Next was the young Minamoto, although not officially part of their group, he too played a large role in her daily life. His constant need to show her up and prove his worth was something she both admired and pitied; the boy had real worth, a strong mind, and body something every exorcist desired. She only wished he'd recognize he had nothing to prove, that just by being himself he was enough.
Lastly, there was Amane, just the mere thought of him sent her (non-existent) heart pounding. Not sure as to why she tends to just ignore the bitterness that coats her tongue and continues her daily routine of making his life as challenging as possible.
She doesn't want to drive him away, but over the past few weeks they had grown considerably closer, and it scared her. They are friends, all four of them, but she's not human and they are. This means one day they'll grow into adults and leave her behind, she'll be nothing more than a distant memory. And as much as it hurts to think about it, keeping as much distance between them is the best option she's been dealt with.
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A silent melody rafted through the domain as more and smaller yokai paraded about gleefully. Stolen candies and wrapped sweets dotted the puddled floor sending the room with its sugary fragrance; blues, reds, pinks, and purples showered over the room with their warms rays as they push their way through the stained glass reflecting off the tiny waterfall formed from one of the many sinks that line the regular restroom wall.
Tranquil. One of the many words she could use to describe her domain. It was always warm and smelt of the finest of things; the rushing of water alongside the giggles of lower beings never felled to ease her wearies away. Cuddled up on the windowsill bundled in a pile of pillows the spirit tousled her hair with shaky hands - Hibiki-Kun, ever the helpful one, sat close by watching tentatively of the fallen hat warding away wandering souls with baby glares and adorable growls.
She knew what she was about to do held consequences; for better or worse the bubble shrouding her little group was about to expand and deep within her, the inkling dread she hadn't felt in a long while started to fester.
Yet, even with the heavy guilt bound to follow, she had to know.
With bated breath, she reached out randomly latching onto the book on the top opening it with the haste of a starving man before her cowardice convinced her otherwise.
At first, nothing unusual seemed to take place. Their book started during the first year in the middle school division, the dummy had even been late to the entrance ceremony. (E.c) hues scanned the pages amusingly, her shoulders slumping when nothing off printed the pages; everything within their middle school years was filled with silly encounters and random factoids she'd be sure to hold against them later on.
It wasn't until she flipped onto her first cameo that their world slowly started to change. The pages held more content as more emotions and mischief mended with their once mundane lifestyle. Her words, her actions, and her impact on them were all recorded. They seemed happier, more lively.
It was as if she'd somehow given them a spark of life they'd lost long before; it drew her in begging her nimble fingers to card through the pages and memorize each word, each feeling ingrained within the ink. And so she did.
•|• Lesson Four •|•
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