#animal crossing misuzu

[sigitheunicorn]

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[pokemon-cr0ssing]

Screenshots von @novemberhope

[clover-midori]

MerMay2023

Megan, The Saltwater Taffy Mermaid

Megan, known as キャンディor Candy in Japanese and Mizuno, is a normal bear villager in the Animal Crossing series. She was turned into a mermaid during a night walk with her girlfriend, Tutu (れんにゅう/Rennyu). A mercub, Judy (みすず/Misuzu) noticed her as she watched from a pond. She swam off before the couple could see her, but her presence left remnants of her aura in the area. Megan and Tutu were both transformed by her aura, and resorted to the pond Judy was in, although they also swim to the ocean at times.

When Megan is alone, she enjoys the company of fish, which tend to seem curious about her. She does feel a little awkward at times but she likes seeing those fish swim around her. She also likes meditating in the kelp forest, and enjoys singing, as a siren would.

Just like on land, she has a secret stash of candy in her cave, although it’s not easy to keep it secret under the sea. As such, she buried an old NookPhone box near the pond full of it, though she’ll usually keep a small piece hidden in her seashell top. Yes, she REALLY does that. Sometimes it doesn’t end well and things get kinda sticky. No worries, she only takes it off in the presence of Tutu and Tutu ONLY.

She is currently in a relationship with Tutu. Her birthday is on March 13th.

[autpal]

Judy

[ghiripo]

judy, flowers and trees 🌲

[piltoverfinest]

Okay, so I haven’t posted on here for like ever but I am desperate. I’ve been playing Animal Crossing for the last few months & I’ve become obsessed. Like almost everyone and their mama I’ve been looking for Misuzu aka Judy. 

I’ve had someone tell me they can get them, spent two days getting rid of another villager and had to let one of my faves go as well to get to the point of having a free spot and then that person told me they can’t do it. Then I spent 70 tickets looking for her and couldn’t find her. I am crying for real. I really really want her so much. 

Does anyone have a way to get me Judy/Misuzu? Please please please please. I am willing to give you a lot of bells or whatever you want, as long as I have it. Pleaaaaase. 

[animal-crossing-wallpaper]

[eismon]

I‘m so happy she moved in

[nyaanimalcrossingnh]

I want Judy (misuzu) as neighbour can someone help me please ?

[scungledfiles]

hoihoihoiii!

i see youre doing animal crossing pngs :o. if it isnt too much trouble, could i request judy/misuzu from new horizons? thank youuu ♡

sending love

leek anon

(p.s. how are you? is work going better? hope youre doing okay <3)

♡♡♡

Leek anon I need you to know the whole process of going from seeing this message to getting this image has spanned nine hours. This has been my entire day. I have learnt how to rip 3D models out of nintendo switch game files, I have learnt how to use the pycollada library, given up on getting a good render from it, and then learnt how to use blender and also how to script blender with python and then written a script that's produced this. I love you so much, you have given me so much fun with this challenge. Thank you so much here is your image (and I will make sure to post the different versions of Judy that I create with my code in the future and think of you)

Because of you, requests for specific animal crossing new horizon transparent png renders are now open too! And once I get my better computer back from repair in a week or two I will hopefully be able to do some animations of them too hehe >:)

[yurimother]

Yuri Anime ‘Fragtime’ now Streaming on HIDIVE

The OVA adaptation of Sato’s sci-fi Yuri manga Fragtime is now available to stream with English subtitles and dubbing on HIDIVE. The anime was released in Japan in late 2019 and is licensed for international release by Sentai Filmworks.

Sentai Filmworks describes the anime:

All Misuzu Moritani has to do is think about it and, for three minutes, time seems to halt for everyone but herself. But three minutes isn’t long enough to go anywhere and come back, especially when you can only do it once a day. So, mostly Misuzu just amuses herself… until she makes the mistake of sneaking a peek up the skirt of a classmate she’s been crushing on and it turns out that Haruka Murakami is somehow immune to Misuzu’s powers! Oops. And now a really embarrassed Misuzu has to make it up to Haruka. Double oops. Even if it means getting into a “relationship”. Wait, what? With great powers come some really big apologies and maybe a new romance as two girls take a little time off from the world in FRAGTIME!

