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The True Identity of Matoba Seiji's sister?

this is something that's been on my mind lately, I may be overthinking this and reading too much into things. I have a crazy theory on my mind so thought I wanna share it before I explode by myself xD

what I have next are from chapters yet to be translated so if you don't wanna be spoiled then don't continue reading :)

before I start I just wanna emphasize all of what I'm gonna say is purely my own theories and ideas, also my Japanese is bad so I might make some mistakes thus if you noticed anything I'd be glad if you can correct me ^^

lastly, I don't know how long this post will turn out to be so sorry in advance ><

-What about Shinobu?

i want to start with this first to clear out the way, of why I don't believe Shinobu to be Seiji's sister. but another twist from Midorikawa-sensei (I mean how many times did she makes us suffer in figuring out the true identity of Seiji's sister for me to trust her easily now)

she started and ended this chapter in a way that makes you believe that Shinobu is THE miss Matoba but is she really ??

Shinobu said "really? thank you I'm glad to hear that"

is that enough to point out to herself and not to someone she knew perhaps? for example, she knew Seiji's sister or work for her so she's happy to hear someone praise her?

I really don't trust her since her deep knowledge of the exorcist world means she's not normal therefore she's in it one way or another but in what form I don't know yet, yup yup even her being Seiji's Sister isn't even 0% but I just find it weird and doesn't add up for now for me ...

I mean she can't even see the Yokai!! (Unless she lied which I doubt) now tell me, is a future leader of the Matoba clan someone who can't see Yokai? we all know what that means for a successor of an exorcist family to lose the sight. plus, if I'm not mistaken, the talk was that Seiji was more powerful than her which's why he was picked over her despite being the youngest so it was not because he was able to see the Yokai unlike her ... in short, his sister should be able to see the Yokai but Shinobu can't!!!

"a long-haired, elegant well-dressed woman"

and this important detail by Tanuma's investigation worth taking into note, since if the thief is truly Seiji's sister, then that's NOT Shinobu unless you consider Shinobu having a long-hair xDD

so you see now why I don't believe her to be Seiji's true sister (I have other reasons but we'll come up to it next)

-If not Shinobu then who?

now we're back to square one huh, Midorikawa-sensei sure love to torture us in this arc and tease us to no end while making us suffer (which's why I love you tho ~)

before I point out to who I believe to be his sister I wanna point out to something else so you can see my line of thinking :)

listen, I don't know how or why I thought that other than I followed my intuition since I read too much into Seiji's character while thinking and linking things together (this guy is making me go crazy! I'm so sorry I have nothing better to back me up here so bear with me please ><)

we all know that Seiji doesn't like divination and guess what, I believe the reason of why is that lies with his sister one way or another.

please DON'T ask me why I think so since it's hard to explain without sounding insane xDD

BUT IT'LL MAKE SENSE I PROMISE JUST WAIT FOR IT!!!

I mean this sweet, lovely chapter was in fact a soft set-up for this Miss Matoba arc which thinking about it now let me laugh that Midorikawa-sensei did it to us yet again lol

okay okay, stop this and just tell us who is this Miss Matoba already !!!

now let's review what we believe are hints to Seiji's sister

someone with a blond long hair

someone who should be able to see Yokai but we've yet to know if this person can or can't (meaning someone NOT Shinobu)

Someone who love or do divination (since Seiji hates it)

someone we never get to know their REAL names (again aside from Shinobu)

someone having an interest in anything Yokai related

someone who should be in this arc.

now tell me, does anyone comes to mind maybe ? someone whom for some reason mysteriously disappeared ever since she set foot into the auction perhaps ??

true, I meant her. Kurara or whatever her name is. no matter which way I slice it she just fit everything in my mind so I just can't help but think she is the REAL Miss Matoba. her disappearing ever since she dropped Natsume isn't really helping her case tbh. she also love and do divination which just so fit with my idea that his sister have something to do with divination which's why he isn't a big fan to that ><

and I said it to a friend, I just won't believe who's Seiji's sister till I see them both facing each other so nope I won't fall for Midorikawa-sensei trap AGAIN!!!

