Wooo! Two days in a row! XD Let's see if I can make it three

"You're a yo-?!" A small pair of hands are quickly clamped over my mouth before I can utter another word, the startled face of Tsurara looking around nervously for anyone who may have heard.

Aotabo scratches the back of his neck awkwardly at my response. 

The moment I'd stepped into school Tsurara had practically pounced on me, dragging me away to a spot behind the main building much to Rikuo and Kana's confusion. Aotabo had been there, already waiting, only for Tsurara to then tell me that he was also a yokai of the Nura house.

I pull her hand away, sweat dropping. "Sorry. Sorry. It's just-" I look up at Aotabo, "are there any other yokai disguised as students I should know about?"

He runs a hand through his dark hair, thinking, which actually takes me aback. "Wait, there are?! Seriously?"

Tsurara pouts and folds her arms over her chest, "Kubinashi, Kappa, Kejoro and Kurotabo are also here today, despite their presence not being needed."

I gape. "They're all here? All of them? Is this normal for this school?"

"They're here under orders to protect Rikuo-sama." Aotabo explains sullenly, sticking his hands into his pant pockets. "The young master needed more security."

At this I blink, now even more confused than before. "I'm sorry. What? Why does Rikuo-san need security?"

Tsurara turns to give the giant an icy glare, as if he'd just revealed information he wasn't supposed to. He looks a little guilty under the younger girls gaze, and I raise my hands in defense, not wanting her to look at me in the same manner. Now I know she's a yuki-onna I need to be more cautious. One wrong move and she might freeze me, not on purpose of course, but you never know. "I-it's okay if you can't tell me. Clan stuff right? I won't pry into business that isn't mine."

Tsurara sighs in relief, a small frosty cloud escaping from between her lips. "Alright!" She suddenly proclaims, raising a determined fist, "now that that's out of the way we can get back to class! Katsumi-chan must also keep Aotabo's secret as well, right?"

"Um, yeah. Of course." I share a look with the guy, who gives a small awkward smile. Apart from this official meeting, I've never actually really talked to Aotabo much before. I'd simply heard rumours of how he was the leader of a bike gang which, if I'm perfectly honest, does sound pretty cool. I'd love to ride a motorcycle, even if only once.

The bell goes and Tsurara grabs my sleeve with a smile, pulling me along to class as Aotabo goes his separate way.

On the way, I keep a careful look out from the corner of my eye for a floating head, or a webbed-handed boy.

"Rikuo-kun! What's the meeting about today?" Tsurara asks peppily as she enters our club room, having finally reached the end of the school day and now expected to continue with club activities.

"Beats me." Is his reply as I lean against the wall, my thoughts else where. I'd been daydreaming an awful lot today, which wasn't like me. But I just can't seem to get that black-and-white haired yokai boy from my thoughts; the one with the cherry red eyes. Why today of all days he should be glued to my mind I don't know, but I have an unnatural urge to want to see him again, even after our disastrous last encounter.

Kiyotsugu finally proclaiming his work to be done brings me back to reality, turning my attention to the large computer screen he'd been working on as I push off the wall to get a better look.

"What's this?" Tsurara inquires curiously, also stepping forward with Rikuo.

"Fufufu. What does it look like, I wonder?" Our president replies back cryptically, though he clearly knows what it is.

"A map of Japan?" I ask uncertainly after a moment of analysing the green and blue blobs, the edges of the screen covered in pie charts.

"Ding, ding!! Sylva-san is correct! This is the 'country-wide yokai distribution map'! It's a collaboration between myself and Adashihara Sensei!"

I glance over to Rikuo and Tsurara, relieved to find I'm not the only one who has no idea what he's going on about, judging by their facial expressions.

"Whaaat? Kiyotsugu-kun's made something again?" Saori teases from the other side of the room, where Torii and Kana are doing some weird type of yoga.