Fragtime was directed by Takuya Satou at Tear Studio. It stars Miku Ito and Yume Miyamoto. The anime has received mixed reviews, with praise directed towards its music and animation and criticism towards the story, characters, and excessive use of fanservice.

The original manga ran from 2013 to 2014 in Manga Cross. Seven Seas Entertainment publishes the entire series in a single English omnibus volume. You purchase the manga digitally or in print and watch Fragtime today on HIDIVE.

[grandducktale]

As explained in my -- prologue post, -- I’ll be playing through Persona 4 the Golden, and despite knowing/having access to a guide to obtain the true ending for the game, I’ll be making alternate theories based on what I observe in my playthrough. 

Credits to Cyberman65 for some of the screenshots here, as I didn’t want to start a new playthrough to fill in the screenshots I was missing. 

My negative thoughts will be RP’d as Dagda, for example: You are aware that Persona 4 the Golden is a Video Game, kid? And one about murders, too? You sure you’re not the REAL culprit behind all of this, for wanting to play such a game? You wanna be like the hero of a television show, don’t you? But the hero of a television show is no true hero at all. .

Hey, that’s not true! Persona 4 is about stopping murders! Wanting to play a game about stopping the bad guys doesn’t make you a bad guy! And fiction can influence real life, for the better!

Huh. There’s that italized text again. Weird. Guess my finger slipped. 

So my gameplay difficulty is set to normal. I could do very hard if I wanted, but Persona 4 is long enough as is. Let’s begin. 

First, a disclaimer.

Wait, so this game’s about the power of the unconscious and mythology, and they say any similarity to real life is pure coincidence? Smells like red deer droppings, “kid.” 

Eh all games have these disclaimers, nothing too weird. Life influences art influences life influences cosplayers having weird RP sex at sweaty convention halls

We meet this guy, purportedly named Igor. He welcomes me or the camera to the Velvet room, though it is a limousine.

Bulging eyes, long nose, crossed hands, death stare - he really seems trustworthy doesn’t he?

Eh no more or no less than a green guy with his jawbone showing and a literal question mark on his face. Besides, true ugliness is on the inside.

Igor claims that I have an intriguing destiny.

There’s a book called “The Darwin Awards” filled with folks who had intriguing destinies.

Maybe this one is actually intriguing, though!

So the Velvet Room, or limo, or whatever is said to exist between dream and reality.

In other words, in your subconscious, right?

Well no, I’m pretty sure this is a video game screen, with a .png portrait, and 3D rendered models. Though I’ve had dreams about video games before, so column a and column b. 

So tautologically, I am bound by some sort of legal contract, otherwise how could I be here?

A contract? Singular? Think of all the EULAs you sign, terms of use, even the permission to go on field trips slips you agreed to. 

Oh, maybe I’m not tautologically bound by a contract. So wait am I trespassing, have I already signed the contract in the future, or-

Maybe contracts only have as much power as you think they have

Maybe contracts only have as much power as you allow them to have

Sort of? The tarot draws from life, so in a way it is a conceptual mirror. But I’ve flipped a coin while thinking to myself really hard that if it landed heads a steak hoagie would manifest in my hand, and while the coin landed on heads, no such hoagie appeared. 

Aye, there’s no steak save what we make for ourselves

A disaster happens, followed by confusion and hesitation. If that’s fortune telling, then I don’t think a single sentient being ISN’T a fortune teller of some kind. 

Perhaps this game is actually just a bachelor’s party and Igor is lamenting the player character’s soon to be gone single status. Why else have a limo? 

Will the mystery be “Why didn’t the old dream guy wear a seatbelt after predicting a misfortune at his limo’s destination?” 

Ah going for the old deterministic sell because I’m in your limo, are ya? What if I just deleted the game and watched paint dried? Fate = Not intriguing = Defied! 

Alright so yada yada yada he wishes me luck on the mystery and the anime cutscene plays. Time for me to stop just recapping and start theorizing based on differences or details I didn’t notice during Persona 4′s Endurance Run.