I know this might be far-fetched but I just couldn't stop thinking about it since alot was bothering me and I read into many things too much maybe but I HAD to let it out my chest so yup here you have it <3

-Bonus :Ultra small crazy theory

this one is ... ummm... listen... I know Seiji is making me go crazy and this one I just DON'T have any proof to really back it up like him hating divination because of his sister so just take this with grain of salt ... it just ... I WANTED TO JUST SHARE IT SINCE MY FIREND WAS GONNA KILL ME OF HOW CRAZY I AM TO COME UP WITH THIS !!!!

i mean if I said ... Kuro Misa (Black Misa) might refer to two people will you say I'm going crazy? haha ha ha

Seiji is very handsome indeed, but would you describe him as "doll-like beauty" ?? (you are to me at least, don't worry) not with that eyepatch at least, right ? if there's someone whom I would say is a "doll-like beauty." it would be Kurara.

one line hit me as being weird and my mind went "wait!! is it possible?!! what if ...!!!!" ever since I moved with the line of thoughts that Kurara is Seiji's sister ... umm... it's rumors and I know people never really know much about Kuro Misa ... but certain line felt off to me which was "she was beautiful like a doll" when describing Kuro Misa before we know it was actually Seiji's other hidden identity.

Kuro Misa wear a black veil that no one ever saw her face or have any idea what kind of a person she is, so it won't be far-fetched for people not to notice if it's two different person under the veil.

and it didn't help my case that this arc started with Kurara like this ... even Natsume thought she was Kuro Misa ><

this brings me to think that, what if Seiji created Kuro Misa in respond to his sister? so that he can keep an eye on her movement or to at least be in the same circle as her. which's why he picked such a character that is so unlike him since he just hate divination so why bother being known as someone famous of such a thing?? (I swear this man deserve all the respect for all the things he just do to protect his clan but no one ever appreciate it T^T)

Seiji also said that wearing a veil is very helpful since it will help him to recognize the faces of anyone whom tries to come closer to him to uncover his secrets, but what if a hidden/indirect meaning is also that if someone whom thought he was his sister thus come closer to talk to him that would help him recognize his enemies or the people his sister tried to make contact with to let them join her side in her fight against the Matoba clan !!

I know all of this might not make any sense, and as I said this one is just a very crazy theory of mine that won't be true mostly but was fun to think about .. if I hit it close to the truth I'd be very shocked of myself tbh xDD

if you read it to the end I just thank you for bearing with me and my crazy thoughts and theories ~

don't mind my english if it sounded weird or such, not my native language.

If anyone have anything to add or wanna correct anything I'd be glad and happy to hear it, and if you think I'm crazy it's okay xDD

I can't wait for the next chapter to just drop since I'm losing my mind over thinking everything and coming up with crazy thought and theories while waiting ><

#natsume yuujinchou #matoba seiji #Shinobu #Kurara #natsume takashi #natsuyuu #Haru's theories #just me going crazy cuz I think about Seiji alot and everything related to him #the funny part was that I was thinking about Natori/Seiji but then I jumped to Seiji and his sister #I just have too many things on my mind when it comes to this manga #espacially Seiji .. he just make me lose my mind okay #I wonder if I can also share my other theories or analysis of this manga ?#this one been on my mind for a long time since I read the last chapter #but my health issue is just won't let me do whatever I want I guess #glad this saw the light of the day at least xD #if anyone find it interesting then I'd be happy #cuz I know how crazy my thoughts can be xDD

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paring: Hiei x GN!Reader

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You hummed quietly to yourself, to a tune that had no name but seemed to have a hold on your memory regardless, as you slowly and carefully cataloged and put away a new shipment of books your store was just provided. Fully immersing, and enjoying, yourself in the quiet ambiance your old bookstore provided you.

Most would complain, or even be creeped out, by the old and dark building; to refuse to spend a moment within its walls after the sun went down, for the atmosphere would haunt and linger on their skin - for after dark it always appeared uninviting.

But not you.

To you, the smell of books and old wood brought you comfort. For it always had even when you were a young child. Books always provided you with wisdom, and adventure, and were a constant companion. They were never fleeting or as fickle as the people around you. To see and be surrounded by books always gave you the same feeling of nostalgia, the kind you would find when you saw an old friend once again.

