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dragon-stream:

“Ha! Tools do not need special treatment.” 

Yamato laughed, putting his hands into his pockets. This golden haired boy was unique, unlike any other demon user he’d ever seen. To treat them as friends, as someting to be treat with a humane sort of attitude… Very interesting indeed. He approached him, a light smile of sorts on his face. 

“Then, may I ask, how do you regard these demons? From what I’ve seen, you treat them as friends. They are, in essence, monsters, aren’t they? They deceive you, they attempt to hurt you, and yet you still treat them nicely?” 

Yamato turned around, and mused, “or, does somehow treating them like friends actually work?”

The thought was personally unfathomable to Yamato. For a man who didn’t know what actions or what bonds leveled up to friendship even to a plain human, to a demon was laughable. Oh, he could see the naivety in this young man already, but he was interesting, interesting indeed. Yamato gave a curt bow. “My name is Yamato Hotsuin, chief of JP’s. What may your name be?”

“They’re not tools!” His voice had come out a little louder than expected. Natsume flinched, before repeating quietly. “They’re not tools.” 

Yamato distinctly reminded him of Matoba-san… whom Natsume didn’t get along with very well. Would his relationship prove to be the same with the young man in front of him? He sincerely hoped not. 

“They… not all of them are like that.” It was true. While there were those that liked to hurt people, there were also others that didn’t. Those that felt that empty loneliness Natsume was no stranger to. Humans and youkai weren’t so different. He wondered why it was so difficult for others to see that. “Youkai… they’re not so different from us. They’re not monsters, like you say. I know this may sound hard to believe, but they can feel, too. They each have their own stories and their own problems. Not all of them are as bad as you make them out to be.” 

Natsume’s lips curled into a frown, hands clenched tightly to his sides.

“…Natsume Takashi,” he said eventually, also bowing. He wasn’t sure if he really liked Yamato all that much; Natsume didn’t like people who looked at ayakashi in such a way—as if they were beneath them.   

(Source: notreiko)

cakeobsessed:

His words caused her to pause in whatever it was she was doing - Which was tugging off her shoes. Without a word, she finished just that, before getting up onto her feet and padding over to Natsume’s side, sitting besides him. Her feet soon disappeared into the cold water, fingers rubbing at her arms. “..Haru really doesn’t know whether what she has been told or not is the truth.” She gave a small shrug, eyes glancing down to the small fish who swam around her legs curiously.

“Shes been living here for so long, that she forgot about it, but..” Trailing off, she hesitated, glancing over at the male out of the corner of her eye. “From what Haru was told, our own worlds will cease to exist soon. That’s why Sophia-sama brought us here, brought you to Arcadios. To be saved.” Her feet wiggling under the water caused the fish to flee away, a small smile tugging the corners of her lips. “If you have loved ones from home, they will be sent here sooner or later.” She added this bit of information, hopefully, to reassure the other. It was true, anyways.

A part of the brunette had come to accept that she would never see her father again. She was sad, but time had helped heal that. One of her fingers pressed over her stomach, where the long jagged scar was, lips pursed. Letting out a sigh, she lolled her head to one side, staring into the water in though. “Haru never really liked this place in the beginning. She was scared, and she cried so many times. But..she made friends, made lots of memories, and went through painful incidents that changed and left scars on her.” There was a slight twitch of her fingers from where it was resting, before she pulled it away.

Leaning over, she cupped some water, letting it trickle through the cracks. Wiggling her wet fingers, a pout appeared on her face, breaking the somewhat thick atmosphere. “I wish Arcadios hadn’t just switched how it looked though. The huts are okay, but the room I had before the change was something I would of wished was kept the same.”

Oh well, she could live with what she had for now. Shes been doing that for a while now.

Natsume had been listening as attentively as possible, hands clenched tightly on his shirt as brown eyes focused almost desperately on the sparkling surface of the water.

His brain was in turmoil. The fact that he was in a world quite far from his own was one very clear to him (obvious, more like), but no one had ever told him about it being destroyed.

Nishimura, Kitamoto, Taki, the Fujiwaras… all the youkai he had befriended. Were they all gone as well? The thought was terrifying. He’d finally found a place where he belonged—a home where he belonged—only to have it ripped away from him. What hurt the most though, was that as hard as he tried to protect them from all the dangers that came with involving yourself with Natsume Takashi… he hadn’t been able to in the end, when it, ironically, didn’t have anything to do with ayakashi. In this case, he was completely powerless.

The boy clenched his hands tightly on the ground; they were shaking. Maybe this was how Tanuma felt whenever he wanted to help Natsume, but couldn’t? A sick feeling settled in his gut. It was that same helpless feeling he’d had that time his sight had disappeared. When he couldn’t see Nyanko-sensei, even when he’d been right in front of him the entire time.

He hadn’t realized then that losing his sight… was actually really scary.

“So… they’re not… dead?” he asked hoarsely. Haru’s statement had only made him feel a little better. There was no guarantee that they would appear, or when. And, to be honest, the last thing he wanted was for his loved ones to end up in Arcadios. The danger here, as compared to the normalcy of Earth, was incomparable. Because if they somehow did make it to the island, Natsume would eventually have to explain the entirety of their situation… and that included his ability to see spirits. Which he’d never wanted to reveal in the first place. 

His posture was still tense, mind still reeling in painful emotions, but that didn’t stop him from listening. “You’ve been through a lot,” he said gently. She sounded a lot like him. It was odd; he’d never had anyone who related to him quite like this. There were others who had the sight, but they’d never really seen things the same way. “I… I know how you feel. It’s hard. It’s really hard. But things will always get better.”

And they did get better. Natsume supposed that things would get better this time around as well. He hoped so, believed so.

“How it was before?” The boy turned to her inquisitively, slightly relieved to be rid off the heavy atmosphere. “What do you mean?” 

(Source: notreiko)

requiemofsunshineandrainbows:

“For What Need Do You Require A Bodyguard”

More importantly- what guarding could such an easily despiseable cat do? He didn’t look fit enough to hunt down a fly.

“And Surely There Are Others Much More Capable Of The Business”

The boy blinked, unsure of what to say. He couldn’t exactly say that he’d been costantly chased around by vengeful spirits who wanted a book in his possession able to bend them entirely to his will? 

Or, well, he could say that—and probably be thought completely insane. Then again, Kanaya had already heard sensei speak, so maybe she’d believe him?

He shook his head, a nervous smile twitching at his lips. “I get into a lot of trouble,” he opted simply. Natsume probably didn’t look the type, but it was technically true. “Sensei… well, he can be like this sometimes…” He cast a look at the fat cat, who had proceeded to ignore the two and began swatting a paw at a passing butterfly. “But he’s actually really competent.” 

(Source: notreiko)