So this under 18 girl who we might encounter later on advertises a diet soda labeled calorie magic. If it possesses fantastic properties, that remains to be seen.

Now the above scene I vaguely remember from Persona 4, but I’ll mark it as noteworthy because 

1. The protagonist is shown saying farewell to his class(more accurately, his teacher saying farewell on his behalf, and his classmates being upset). This implies that the student is well liked. The teacher says “Now hold on, there’s more”, as if to assuage the students disappointment. 

2. When on a train, the protagonist is wearing a traditional Japanese school uniform as opposed to the dress code the school he leaves abides by. Dress codes might be important. 

Now in Persona 4 Golden, the mystery starts out with the media reporting on an scandal, alleging that Enka Singing star Misuzu Hiiragi’s husband, Inaba Politician Taro Namtame, cheated on her with Mayumi Yamano(woman on the right).

As the protagonist rides on the train, his head aches and a blurry scene plays that seems to show Mayumi Yamano being assaulted. 

Having a memory of assaulting a woman and waking in a cold sweat - you sure you’re playing as the “detective” in this game?

Was it the memory of assault that made the hero wake in a cold sweat, or the memory of the velvet room?

Well, in any event... the hero gets off the train, and meets his uncle, Ryotaro Dojima, and his cousin Nanako(the younger girl).

Oh come on, what are the odds you could show this screencap to some rando and convince them it was a game about being a male prostitute? Is he the hero’s uncle, or is he his “uncle?” 

Giving earnest compliments doesn’t hurt anyone.

 Hm. Since Dojima is very specific about calling himself the hero’s younger brother, and not the hero’s uncle, I guess it might be an incorrect deduction to say he is the hero’s uncle. 

He is at once both close and distant from the protag.

No matter how ya look at it kid, it’s a power move. Not calling himself your kin, but reminding you of when you were a bawling infant, mewling, weak, and wetting yourself. 

Uncle or the protagonist’s mother’s younger brother, Dojima views Nanako as the protagonist’s cousin. Nanako is shy.

Here’s where the divergences from Persona 4 start to happen.

An unfriendly looking girl wearing kneesocks picks a piece of paper up off the ground and claims that the protagonist dropped it.

The protagonist handwrote a note for Dojima’s address. Always good to be prepared analog style. Doesn’t this game take place in 2011?

That’s all the space I have for part 1. Next post will build on some of the differences, a character’s proactive and suggestive nature, and even some of the trivia learned at school. 

[incorrect-drrb-quotes]

Kasumi: [playing Animal Crossing] I'm so peaceful watering my flowers, doing no harm.

Misuzu: You can't really do any harm in this game though.

Kasumi: I mean you could TRY.

Kasumi: Ever swung an axe at a villager?

Misuzu:

Misuzu: NO???

Kasumi: I'm gonna swing an axe at a villager!

Misuzu: KASUMI NO!!!

[lor-aya]

Here is the first part of my 6 animal crossing villager as human. All are picked up randomly. Some of my friends choose a letter and a number. And then I was going through the villager List. Thats all. So the 1st 3 were Chrissy, Kitty and Jude. I love Jude, but sadly I don't have her on my island In new horizon. But I love how it turns out the Color of Kitty. Chrissy, well i don't like her but I don't know why. See you at part 2. PS. in the next part is one of my very very favorite villager! #AnimalCrossingNewHorizons #AnimalCrossing #acnh #villager #human #fanart #digital #csp #SixFanarts #artist #loraya #artjournal #jude #kitty #chrissy #misuzu #animalcrossingcharacter #part1 (hier: Bayern, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDuTLmloH_W/?igshid=kd3sv6n64zm5

[foreverindebitwithnook]

⦶Ⓢⓞⓤⓛ⦶ New entry in Yordlezone: Misuzu!🐻💖 . . . #acl #instagram #nintendo #kawaii #nintendoswitch #cute #games #instagamer #animalcrossingcommunity #acnhspring #acnh #instadaily #likeforlikes #ac #videogames #animalcrossingnewhorizons #newhorizons #followme #acnhcommunity #acnhinspo #animalcrossing #acnhideas #acnhfandom #acnhfriends (presso Animal Crossing: New Horizons) https://www.instagram.com/p/CckpHeWqVga/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[winterune]

A Natsume Yuujinchou Fanfiction #5 - Attachments

Word count: 2861

Summary: Natsume is gone and Hinoe and the middle-class youkais are inviting Madara to a once-in-a-hundred-year festival.

