held out to him. Everyone around him had always cursed his existence. They believed his family was cursed, and creepy. Everyone in his family died young. Natsume Takeshi was left alone in this cruel world. Natsume watched the breeze blew the grass. "Maybe having friends isn't so bad," he told himself. Behind him, was a dark shadow no one could see but him.
"Natsume, you said you wouldn't trust humans again, didn't you?" it whispered. "Go away, yokai! What I decide to do has nothing to do with you!" Natsume raced home and never turned back. The shadow was left dumbfounded. Never in its life a human who could see it, yet left it alone in this cruel world. The time of a yokai is different. Time passes so slowly that it could torture them. Loneliness could kill them. Natsume swore he would protect this town. The first time in his life, there are humans who willingly wanted to become friends with him. He swore he will protect them. Protect. Protect from what? Natsume feared the worst will come one day. The things he most worried at the back of his mind.
The Matoba Clan
"You seemed happy, Matoba," Nanase noticed. She brought him his documents. "Of course, Nanase. Can't you feel it?" said Matoba. "Of course." replied Nanase. "A strong power indeed has arrived. But I wonder where did the source of such powerful spiritual power comes from?" "Well...I wonder." said Matoba. He smirked as he glanced out of the window. "This is going to be interesting," Nanase finished piling the documents and left Matoba alone to his thoughts.
The one who owns such spiritual power, yet hidden and integrated among these common people should stand up and stand out. It's such a waste for it to be kept hidden. Is it a human? Of course it is. No yokai would have such spiritual power. Did the human had a traumatic background that tied him? Well...we will meet soon. Fate will bring us together.