the true meaning of friendship is not 'enslaving people you bested in a contest'
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She just smiles. "A sweet kitty like her?"

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Mm. "I'm going upstairs. Let me know when dinner's ready?"

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"I will."

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Then Tsubaki's going to go rest for a while.

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Her self-appointed teacher stays downstairs. 

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Shameless flirt that she is.

 

The quiet is nice, though.

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That quiet also never tends to last long - sometimes it feels like Tsubaki can't go a whole day without being bothered by some youkai or another, and she's somehow making possibly-friends at school (or, at least, people who like and spend time with her despite her constant and even increased strangeness). And, while she's hanging out with the closest two possibly-friends one day, standing on the bridge and laughing together and looking out over the water, that she sees an old umbrella drifting in the wind. 

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Huh. That's odd.

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"What'cha looking at, Natsume?" one of her friends, Kitamoto, asks. 

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"-Thought I saw something."

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"What is it?"

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"Just a trick of the light."

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They buy that, and go back to chatting. 

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(And the umbrella lands on the bridge, blowing lightly in the wind.)

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She waits until the other two are distracted, then grabs it up.

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- And glimpses a face within its shade. 

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Oh shit.

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And the umbrella jerks away from her grip.

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She lets it go.

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It drifts towards a railing before flipping over, and a strange man rolls out, holding the handle. He's ugly, with a bandage around his head covering one eye, and rough clothes further worn by travel, and he's dressed like an old-fashioned soldier. 

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Yep, that's a youkai.

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He's just watching her, for now. 

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Hopefully nothing weird happens until she splits off from the other kids.

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Alas, he speaks up before that. "You will do," he says, voice dark and low.

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Do for what...?

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