A/N: crappy summary and crappy title. I’m sorry I’m not good at making them. May edit them later. Inspired by @symgen‘s headcanon. Though in the end, maybe it’s not really what the original headcanon had in mind ^^; sorry... Edit: Anyway, just want to say I borrowed some of the series’ messages and a line from another series (Cross Game--which is just a beautifull slice of life/romance anime despite it being a sport anime and more people should go and see it because it’s just really one of the best things in anime world!)

Also available on AO3 and FFN. 

“Sensei! Sensei!”

Nyanko-sensei’s ears twitched.

“Wake up, Sensei!”

“Shutup…” Nyanko-sensei mumbled incomprehensibly. His ears hurt. His head hurt. He had stayed up so late last night and drunk countless bottles of sake that he had just stumbled back into Natsume’s room just as the sun hit the horizon.

“Sensei!”

A poke to his stomach that sent his irritation ricocheting.

“Shut up, Natsu—!”

Bright glaring light blinded his eyes as Madara opened his eyes and was ready to bite anyone who was poking and poking and poking his stomach. The shock at the sudden light caused him to shut his eyes again and it wasn’t Natsume but the middle-class youkai who were screaming as they fled and it was Hinoe’s voice calling his name incessantly.

“Madara! Finally!” The blue-haired youkai drew a deep sigh of relief. “Took you long enough.”

Madara’s eyes squinted against the light and he remembered where he was: a clearing in the middle of the mountain with a chill in the air and dead autumn leaves scattered throughout the forest floor. Him in his youkai form—a majestic white beast.

Natsume’s warm tatami mat room, the kid’s annoying voice…

A dream?

“Hellooo! Madara?” Hinoe called again, waving her hands high above her head to catch his attention. “Are you with us?”

Madara huffed irritably. “You just ruined a perfectly good nap,” he growled, his deep voice rumbling from deep within his throat. “What do you want?”

“I just wanted to remind you of the festival at the mountaintop lake. Are you coming?”

The festival…

Madara huffed. “I’ll pass,” he said as he lay his head down again, eyes half-closing for another nap.

“But, Madara-sama!” the one-eyed middle-class youkai piped in, poking his head from behind a tree. “It’s a once-in-a-hundred-year festival. You can’t miss it!”

Hinoe nodded her head. “The moon will be nearest to the earth tonight.” A slight smirk gracing her lips, she added, “And the entire lake will turn into sake for the whole night.”

Madara’s ears twitched again.

The smirk had turned to a full-on grin. “Are you sure you want to miss it?”

***

Madara ended up coming. Curse that Hinoe for mentioning sake.

By the time he reached the lake at the top of the mountain, the clearing was already filled with youkai. Lesser youkai. Powerful youkai. A mingle of scents and merry voices you’d only hear in a festival such as this.

It didn’t take long for him to spot Hinoe, with the middle-class youkai. And there were Misuzu, and Benio, and Chobi-hige, and a lot more of the lesser youkai gathering in a circle. A familiar banner stopped him on his tracks. The Dog Club.

The middle-class spotted him among the revelry and waved him over.

“What took you so long, Madara?” Hinoe said, though she didn’t sound the least bit irritable. There was a cup on her hand, half-full, and more bottles scattered throughout the circle.

“Here, Madara-sama,” one of the lesser youkai piped in, closer to the ground. It pushed a large bowl to his feet, filled with no doubt the sake from the bottles.

“I thought we are all here to drink the once-in-a-hundred-year sake lake,” Madara commented.

“The moon has not yet reached its peak, Madara,” Misuzu said, lapping the alcohol from his own bowl. “The festival has not yet begun.”

