Why aren't people raising me

"Am I ugly?"

After saying this, Natsume Masaharu denied it himself, "No, when I saw myself in the river for the first time, I realized that I was very handsome."

Darryl: "...you really have no shame at all."

Masaharu Natsume emphasized with her, "I'm just telling the truth."

Natsume Takashi ran away, but Masaharu didn't catch up for a while, the other party was afraid of him, which made him a little bit disappointed,

"Did he discover something...for example, that I'm a monster?"

This is very possible.

"Then did I scare him, or don't look for him yet." Natsume Masaharu quietly put the schoolbag back on his desk, the children were changing their sportswear in the locker room, and there was no one in the classroom for the time being.

"Why don't you go to him?" Darryl realized that he still couldn't understand many human behaviors, "Just grab him by the collar and let him listen to you?"

Natsume Masaharu looked at her as if he was looking at a hopeless idiot, "If I go over, won't I cause him trouble?"

"Ah, ah?"

"Darryl, obviously you are also an invisible existence of human beings, why don't you have a deep self-awareness?"

Natsume Masaharu lowered his eyes, the children's chatter was getting closer, he opened the window,

"He is influenced by me and will be regarded as a bad boy who behaves strangely."

And that child hasn't even learned how to distinguish between humans and monsters, the vigilance and shrinking that are almost integrated into the bone marrow, the wandering eyes, and the dodging behavior, everywhere tell Yazhi how much he is troubled by these unique eyes.

"He probably doesn't like creatures like us..."

Natsume Masaharu murmured,

"But...it doesn't seem to be annoying either."

What an unexpected, gentle child.

The schoolbag was returned to him, and he also met a human being who could see monsters. Natsume Masaharu carefully wrote down his name tag and location, and went to the subway station to catch the evening rush hour.

As he expected, there were really a lot of people in the subway station, much more than Natsume Masaharu imagined. He huddled on the ceiling, afraid that he would be touched by humans if he didn't pay attention, but if he stayed on the ground, he would definitely be crowded by this person The pomp of everyone paving the ground was submerged.

"Didn't I squeeze the subway, why do I have no impression of this kind of scene." Natsume Masaharu scratched his hair, "There are too many people..."

Although people are quiet and orderly, they even move fast.

Masaharu Natsume concentrated on observing the time of their deaths. Fortunately, none of the hundreds of people died recently.

"The most recent one is half a month later..."

Masaharu Natsume fluttered with that person, feeling that his state was a bit funny, "Why do you feel like I'm a ghost behind the scenes?"

Darryl: "Then I'm the spirit behind the spirit, that's bad luck."

***

Natsume Takashi cautiously walked out of the school gate, holding the strap of his schoolbag, hiding his gaze in a not-so-skillful way, and looking around.

No, nothing suspicious.

Has the white-haired monster left?

Natsume Takashi heaved a sigh of relief, shrank his fingertips, and immediately felt the touch of a cloth bag on his skin, making Natsume Takashi think of——

He helped me get back my schoolbag, isn't it a bad monster?

... Am I being rude?

However, as soon as he had this idea, he shook his head and warned himself, no, you can't trust those guys casually!

When he got to a place where no one was around, Natsume Takashi suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind. The sound seemed to appear out of nowhere, like someone falling from mid-air...

Thinking of this, Natsume Takashi immediately turned his head, and then ran up with a scream.

Natsume Masaharu was following behind him.

He pinpointed the time for Natsume Takashi to leave school, and floated behind the child all the way. Masaharu thought about communicating with him when there was no one else, but the child ran away again.

"Hey!" Of course Natsume Masaharu would not let him go so easily, he sneaked up to Natsume Takashi, "I won't eat you again, don't be so afraid of me."

But Natsume Takashi, who was terrified, put the sound in his left ear and out his right ear. Seeing that the road was blocked, he immediately turned around and continued running.

Masaharu got on his heels, but Natsume Takashi slid and turned, his figure was extremely vigorous.

"... Huh."

Yazhi scratched his hair, "Is his physical fitness so good?"

Two minutes later, Takashi Natsume ran into a remote and narrow alley, and Masaharu followed him, saying while running, "Why do you see monsters? Can everyone in your family see monsters? Is this hereditary? Could it be that your family's occupation is to eliminate demons?"

He chattered, "I mean no ill will to you, how about I tell you my name?"

