"—Shamans"
That was the last time I've heard grandma's voice.
"—ru!"
To be honest, why am I the only one in my family that is blessed with this curse?
"—oru!"
Being able to see ghosts, spirits, and this this creepy shit is honestly annoying. It's a burden that I alone was left to carry.
"YORU!"
"Ah... Yes?"
"Tsk, stand up and answer the question on the board, Yoru."
"Yes, tsukishima sensei."
Ah that's right, that was my name. Why am I feeling do forgetful lately? Whatever, I'm left with no choice anyway. This was grandma's last request.
There was not even a single trace of grandma or auntie Eiri, like they didn't even exist in the first place. All there was left is a paper with grandma's writing.
"Leave the countryside and go find my old house, there you will know more about us"
And an address underneath, which is where I currently live in now.
"What's wrong, Yoru? You've spaced out Infront of the blackboard, don't tell me you can't answer this simple question."
Oh right answering the question on the blackboard... Where was the chalk again?
"Psst, isn't Yoru that kid who's parents died?"
"I heard he worships demons"
"I bet he's just some edgy kid"
The whispering of my classmates are annoying but the spirits that are in this school are much more irritating.
"a¹² = 111"
"Huh? Uh yeah, correct. You may sit"
Jeez if you're gonna be that surprised when I answer a math question wait till you see a damn toddler answer 2+2 absolute bi—
* * *
School finally ended, I can go home and do whatever, ahh yes. This is the life I've always dreamed of, though there are still ghosts and spirits roaming around this part of the city, they aren't a lot or do they hold any evil intent.
Tap. Tap.
"Hm?"
Someone tap my shoulder, oh it's a girl. What's she doing calling out to m-
[Don't touch her! She is my daughter damn you!]
I was able to keep eye contact with the girl and not look directly at the ghost. Her father huh? He holds no grudge against her, he just wants to protect his kid.
"Uhmm, you're Karuo Yoru 2nd year right?"
"Uh, yes. That I am, what do you want?"
She looks flustered and she barely keeps eye contact. A normal person would have been head over heels for her, small stature with silky brown hair. She definitely would have people crushing over her.
But sadly, she picked me huh? The kid who's been haunted by spirits since childhood, someone who can't even get scared or be happy about something.
[You little bitch! You're trying to make my daughter fall in love with you!!?]
What's more is that this girl has a spirit guarding over here like some guardian angel.
"If you're going to confess I'll have to decline."
" Huh?"
[Phew...]
Her face suddenly turned sad. What was she really even expecting? I've barely even met this person, and I doubt she knows anything about me.
" Why? I mean, I was going to confess and all but..."
" I don't know you, nor do I even know your name, you showed up out of the blue and decided you wanted to confess. You'll get over it."
" Wh- but..."
Her father that's a spirit doesn't even speak or react. Now this girl, she's on the verge of crying.
Ahh I wanna walk away, I really do. But if she ended up dying she might start holding a grudge towards me. That's a big no no.
I sigh and turn around to face her. Tears are already forming on her eyes as she sniffles like a kid, were all first years always like this?
[Little fuck, what do you think you're doing!?]
Ignoring her spirit father's words I kneel down on one knee and put my hand on her shoulder. She was startled and looked up at me, her tears now visible than before.
"What's your name miss?"
"Sniffles. Ayaka.. sniffles."
I force myself to make my face more gentle and less cold, she lowers her head again looking at the ground while trying to wipe her tears away.
[Bastard! Don't touch her!]
The ghost father tries punching me and kicking me but he only goes through my body.
It is because he holds a protective sense for his daughter, I neither have any evil or malicious intent towards Ayaka. That is why I am unaffected by his actions.
"Ayaka, I'm sorry for declining you like that. But I hope you understand why."
"Sniffles. I'm.. I'm sorry! I was being selfish I'm so sorry—!"
She ends up crying and I had no choice but to stand up and comfort her. Though I am not directly looking at him, I can feel his intense glare, like daggers piercing through my body.