He knew that of course. He just needed to say something. Because no one said anything about the Dog Club gathering.

The Dog Club.

As Madara crouched down and lapped up the sake into his mouth, his mind brought him back to years ago. A similar situation. A similar scenery. The same faces and the same voices. Chatters and laughter and shouts as everyone tried to have the best time of their life, making sure that Natsume felt at ease with them around.

Humans’ lives were a fleeting thing. Beautiful like a flower blooming in spring yet so transient it was gone just as you were starting to enjoy its presence. Ephemeral in a youkai’s immortal life.

None of them would admit it. He wouldn’t admit it. That ever since Natsume passed away, that light that had been their source of joy and entertainment left a gaping void in their wake.

***

The moon reached its peak and all the youkai gathered there rushed to the edge of the lake. Madara only took several leaps to reach the lakeshore and as he watched the moonlight hit the water, it sparkled. One lap down his throat sent his entire body shuddering with delight at the best-tasting sake he ever had.

***

They had their fill and filled the now-empty sake bottles with sake from the lake. Merriment ensued. Dancing and singing and riddles. The sake from the lake was getting to him and Madara couldn’t help but join in the merriment.

It was toxic—their euphoria—and it was only a matter of time before Madara forgot his troubles. Well, it wasn’t so much of a trouble and more of an uncomfortable feeling you get when something felt amiss yet you can’t put your paw in it. And it had been bugging him for days and weeks.

The middle-class youkai pair slumped on the ground, heaving deep sighs after ten rounds of dancing and singing in the middle of their group. Silence fell. Half-lidded eyes and content smiles all around. The moon had moved way past its zenith by now and the all-around revelry was beginning to fade away. But their group stayed, quiet, lost in their own thoughts.

“How long has it been?” It was Hinoe who first broke the eternal silence.

“It’ll be ten years tomorrow.” Misuzu—deep voice from that horse-like face, but despite having laughed the loudest, his voice carried a melancholy tone as he responded Hinoe’s question.

“Ten years,” Hinoe mused. A distant look in her eyes as she smiled wistfully. “It feels longer than that.”

“It feels like it was just yesterday we were playing with him,” the middle-class youkai added. “Remember that time the two of us—” he nudged his companion, “—took him to see those flowers and he came down with a cold the next day?”

His companion’s eager nod was incoherent in his drunken state.

Hinoe barked a laughter. “Madara was so mad at both of you because of that!”

“I think we were more of a trouble for him than we realized,” Chobi-hige added with a chuckle.

“But Natsume-sama still helped us a lot,” Kappa piped in.

Heads nodded.

“Natsume-dono was a good human,” Misuzu said.

“A toast for Natsume-sama,” the middle-class youkai said, jumping to his feet, raising his cup.

“May he rest in peace wherever he resides,” Hinoe added, bringing her own glass to the sky.

The others followed. A solemn silence washed over them. They all faced the setting moon and it struck him then. They had laughed and joked around so much, it was as if every one of them had been pouring their hearts out to the moon, the stars, the sky, the earth itself. Wherever Natsume was now.

“Madara-sama!” the middle-class youkai suddenly broke the serenity. “Won’t you transform back to your lucky cat form?”

Madara blinked in surprise. “Do you want me to eat you, middle-class?” Madara growled.

“Oh, come now! I think we all miss your midget tanuki form,” Hinoe added, stifling a laugh.

“And that belly dance he does every time he got drunk,” chimed Misuzu.

They laughed and it was as though their reminiscence hadn’t happened. They chanted his name and all he wanted was to squash everyone.

Maybe he should.

He rose from his crouch, brought his form towering over everyone but Misuzu, and everyone cheered—

—until the glare he gave them sent them trembling in cold sweat.

“You have a death wish, I see.” He smirked down at them and landed his massive paw down.

***

“Are you going to see him tomorrow?” Hinoe asked him when everyone had parted ways.

Madara huffed but didn’t offer an answer.

“You haven’t gone to see him yet, have you?”

“Have you?” Madara asked back.

“I have.” Hinoe smiled.

Madara scoffed. “Attachment is a foolish thing, more so are attachments to things that are no more.”

