Dear @astyet! I’m your @natsume-ss this year! I tried my best writing this small story, but forgive me if it’s have any mistakes, because English is not my first language. I tried to work with requested topic about founding family and touch starving, so this thing was born. I hope you will enjoy it! Marry Christmas!
“It’s a Wonderful life”.
No warnings. Characters: Natsume, Fujiwara couple, Nyanko-sensei.
Despite the fact that Christmas was not a really revered holiday in those lands, devoted to shintoism and other older traditions, Touko-san was obviously not against diversifying her domestic routine.
“Takashi-kun, would you keep me company?” she turned to the boy, who was sitting a little bit sleepy in front of his early morning breakfast. “I want to go to the city and buy Christmas decorations to embellish our house. We can have a good time and I'll give you money so you can buy something for yourself too!”
Surprised, Natsume raised his usually respectfully bowed head.
“Of course, Touko-san! And there's no need to spend anything, I'm anyway will..”
“Don't even think about arguing,” woman smiled, adding another boiled egg on boy’s plate. “Unfortunately, we don't have frequent opportunities to treat you, but, of course, we should!”
Natsume was given some time to put himself together. Brushing hair in front of the mirror, he caught himself feeling uncharacteristically anxious. How should he behave with Touko-san? They rarely spent time together in idleness, usually they were united by some house work or during having their meal. But now they were going to... Have fun?
"Almost as if we were mother and son,” Natsume thought, embarrassed by his own fantasy. He took a closer look in the mirror, trying to imagine himself as someone else, some other boy who had grown up in the caring hands of Touko and Shigeru since the beginning of his life. His imagination resisted, unable to present a sufficiently clear image...
“Mall will be noisy and stuffy, you won't like it there,” Touko-san coaxed Nyanko-sensei, as if she knew that he could really understand human speech. “Stay home, we'll bring you a tasty treat!”
Yokai glanced eloquently at Natsume through woman, hinting at what would happen if they forgot about the promised treat.
“Don't be upset, Sensei," Natsume's voice slightly changed as if he were talking to an ordinary cat, which made Madara terribly angry. “'ll buy you some fried shrimp!”
... Still, it was sad and uncomfortable without Sensei's company. Natsume was used to the warmth of his weighty round body, which he was used to carrying in his arms, feeling the soft fur under his fingers. He rarely thought about how nice it actually felt to be touched by other creatures, whether human or yokai. But now, for some reason, it came to his mind so clearly that it made him want to clench his fists. Touko-san, however, didn't let him indulge in unpleasant feelings for too long. She chirped, talking about what she had read in an interior design magazine, about what Shigeru-san liked to eat on New Year's Eve, about how they celebrated Winter holidays when she was younger. Natsume himself didn't notice how he got caught up in her stories, distracted by the heaviness in his heart.
The city was really noisy… Touko-san dragged Natsume to a fast food restaurant, buying all kinds of delicious things like fries, burgers and nuggets with different colorful sauces. To her trying all of this was something almost illegal. Touko-san giggled, covering her mouth with her palm after each bite. Natsume, however, honestly and directly admitted to her that he thought her cooking was far more delicious. It’s made Touko-san both pleased and upset, because Natsume did not appreciate the "special having-fun food”
Choosing the decor turned out to be a lot of fun. Touko-san asked Natsume's opinion of every trinket she saw, and Natsume really tried to take it seriously. When he and Touko-san found themselves in some particularly crowded place amongst ribbons, scented candles and daisy chains, woman took Natsume palm at hers, so they wouldn't be separated. The gentle warmth of her dry skin, the unobtrusive smell of perfume, the sparkle of her modest jewelry... Natsume caught himself smiling like a fool, mesmerized by quivering beauty of this woman, which treated him better than anyone else in his conscious life. He was sorry when she let him go near the desk to pay and pick up shopping bags.
Their train the village was still an hour away, and Touko-san insisted that they with Natsume should split up and each go shopping on their own.
As was promised, she gave the boy a few bills, which were enough to make a decent purchase. No matter how much Natsume refused, he had to take the money and remain alone in the crowded hallway of the mall in a slight shock and not knowing where to go. His first thought was to just sit down and wait for Touko-san to come back, then give her the money and go home peacefully as it would be time to leave for the train station. However, he had to admit that woman was trying to please him for a whole day, and as unaccustomed and anxious as he was to accept such care, it was still worth it to return Touko-san's gratitude. Looking around carefully, he spotted an interesting store and headed there. Then they meet again with Touko-san, she has another colorful bag with mystery content and he has a box full of treats for Nyanko-sensei.
The evening at Fujiwara's house was very different from all previous ones. Touko-san, Natsume, and even Nyanko-sensei (with the best of his paws abilities of course) decorated the house with red flowers, fairy-lights, colorful glittering balls and candlesticks. When Shigeru-san returned from work, the burning candles greeted him with soft light in the windows.
“Shigeru-san, Takashi-kun, I have a gift for both of you," Touko-san proudly announced after a dinner consisting of treats bought in the city. “Or rather, it's for the three of us and maybe for a Nyankichi…”
Sensei looked up at her, briefly taking his eyes off his precious shrimp. Touko-san went out into the corridor and returned with a small cardboard box.
“It's a projector. I thought we could get together occasionally to relax and watch and discuss movies. It still needs a special screen to go with, but it will have to wait until I collect some money again. Salesman said it's okay to use the blanket without patterns for now...”
Not only Natsume, but Shigeru-san as well, clapped his eyes in surprise. It came as a complete surprise to both of them. The silence lingered so long that Touko-san became nervous. Shigeru-san, of course, found himself first and rushed to help his wife install the projector, kissing her on the top of her head at the same time.
“Such a wonderful idea, Touko-san,” he smiled.
Natsume didn't know what to say, but he helped too, and hung the blanket in their humble living room, carefully smoothing out every crease on it. Somehow he felt strangely anxious, as if he were about to do something terrible. His stomach clenched and his hands began to tremble. This could be explained by the presence of an evil spirit, but Nyanko-sensei didn't even lift a finger. He seemed quite interested in the projector, and when Touko-san finally sat down on the cushions, plumped down on her lap, making the fragile woman quietly groan from his weight.
“Colleague gave me this CD a long time ago and told me that this movie is watched at Christmas in USA,”Shigeru-san brought a flat box with the CD from his office, where there was a TV and a shelf with a few movie collections. No one forbade Natsume to go in there and watch whatever he wanted, but he was shy and never took advantage of the invitation.
There was a picture of a beautiful couple in brightly colored outfits on the box, but the movie itself was colorless. Natsume was fascinated by what was happening on the screen, noting to himself how different the old movies were from the ones Natori-san was starring in. The film seemed to convey something other than the image-the very soul of the actors and the deeper meaning of the story being told.
Not even halfway through the film, Natsume was already feeling sleepy. The day had been long, stomach was full, and Natsume felt warm on both sides of his body. Anxious slowly gone from him… Adults sat on either side of the boy, just as gradually relaxing and touching their dear Takashi with their shoulders. When the child sniffled softly, Shigeru gently put arm around his shoulders. Takashi unconsciously snuggled against the man, trying through sleep to get the warmth and such desirable touch. The adoptive parents leaned over their child, both simultaneously feeling a rush of unspeakable tenderness.
“Do you think he is happy with us?” Touko asked her husband, gazing at Natsume's face anxiously as if trying to see the signs of unhappiness there.
“I think so," her husband said, brushing a little bit of hair away from Natsume's face. “This boy will have a Wonderful Life from now on.”
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