Kiyotsugu, apparently having not heard, motions for everyone to come over, "hey guys, take a look at these marks." He taps a few keys. "These are the regions where yokai appear, which we were able to find in the literature. But we can also make it a bar graph, like showing rainfall." He changes the symbols marking locations on the map into tall rectangular pillars, exactly like how a bar graph would look.

Tsurara leans in, "when you look at it like this, they're much higher in the west. Especially in Kyoto, and...Shikoku?"

I peer over her shoulder for a better view, now also more interested in what our crazy president has discovered. I don't notice it, but Rikuo gives me a nervous look at our sudden close proximity, stepping back slightly to give me more room.

"That's right! Whether you're looking at population or history, Shikoku and the area around the centre of the country are areas with a high frequency of yokai appearances. The only major areas are places like the northeast and Kansai. It may be minor, but you could probably call this the yokai kingdom." Kiyotsugu says this as if it were his own personal achievement, leaning confidently against his desk with a smug look on his face.

"Hey, Yura-chan's from Kyoto, right?" Torii suddenly speaks up, remembering this small piece of information. We all look around for said girl, but then remember that she isn't here today.

"Now that I think about it, she leaves early on the 5th and 20th, doesn't she?" Kana recalls with a thoughtful expression.

"Eh? Why's that?"

"I don't know. Maybe we should ask her."

The conversation now lapsing into something non-yokai related, I run a hand through my hair and lean against the desk Kiyotsugu is working at again, bringing forward a handful of pink strands to inspect warily. I've been thinking of re-dying my hair black lately, since the pink will probably wash out soon. Though I'm also torn between the idea of blue hair.

Turning to ask a fellow female her opinion on hair, since Kiyotsugu and Rikuo would be useless in this department, I find both Tsurara and Rikuo with their attentions turned to the large glass window, or more specifically in the sky beyond. Forgetting my hair I move over to them and also attempt to peer out.

"What are you guys staring at?" I ask innocently, trying to peer around Rikuo.

Tsurara makes to move and give me room, but is prevented so by Rikuo suddenly freaking out and actually attempting to block my view.

"Oh, uh. It's nothing Umi-san. You wouldn't be interested." He stretches his arms up, a bead of sweat rolling down his temples at his terrible lie, and I almost feel offended. I catch Tsurara performing an 'X' with her arms, shaking her head out of Rikuo's sight. I take this as a sign that it's probably yokai related, and shake my head at Rikuo good naturedly.

"Sure, if you say so Rikuo-san."

He releases a sigh of relief when I turn back to try and direct my hair question to Torii or Saori, only to stop dead when I find Kana glaring at me suspiciously. Well this is weird. Did I do something wrong to provoke such a hostile look from her?

I give a weak smile and raise my hand up in a small awkward wave, to then have her shake her head in realization of what she was doing and quickly turn back to her yoga with Torii. But seriously, why was she looking at me like that? Now I'm paranoid.

I feel Kana's stare for the rest of the evening within the club room, constantly looking over at me when she thinks I'm looking away. It's beginning to creep me out. I like Kana, and think she's a pretty strong girl considering everything I've watched her go through. But now she's really putting me on edge, and I keep looking down at my hands just in case I've changed and haven't realized it, and that's why she keeps looking at me.

Oh god! What if she's finally figured out I'm not human?! I mean I've been careful and all, not attending any P.E classes due to my ridiculous metabolism; giving away as little detail as I can on specific yokai knowledge. Did she get tipped off by how fast my injuries healed maybe? I knew I should've given it longer before removing that bandage from my arm back when I was bitten.

I fiddle with my fingers nervously on the walk home, having been persuaded by Tsurara to take the train back with them for the first time. My brother had finally gotten me that discount, just like he'd said, so I really had no other excuse not to take the train anymore. Plus I'd be with Tsurara and everyone, which was an encouragement.

I glance over my shoulder, both pleased and a little amused to find Kubinashi, Kappa and Kejoro still following us back.