“Things are not truly dead if you don’t forget about them,” Hinoe said gently. Hinoe stopped on her tracks, a wistful smile caressing her lips. “If I knew where Reiko is buried, I would go see her everyday.”

That made Madara pause. He looked back at her and it was a rare sight to see sorrow etching the lines of Hinoe’s face. “Go see him,” she said to him with a smile. “His spirit still lingers.”

***

Madara tried to convince himself that it wasn’t because Hinoe had coaxed him into going that he was now finding himself flying over mountains and forests to a hill near the old neighborhood where Natsume used to live. And it wasn’t anticipation and longing that he felt cursing through his body. He tried to convince himself that he was only taking a stroll to help him recover from his hungover from the night before.

But then he saw the flower field, and the hill beyond. A massive tree sat on the hilltop, paper and ropes strewn about to create a magical seal. Natsume had been sought after by so many youkai some people had decided to lay him to rest in a place with strong spiritual power surrounded by a strong seal. Not everyone could enter. Not many youkai could approach.

He spotted two figure down by the graveyard. An old man and woman.

The Fujiwaras?

No. These people weren’t the Fujiwaras.

The old woman bent down and laid down a bouquet of white flowers. Then they spoke and it was then that Madara recognized who they were.

He landed just at the edge of the magical seal right as the pair stepped through the gate. A slight shift of air that not many would notice but the old man immediately stopped. He turned his face toward Madara and squinted his eyes.

Even in his fifty-some years, Tanuma hadn’t changed. Nor did Taki, the woman beside him.

“Kaname-kun?” Taki turned to her companion. “Something wrong?”

“I felt something,” Tanuma murmured.

Madara stayed still.

“Ponta?”

“What?!”

Madara’s eyes widened slightly, then his lips stretched in a smirk. So the boy was still able to sense his kind. And Taki, the obnoxious girl that couldn’t get her hands off him. Even with her greying hair and wrinkling face, she still acted like she was sixteen. Whipping her head left and right trying to see him.

“I’m not sure though,” Tanuma went on. “Taki, do you remember that circle you used to draw?”

“Ah!” Taki exclaimed, fists pumping.

Wait! Madara’s eyes grew wider in panic.

“Let’s look for a stick.”

Idiot! He wanted to scream as both Tanuma and Taki spread out. Madara sighed. Why were things still the same?

Taki found a stick not long after and Tanuma found a space of dirt a bit far from the magic seal. She drew the circle wide and Madara waited, eyeing them skeptically, half waiting if something else might show up, just to let them have their lesson again.

Taki finished the circle, and both she and Tanuma stood, waiting, looking this way and that. But of course nothing showed up. He was the only youkai there.

“Maybe I was wrong,” Tanuma mused.

“No! Let’s wait for a while longer, okay?”

Taki was being insistent and there was nothing Tanuma could say to discourage her. But still Madara didn’t move.

They waited long. Longer than Madara would have thought. And maybe because he pitied them, but Madara rose from his haunches and took one step at a time. Tanuma was saying they should get back before it got dark and Taki was trying to shush him when Madara’s paw entered the circle.

Both of them gasped.

Madara entered his entire body into the circle. Half of him appreciated Taki for creating such a large circle. He stood, towering over them they had to crane their necks just to look at his face.

“Nyanko-sensei?”

It was Taki. Breathless. And the name sent a pang through him. He hadn’t heard it since the day Natsume passed.

“Is it really you?” Taki again.

It occurred to him again that they hadn’t seen him in his true form.

He looked down on them. What could he say? He was never particularly close with them.

“Foolish girl!” His mouth moved on its own. “Haven’t you learned your lesson? Drawing the circle on a whim. What if another dangerous youkai had appeared instead of me?”

“But you would have saved us, wouldn’t you, Po—sensei?” Tanuma said. He was smiling and… those were tears in his eyes. “Sorry, I guess calling you Ponta wouldn’t suit you now.”

“Hmph! It never suited me.”

“Sensei!”

“Oof!”

