Chapter 63 - I, and Hoshino Ai First

Edited by The Darkest Knight#4796

I pretty much believe humans have the ability to adapt to their environment biologically. Adaptation is any variation that can increase one's biological fitness in a given environment; more simply put, adaptation is the successful interaction between a population and its environment.

Of course, I don't know how quickly and easily humans adapt to something new in their lives and environment. However, for the supernatural things I've experienced in the past few days, I've adapted to the presence of various supernatural beings around me.

Honestly, I feel that my adaptation can be said to be quite fast. Although unfortunately, I can't tell or say anything to anyone. However, even so, I can say that I'm quite proud of my success in adapting to this supernatural thing quickly. It's just that sometimes we don't know what will happen in the future. Then sometimes, when humans become comfortable with something, they become careless.

Something that really happened to me, although I could say that it wasn't entirely my fault because, of course, I never would have thought that after getting used to what happened to me. The sudden presence of an unexpected spirit happened to attack me, so I was again admitted to the hospital. And this time, it wasn't because of mental problems or anything like that. Rather, it was a fractured hand that would heal in a few weeks.

Well, although I might have been a little caught off guard because I was too confident and comfortable with the fact that I was getting used to spirits that I didn't expect to experience just a few hours ago.

Because I never expected to be ambushed like that. Well, ever since I was able to see spirits, most of them were just present in my sight and gave off an uncomfortable aura and voice, sometimes like a curse that slowly tried to catch my mind off guard so that it could possess me. But they never touched me physically and the like. Unfortunately, what happened to me a while ago, and the worst thing about all this, is that the spirit that caused all this is, to put it mildly, very different from the spirit I'm used to seeing. This spirit is arguably not as fully human-like as the one I'm used to seeing.

To be honest, at first, I only saw one spirit that was just a black mist that slowly became a small black shadow that resembled a child of maybe ten years old who was always crying for his mother. It's pretty standard in horror movies, and from the aura I felt after seeing it so many times because it was in the bathroom sometimes, I never felt any animosity or dangerous feeling.

Until a while ago, when I went to the bathroom and didn't see or feel its presence before I used it for bathing. It was then that I gradually heard the sound of it crying when I first heard it. The sound was far enough away that, at first, I wasn't bothered by it and just thought I'd better finish my shower and leave the bathroom.

At the time, I felt that the cries were getting closer, but it was because I had gotten into the habit of ignoring them and pretending not to hear anything. Because I felt that it would get worse if I responded or reacted to the spirit. I had also gotten used to trying not to look away or look at the spirits. However, the crying voice that called out to her mother seemed to be changing. It became more monotonous and like the sound of a broken radio.

It's really possible that the first time it happened to the spirit in the bathroom, and worst of all, the aura was so bad. I was almost one hundred percent sure that this was not good and that it was best for me to leave the bathroom immediately.

But before I managed to do so. An unpleasant and ominous voice whispered in my ear.

"I'm so envious! I wish your mom could be."

This is a sentence that immediately made me look back at the spirit that was already shaped differently from before, although it was still human-like, with many parts of its body stretching like rubber and long. Even the neck of the spirit was so long that I had to look up to see its head which was above and staring at me with its head positioned at almost one hundred and eighty degrees.

Something that humans can't do— and the spirit's long hand coming at me and putting me down to the floor. Before the spirit face came down and said the word again and again.

"Your mom! Your mom! Your mom! Your mom! Your mom! Your mom! Your mom! Your mom!"

With such an angry and envious tone. Before I felt like our eyes met each other, and I could see the vibrant memories of the spirit as if our souls were connected to each other.

The memories of the spirit, she always tried her best to fulfill what her mother asked for or to be her mother's pride. Her mother always punished her if her grades were bad and always told her to always study, even to the point of calling a tutor. Her mother always rebuked her when she made mistakes, and even though she got good grades, her mother always compared her to other children who had better grades than her.

Then worst of all was the result of her mother's manipulating words that it was all spirit's fault, that spirit was not as smart as other children and had to keep working hard to get the same grades as the other children who were most likely the children of her mother's circle of friends. Therefore, when she got sick and died, and saw her mother fall into depression as she blamed herself for the death of her child, which was indeed the mother's fault. The spirit always thought this was her fault, which made her bond to this world and seeing her mother in such distress, she always said it was her fault and called her name repeatedly. Of course, the spirit continued to tell her mother that all of what was happening was her fault, not her mother's.

Even though the spirit did not make a single mistake. But because of all this, the spirit was bound to this area and when her mother got pregnant and gave birth to her little sister. Changed everything—

At first, she was happy to see her mother, who became happier and happier as her little sister became bigger and bigger— the spirit saw her mother become happy, and she was happy for her.

But at the same point, the spirit saw how different her mother was for her little sister. She was kind to her, always hugging, spoiling and loving her more than ever. Which made her jealous, and she started to think in her mind why her mother never cared for her like that and the worst of all of this was; her mother never ever spoke her name again. All of the photos and belongings were hidden in the darkness of this building and her sister was never aware of her existence.

She started to feel her mother forget about her— her own existence was fading from the home and maybe slowly erased by everyone in the home.

So the spirit got angry and started to disturb everyone in the home which made her mother call the expert to vanquish the evil being in the home. Her deceased child.

That's why she wanted a mother, a caring mother, a loving mother.

Like my mother.

At that time, maybe for the first time, I got attacked by a spirit, and the spirit with force tried to possess me. I couldn't speak, could hardly breathe, and my mind for a moment was full of the spirit's memories and her irrational anger.

At that moment, for the first time, I felt like it would be dangerous if I got possessed by this spirit, and I didn't know what she would do to Ai. I had difficulty doing anything as my mind was being attacked, and I didn't have Ruby around me too.

I cursed myself for being too dependent on Ruby. I needed to figure out my way to deal with this problem. Thankfully, I could adapt to them a bit so that even though I was having a hard time, I could still move around mindlessly with little knowledge of what I was going through.

At that time, I only remember some protagonists hurting themselves to wake up from various kinds of constraints.

Therefore, I vigorously moved my hand and intentionally hurt my own hand in the bathtub. I could feel the intense pain, and my adrenaline kicked in, which made me, for the first time, successfully repel a spirit and possibly scream. "No, she's mine!!" Before the spirit was gone, like there was no such thing as her in the bathroom.

Which is a great thing for me, but of course, there's a price for that.

Because right now, in front of me was Ai with a very cold face. Even though her mouth was smiling very differently when she found me in the bathroom, she was very pale and somewhat panicked at my condition.

It felt like she already had enough of my silence about supernatural things that she never knew, but she acknowledged something had happened to me.

"Well, this is enough! I try my best to be patience and understanding to you! But this is enough—"

I could hear that she was frustrated and angry about this. I felt like I understood her feelings, so it would be good to be truthful to her about this spirit thing, so I replied to her.

"Okay Mom, I will inform you."

"Really—"

"Yes."

"Hm, good then, but I think I will make this as an example for the both of you to keep important things secret from me." She said as I felt such a strong aura from her, and even Ruby's body shivered.

"You two! Get punished!!!"

And maybe for the first time in my life and maybe Ruby too— I get disciplined by spanking in the butt. I couldn't even understand how she could even have such power when she had such a small body.

But this is maybe another wonder in the anime-like world— the power of a mother's wrath!

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Oh, Ichigo and Miyako past finally revealed? Miyako is the best Mom after all

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