"Hey!" Darryl was anxious, "How can you tell him the name, isn't the name of the monster not random!"

Natsume Masaharu looked at her and blinked knowingly.

Darryl: "..."

Darryl had a rare moment of cleverness, "Oh! You only told him half his name."

But Takashi Natsume didn't know the importance of the Yokai's name, and he didn't need it.

He stumbled and ran in the alley, and suddenly tripped over the extending water pipe.

"Hey!" Natsume Masaharu almost reached out to help him.

The boy lay on the ground and slid half a meter away, trembling with pain, tears welling from the corners of his eyes, I don't know if it was because of despair or pain,

The moment of the impact was extremely painful, Natsume Takashi didn't recover for a long time, he regained some strength, and shouted to Masaharu sternly,

"You, don't come here!"

It's still the same as the soft child's voice when approaching, but it's full of vibrato and fear, emotions that Natsume Masaharu doesn't like.

"I won't go, don't be afraid..."

The soothing effect of pure words was not enough, Natsume Masaharu took a step back, and then took another step back, following his movements, Natsume Takashi's mood seemed to calm down a bit.

"I won't touch you, really..."

Natsume Takashi stared at him closely, tried to stand up, but his knees went limp, he let out a cry of pain, and couldn't help curling up his legs.

Natsume Masaharu couldn't help taking a step forward, "Are you okay?"

Takashi Natsume clenched his lips and tried again. This time he carefully placed his weight on his left foot, and he successfully stood up while supporting the wall.

"Your right leg is injured..."

Natsume Masaharu said worriedly, "Don't run away, I have no malice towards you, sorry, I scared you."

Probably because of exhaustion, Natsume Takashi finally stopped hearing the wind, and entered the clear voice of the white-haired boy.

He glanced back at Natsume Masaharu, "Why do you have to follow me, it's not that I want to see you, I'll pretend I didn't see anything..."

"What do you want? Do you have any wishes? I can try my best to satisfy you, but you...can you stop following me."

Masaharu was a little moved by such a resisting gesture, and he felt withdrawn, so he said in frustration, "I'm sorry... because I have never talked to a human being."

It is the most regrettable thing in Masaharu's heart that he has the appearance of a human being, but he has never chatted with the race.

But just chasing a child like this... It's a bit of a mess, I'm causing him trouble.

Masaharu Natsume said sorry many times.

The brown-haired boy seemed a little unbearable. He thought of the cunning and uncontrollable monster, but his senses told him intuitively that the white-haired monster in front of him was different. He had a warm aura penetrated by the sun.

"I lived in the mountains since I was a child, and no human being can see me, so I'm a little curious... I just want to chat with you, if you don't like it, I won't follow you anymore."

Masaharu Natsume explained to him,

"It was not my intention to bother you."

"You're hurt, are you okay?"

Such a slender thoughtfulness.

Natsume Takashi's eyelids trembled, and in the end he just replied in a low voice, "I'm fine." These words were meant to be comforting.

"I'm going home, you should go home too."

"I'll send you off, your foot is hurt, it may be very inconvenient."

Natsume Takashi glared at him,

Yazhi immediately understood his concerns, "Although I know where you live, I won't do anything..." He whispered, but the voice could be heard by another person in the dark alley, "Anyway, if I want to find you , there are plenty of ways, unless you don’t come to school anymore.”

The air was quiet for three seconds, Natsume Takashi turned and left.

This was a signal of refusal and acquiescence, Natsume Masaharu quietly followed behind him, watching the child walk out of the alley steadily.

After he walked out of the alley, his body seemed to froze for a moment, and he looked around in a daze.

Yazhi didn't feel anything wrong, "What's wrong?"

Natsume Takashi ignored him and walked straight.

"Tsk tsk tsk, how pitiful, you will be hated one day." Darryl gloated, "I'm used to seeing you with so many stars, but now you are so downcast that you have nothing to do with a brat."

Hiss, this god of death speaks really badly.

Natsume Masaharu glanced at her, speaking rashly would scare Natsume Takashi who couldn't see the god of death, so he shut his mouth and didn't hate her.

But he seems to refute her: I am not disliked by this child.

Rather, Natsume Takashi is a somewhat precocious, somewhat autistic, but very gentle child.

Even though he was chased and injured, he didn't sharply tell the expectant Masaji to go away.