Taki had gone and entered the circle, arms spread wide, hugging his body. Madara stiffered. The hug—it was…different than her usual hug. Maybe he wasn’t so small now that she could strangle him to death. But the strength in her arms was still a force to be reckoned with as she buried her face in his fur.

“We missed you, sensei.”

And she was crying. And Tanuma was crying. And in half of his mind, it wasn’t Taki but Natsume who was holding onto him as he had been the only human whom Madara had allowed to touch him in his true form.

He sighed. “Didn’t befriending Natsume ever teach you not to play with our world?”

But they didn’t stop, because they missed him, and they missed Natsume.

Madara waited patiently until Taki let him go herself and went back outside the circle.

“Do you ever go back to being a cat, sensei?” Taki asked him.

An innocent question, but one that brought his mind back. Years and years ago when they were still students and he was riding on Natsume’s shoulder or being carried around in Tanuma’s arms or surviving Taki’s death grip.

“No,” was all he said, and the quiet in his voice said it all.

They bid him goodbye. He stepped out of the circle and it was a moment later before they erased it. He watched them as they turned and followed the path down the hill back to the town.

The sun had gone way past its zenith now and everything was awash in an orange light.

That was when he heard it, a voice so soft one could miss it, but he caught it riding with the wind.

Sensei…

A familiar voice he knew so well. One he had heard every single day for years until death took him away.

And Madara turned.

And there he was, standing just over his gravestone. His appearance, the warm smile on his face—he was just like that day they parted ten years ago.

And Madara was bounding over the grass before he knew it, up the hill, and in a burst of cloud and smoke, the great majestic white beast was gone and in its place was a fat calico cat.

“Natsume!!!”

In his cat form, he could easily go past all the strong magic seals, and in one movement, he leaped into Natsume’s open arms.

***

“Hinoe said your spirit lingers. I only wanted to see if she was right.”

Natsume chuckled.

Nyanko-sensei frowned. “Fool! Why are you still here? This is no place for your kind.”

“I wanted to see you, sensei. At least one more time,” Natsume replied. “That’s why I stayed.”

Nyanko-sensei’s scowl deepened, and he looked away. “I—Idiot,” he muttered.

Natsume laughed. “Oh, and I wanted to give you the Book.”

“What?”

That brought Nyanko-sensei’s attention back and he watched as Natsume fished the book from somewhere behind him. The Book of Friends. It was said the Book was lost ten years ago. No one could find it. And all this time…

“As promised.”

Promise. That long-ago promise they’d made.

“Will you protect it?”

He had always said he would use the book however he wanted, but somewhere along the way, his priorities had shifted and all he cared about was protecting Natsume and hence protecting the Book.

“I will.”

“You’ll make sure it won’t fall into the wrong hands?”

Nyanko-sensei nodded. Another promise.

Natsume smiled. “Thank you.”

He patted Sensei’s head, gently, and Nyanko-sensei hadn’t realized how much he’d missed it. Something stirred inside him, pulling, squeezing.

Natsume once asked him if Nyanko-sensei would ever get attached to him. He never answered him. Never even let his mind go near it. Because attachment was a human thing and in the wake of their immortality, it was foolish to cling onto something that would, sooner or later, disappear.

“Thank you for always being there for me, Sensei,” Natsume said.

And Nyanko-sensei could hear the unsaid words, the things neither of them ever admitted. That he was a friend, always had been, always would be. And there was an unbreakable bond between them that no one could define.

The air moved and the wind blew. Nyanko-sensei watched as the edges of Natsume’s body transformed into light and petals, pure and white. The last of his touch was a gentle caress and his smile lingered a second longer before the wind took him away.

Nyanko-sensei sat on the graveyard alone with only the Book as his companion.

Hinoe had said things wouldn’t die as long as they didn’t forget about them.

Thank you…

A whisper of a voice reached his ears, even though the wind had died and the petals were nowhere to be seen.

And Nyanko-sensei believed that Natsume would never die as long as he lived in his memories.

Attachment was a foolish thing.

But maybe, it wasn’t such a bad thing.

Thanks for reading^^ So sorry if there are out-of-character moments, or it’s not that good. thanks anyway for reading this far.

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