So it only made sense when you grew up that you wanted to hold onto that feeling; to want to learn, study, and be around the literature of ancient and modern. To you, there was no better way to fulfill that desire than to make a living around books. To sell and give to others the wonder, amazement, and comfort you had always experienced.

You prided yourself in your business too, how could you not? You were the only bookstore within miles to carry everything, anything, that a person could want. From classic old literature and poems, to grand adventures, to sweet and swoon-worthy romances, to even horrors that could shake the core of any man. That stories of unshakeable friendships and love, to the cryptic and horror, could all be found within your walls.

Due to the entirety of this, all sorts of people would come to you. Whether it be to help them get inspiration from the fantastical, help ease them through a broken heart, help them feel a thrill of the unknown, or to help them learn and research things they have never learned before.

And it was always those who wanted to come to you for research that always stayed within your mind; deep in your memory. For those people always seemed to want to learn things that perhaps they should not, and that always piqued your interest.

One such person was a raven-haired man. Short in stature, but within his eyes was the most beautiful shade of ruby; one that could rival the splendor and beauty of the gem itself. He was always curt, the questions he asked of you were always short and sounded more like a demand than an inquiry. And he never stayed long. Always used a quick stride to get what he needed, always left his money on your counter before you could properly ask for the appropriate payment, and he would always leave without even so much as a nod in your direction.

It was made clear through his actions that he wanted nothing more than to avoid you; to spare himself the chance to interact with you at all cost.

But despite what his actions were trying to convey, trying to do, he still intrigued you. Not due to his seemingly rude behavior, but rather the knowledge he wished to inquire about. The kind of books he wished to purchase from you - all of them books on demons.

You never questioned his desire to learn about them, that was a principle you always carried with all your patrons - it was not your business what they chose to come to you for - but you still couldn’t help but be intrigued with him.

Perhaps it was those ruby eyes that drew you in. That held you against your will and made you wish to seek out their gaze over and over again.

After that first encounter, you tried to engage with him the scarce few times he returned to your store; tried your best to make polite conversation. Your efforts were always rebuffed with a roll of those enchanting eyes. But you were nothing if not persistent, your want to know more ever-present since childhood, and there was nothing more you wanted to uncover in this world than the man who always appeared at your store late at night and paid you more than what was needed.

But if he refused to speak to you, refused to want to engage in your sweet hello’s whenever he would drop by, then you would just have to get creative.

Notes, that was the only thing your mind could come up with. To pass him along notes in hopes he would understand your want for connection; he had become a regular patron at your store after all. But how to do it was another issue in and of itself.

But a stroke of brilliance struck you late one night as you carefully repaired a book that was damaged by an all-too-eager child. You would leave notes in the books he wished to borrow from you, those he would not be sure would give him what he desired.

It was an all too perfect situation, one that made you have your doubts when you placed your first little letter within the old bindings he wished to look at. You hoped it would be enough to start a least a conversation, but the lingering doubt made you question if it would - wondering if instead, he would find the act creepy and disturbed.

But imagine your surprise when, a week later, that same book sat upon your counter with a note upon it.

It was a strange way to communicate, you would admit. But you knew better than anyone that written words were a better way to convey the feelings one wished to speak; to enthrall a person better than a clumsy conversation.

You assumed that Hiei, the name he had finally given you, thought the same. For without fail the books he would return would always have a continuation to the story thread you had started previously. And sometimes, you would find these little written treasures hidden within books that had sat upon your counter, or those you had yet to put away, or on shelves near where he usually sought your wares.

Hiei had a wonderful way with words, the best you had ever come across - though perhaps that was due to your bias towards him. Nonetheless, he told of who he was and the amazing journey and stories he had endured. Some seemed to be so farfetched you couldn’t bring yourself to believe them. And yet there was an honesty to the elegant scribble, one you could not deny even if you tried your hardest to.

It gave you a new sense of eagerness whenever you would come to open your shop for another day; hoping once more for a rush of exhilaration. To find another elegantly written note left for you in some surprise book - one that he either loved or knew you loved. There was a romance blooming, much like the spring flowers that adorned fields and meadow around your small shop, you could not be convinced otherwise.

