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"Manju~Manju! ~" The cat sang happily as he latched himself on the sandy hair boy shoulder who was chuckling at the comical sight.

"Sensei….We have to buy the groceries that Touko-san tasked me to do first" He gently reprimanded the cat.
Nyanko-sensei pouted slightly upon hearing that. A dark cloud loomed over its head and it sigh dramatically. Natsume chuckled when he saw that but he grew silently quickly as thoughts ran through his mind.

The vast blue skies tinged with violent loomed above the two and early-morning frost greeted them in a show of lacy white of snow that was scattered on the ground.

The cold wind gently blew and ripple through Natsume dusty blond hair. A small hill laid on the side of the concrete road, filled with trees that were nearly bare, tinged with white, the leaves scattered on the earth.

Usually Natsume would take notice of the changes in the seasons, which would be taken into his golden orbs with delight but Natsume was distracted with questions that ran fervently in his mind. He walked slowly on the hard concrete road, his footsteps was the only sound that echoes in the silence that hung between the two.

"Still thinking about Hinoe words?"
"Yeah…"

"Do you think she's referring to Tanuma and Taki?" Worry was evident in Natsume eyes.

"I don't think so"

"Eh?"

"Well Tanuma can't really see, can he? Taki can only see us when we stepped into her circle. How can they defend the middle class spirits if they can't even see them? They wouldn't know that they are under attack either." The cat yawned lazily and urged Natsume to move on to buy his favourite food.

Natsume gave a sigh of relief. He got really worried when he thought that his friends got involved. Even though the spirits were harmless in this incident if they were the ones that helped, they might get hurt in the next attempt.

Now that he knows his friends are not involved, he got curious. Who protected the middle class spirits? Like Nyanko-Sensei said, to protect the spirits, they must able to know that it was under attack. But if they could see, why did they ignore Hinoe?

Why?

"Oi Natsume"

Natsume snapped his head up when he felt the cat pudgy paws on his face.

"Wha- Ouch! Stop slapping me with your paws!"

"O-Oi, do you think that boy going stop running?"

"Huh?" Natsume turned his head to the direction Nyanko-Sensei was pointing at.

A boy ran down the hill, his onyx hair whipped away from his face, showing his black eyes that were filled with fear.

"E-Eh... Eh?!"

"Oi Natsume! What are you standing around here for! Watch out!"

"ARHHHHHH!"

"ARHHHHHH!"

"OOF!" The boy running slammed into Natsume, the both of them landing on their butt.

"Watch where you are going boy!" Nyanko-Sensei hissed angrily

"Sorry…ouch..." Pain flashed down his back, causing the boy to cringe and gave a sigh.

Natsume rubbed his head and got a closer look at the boy. He looks around 15 to 16 years old. A long black coat hung on his small frame and fingerless black leather gloves wrapped around his hands. His face glisten with sweat and fear hung around him like a perfume.

"Stand back" The boy stood in front of Natsume , his eyes narrowed with concentration and his left hand gripping several pieces of paper with illegible words scrawled on it , his right hands holding a small white bottle adorned with blue swirls.

Natsume stood up shakily, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, a loud roar filled with hatred echoes in the air, causing Natsume to flinch and Nyanko-Sensei bristled.

A dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of the boy and loomed above them. It was several feet higher than them, and there were pale marsh lights burning where you would expect to see eyes, and the fetid stench of carrion rolled off it.

Slowly, the boy stretch out his left arm and pointed the papers at the spirit and held the small bottle aloft, crying out a chant, his eyes closed in concentration.

The spirit flinched, and fell backwards, trying to escape. Alas, it was too late and it was soon sucked into the small bottle.

Natsume eyes were wide in shock and the cat beside narrowed its eyes at the boy. The same question ran through their brain as they watch the boy plugged the bottle.

An exorcist?!

Since young, I've been able to see strange things. The things I see are probably what other people call "Spirits"