Natsume Takashi still looked back from time to time to see if Masaharu was still there.This behavior seems not to be vigilant, but to seek a certain sense of security.

Over time, the pain from the wound increased.

He gradually limped, walked more and more strenuously, and unknowingly hurt profusely.

"Don't move." Yazhi said, "You fell hard, and you may be swollen now."

"I'm going home before dinner."

"Call your parents to pick you up."

"..." Takashi Natsume pursed his lips, "My parents passed away."

Natsume Masaharu was stunned.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and a slightly cool wind passed through. Natsume Masaharu found that there were no passers-by around until now.

"Does your family live in such a remote place?"

After asking this sentence, Natsume Masaharu saw that the child's face turned pale again.

"...Are you...lost?"

Although this is a guess, it directly draws out Natsume Takashi's suppressed emotions.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't move, and he lost his way, and the tears in his eyes were pattering down.

Natsume Takashi cried helplessly due to the little physical strength left, the aching knee, and the anxiety and loneliness of not being able to go home as planned.

He didn't even cry, he just sobbed with unsteady breathing, and he had to raise his arms to block the tears.

Natsume Masaharu panicked, "You, don't cry!"

Only now did he understand a little bit how the monsters felt when they tried their best to make him happy.

Natsume Masaharu wanted to reach out and touch him. At this moment, patting him lightly on the shoulder and giving him a hug would give him comfort and courage, but Natsume Masaharu couldn't do it.

Although you can touch him through the clothes, Natsume Takashi is likely to wave his hands to avoid him excitedly, and Masaharu will become a firefly in the sky by then.

"Why don't you call the police uncle?"

"I do not have a phone."

"Looking for someone to help?"

"That's going to get them in trouble." And there's been no recent occupants.

But in fact, Natsume Takashi is most worried about his uncles and aunts who are still waiting for him to go home. He has not been back for so long, so they must be very worried.

Natsume Masaharu checked his weight with his eyes, and said with a glint in his eyes, "I'll take you home, but you have to promise me one thing."

Natsume Takashi sniffed his nose and raised his head in disbelief, "Do you know the way?"

"It's good that you know each other, I can take you to the sky." As he said, Natsume Masaharu folded his hands beside his side, flapped his palms like wings, "but you can't touch me, and you can't move around."

Different from his funny actions, Natsume Masaharu said this very seriously,

"fly……?"

"I can take you flying, it's so dark now, I'll fly higher and faster, no one will notice."

"What if it is discovered?"

"Even if they find out, people will feel that they are dazzled, not to mention, they won't recognize you."

"..."

After dawdling for a minute, Natsume Masaharu grabbed Natsume Takashi's schoolbag and lifted him to the sky.

"Wow-"

When the whole person soared into the air, Natsume Takashi was at a loss, "Wait, wait!"

"What's wrong?" Yazhi lowered his head, and suddenly saw the child's eyes tightly closed,

oh, scared...

Natsume Masaharu then flew a little lower, "Come on, open your eyes, it's not scary anymore."

His voice sounded close to Guizhi's ear, a little erratic, a little gentle.

It's not the same as the monsters in the past...

Natsume Takashi opened his eyes a little, his eyes were not aggressive, even in the dark night, they would not appear dark and gloomy.

The so-called flight turned into a low-altitude taxi.

The child's body was not heavy, and Natsume Masaharu flew very steadily. After he took Guizhi to the street he was familiar with, he turned two corners and arrived at his home—it was within walking distance to and from school. My home and school are not far away.

The family who adopted Natsume Takashi lived in a building, not too high, on the third floor, with lights on in the room, it seemed that there were people in the house.

A short period of bizarre experience ended soon, Natsume Takashi felt like he was dreaming, "...Howl's Moving Castle?"

"Huh? What kind of monster?"

"It's an animated movie."

In the movie, Hal walks in the air with the girl Sophie.

While they're not quite as romantic, and Natsume Takashi's behavior of being picked up is subtly rude, as convenient as a handbag, it does have a similar sense of wonder.

"Okay, you're home." Natsume Masaharu circled lightly in the air like an elf, and said goodbye to him, "The wound needs to be treated in time, let them take you to the hospital."

His figure is getting farther and farther away,

There was an unnatural pause in Natsume Takashi's expression.He seemed a little timid, and he hesitated to knock on the door.

Natsume Masaharu, who flew away, recalled this scene, felt a little worried, turned around and went back.