But that humming you had let out, your hands that were busy putting away your shipment on their appropriate shelves, came to an end after your reminiscence. It was so harshly cut down by a sense of rejection and sadness when you realized the aisle you were in; the one of theology.

It had now been weeks, if you remembered correctly, since the last note you had written for and given to him. One that was so delicately placed in the latest book within the series he had been so enthralled in, one he had specifically asked about in his last correspondence to you; hoping to purchase it. You hoped, more assumption than anything, that he would respond back right away once he had picked the parcel up.

But assumptions truly did make a mockery of people.

You felt a fool, and your heart could not help but beat and sting with heartbreak. And as the last book was placed delicately in its new home, you sought out the only cure you had ever had in times like this - to read from, and gain comfort, from an old and favoured romance novel.

You opened it, planning to read it as soon as you could, as you made your way back to the front of the store. The soft thud that nearly echoed in the empty building caused you to halt your movements and gaze down at the old oak floors.

And there it was, a note.

One that was now nearly crinkled, that sat just before your feet, that called out to you to pick it up from the cold floor and read the words from the man that you so longed to hear from.

Shopkeeper

I suppose that name seems ridiculous now, at least it does to me. There are so many names I wish to call you now, so many endearments, but I am afraid those such notions may not be reciprocated and thus leave me with merely calling you what you are.

But really you are more than that

Over these past few months, I have learned that. I learned so many things and have had my eyes open to a world I had never known, and truly it is all due to you. All due to the marvelousness that is you.

I have been so blind, ignorant if you will, to the things around me. Shutting myself off from any possibilities that were unknown to me; for reasons, I wish I could explain myself but truly can only chalk it up to fear - fear of the unknown and what it might bring.

But that unknown brought me you. And despite my efforts otherwise, you have proved to be a constant in my life. A presence that took me far too long to acknowledge and even longer to let know how I feel. It has been a slow journey, one that I can only commend you for being so patient with, but now is the time I finally let you know everything that you are to me and who I am.

But that is the thing, isn’t it? I simply cannot find the words to describe all the amazing, and sweet, and wonderful things that make you who you are - it is simply all too much and not enough at the same time. Yet what I do know is that you are one of the only good things within my life, and I treasure you more than anything in this world and the next.

I pray, which is something I rarely do, that you feel the same. That your heart longs just as achingly as mine. And that you will allow me the chance and honor to call you mine; forever and always.

I love you, dear Shopkeeper, and I think I always will.

Hiei

You felt before you could see the teardrops that bloomed on the parchment, your eyes flowing unabashedly with the emotions those words displayed before you provided. Moved beyond belief that someone would ever write to you so heavenly, so celestially, about their declaration of love to you.

Never in your life could you ever imagine something like that could ever happen to you. And yet here you stood with those words staring back at you as you read them over and over again. Not wanting for another moment to take your gaze away from those enchanting words, not caring if the grip you now had with the delicate paper was too tight as you continued to clutch it close to your face.

Your trance was finally broken when the bell to your shop rang loudly in your ears; hurdling you away from the sublime trance you were in.

“S-sorry!” You called out, clearing your throat as best you could “But we are currently closed for the night!”

The voice that responded back, one that claimed “I know you are.”, caught you by surprise in the best possible way you could have imagined at that moment. Eyes shooting up and towards the door, as you watched the man you have fallen so deeply in love with enter; an almost smug smile on his face as he took his usual long gaited strides towards you.

“I wondered when you would get my note” Hiei murmured, not wanting the break the silence too harshly and scare you away “Though I suppose I picked the worst possible place to leave it.”

You shook your head, a smile slowly beaming across your face as you sniffled away your sadness “No no, not at all! In fact, I think this was the perfect place to put it.”

“Maybe, you’re right.” Hiei smiled in turn, reaching to grab hold of your hands - being careful of the note “But regardless, allow me to make this right. Allow me the chance to not only properly apologize for making you wait so long, but the chance to properly earn your love. Without any notes.”

You let out a breathless giggle, one that matched his happy sigh, at his last comment; unable to control your head as it bobbed up and down in acceptance.

“I would love nothing more.”

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