Though it took a while to comfort her, we eventually parted ways. As for the father who's still glaring daggers at me, he scoffs and disappears in thin air.
"God... Sun is already setting, I was held back too long"
I still haven't gone through all the pages in grandma's book of shamans and for interacting with the dead.
Clank clank! Clank clank! Hiss.
It's rather empty in this train station, not a lot of people. Oh right, people are on leave today. Good for them, though students still have to attend school.
"Sighh"
[You seem tired, little kid. You okay?]
"Yeah I'm fine..."
Wait a minute.
Shit I messed up, I talked to a spirit by accident! Oh god what do I do!?
[Oh my! You can see me? That's a relief]
Her voice and the way she talks doesn't seem like she doesn't have any evil intent.
I take a deep breath and calm myself as I lean back on the train seat and look at her.
Her face is spotless and she looks like a beauty, now that I'm looking at her, she has a warm and green like aura.
"How did you die if I may ask?"
[Straight to the subject! Girls must love you in this generation, heeheehee.]
Looking closely, she doesn't have any missing body parts at all, did she perhaps die in peace?
She then faces towards me her right side of her face has a large slit in her mouth.
[Am I pretty?]
". . ."
She asks with a grin enjoying my emotionless face and scoots closer to me, her body is gone but I can feel her ghostly warmth radiating from her body.
[Haha~ don't worry, I'm not the slit mouth girl in those urban legends! Did I atleast make your heart race~?]
"Yes you are very much pretty"
[. . ! ! . .]
A page from my grandma's book showed how I could enter a spirits memory, though only those that aren't really hostile can be easily accessed.
* * *
" Yosuke! Stop running so recklessly!"
" Hahaha! Too slow, Hana-oneechan!!"
Such a reckless child. How was mother and father able to handle him without being so stressed, hehe I admit it's kind of fun!
Beep beep. Beep beep.
"What's wrong, Hana-oneechan?"
"Tornado warning? But where?
Wobble wobble
Whooooooooooosh!!
A large turnado starts forming only a couple streets behind yosuke. The tornado formed almost as quick as you can blink, though it seems like it's not moving Hana's instinct was to grab Yosuke immediately!
Shit, shit! He's too far, I won't be able to make it!
" YOSUKE!!"
" Huh?"
CRASH! CRASH!!
WHOOOSH!!
Hana was able to grab Yosuke and toss him aside but a debris flew towards her face which cut open the right side of her cheek.
It hurts! Ahh! It hurts, it hurts! Is Yosuke okay? Oh thank god thank god!!!
Drip
Drip
Blood is already forming and dripping out of her wound but she covers Yosuke with her body as the tornado flies by them. Though miraculously they weren't hurt further.
" Yosuke are you alright!?"
" Sob sob, yes I am!! UwaA~!"
* * *
Hana was brought to the hospital along with Yosuke, her mouth which got cut open looks like a scene from a horror movie as blood pours out non stop.
Ah, I'll live but... Will I be able to keep my modeling job?
Clatter
Clatter
Hana picks up a mirror and checks the cut on her mouth, it's still newly stitched and the skin around it is swollen.
" You'll be able to eat, speak, and drink just fine so you have nothing to worry about miss."
Sigh...
All she could do was sigh. after a few weeks in the hospital and getting used to the stitches a little, she was able to leave and go back home.
She was greeted kindly by her parents and siblings once she got home, though the only problem left was.
"Huh? Fired? What do you mean? Aren't I the main model for your product!?"
"I- I'm sorry but, due to your scar the company won't like it, is all I can say..."
Sighhh
I guess it was too be expected. I was gonna quit eventually but not like this, surely nothing else can go wrong. Right?
"Hana, I think we should break up."
"What?"
Huh? Why? Don't tell me it's because—
"Your scar is hideous, you even got fired from your job."
"Ah, I- I see..."
"How could I possibly even kiss you even half your mouth was cut open? Gross"
Ahh so this is how my life is gonna go
Ridiculed by others as that judge on my appearance and my scar, why can't anyone just accept who I am?
Am I really that ug—