MoD: A Strange Youkai of Sorts

Summary: Natsume saves a strong foreign youkai from falling into Matoba's hands except... it was not actually what he thought.

Natsume Takashi was a trouble magnet that was for sure. He blamed it on his power to see beings that are not meant to be seen by humans.

Ayakashi

Of course, the same power had lumped him into this predicament when he outwitted Matoba from sealing a youkai and when said youkai decided to tag along with him.

"Hello I'm Potter Harry!" the youkai greeted as he extended his hand to shake which Natsume accepted, bewildered because this particular being was rather friendly for a change.

He sounded foreign too and all he heard was Potteru Hari.

When Natsume asked for clarification, Harry was not offended and even said that He's British.

Natsume never knew that there were even youkai from England.

"Hey Natsume, don't be fooled by his human skin!" Nyanko-sensei hissed in warning.

"Eh? I don't eat humans, Neko-san."

"It's Nyanko-sensei!"

Natsume sighed as he studied the youkai. Messy midnight black hair framed his pale face and he wore jeans and a black t-shirt. He looked normal enough until you peered into his bright green eyes behind his fashionable glasses.

"You are?"

Natsume flushed, forgetting to introduce himself, "Natsume Takashi and that cat is Nyanko-sensei"

"After cats that brings good luck?"

"Yes."

Nyanko-sensei looked rather put off being ignored and transformed into his other form and growled at Harry.

"You reek of Death," Nyanko-sensei bristled and moved in between Harry and Natsume "What are you? A foreign Shinigami?"

Natsume widened his eyes at that and looked at the calm Harry who only gave a small smile.

"So this is Madara whom I've heard. You do look glorious."

"Flattery won't work, shinigami," the beast huffed though Natsume could feel that he was pleased with the compliment.

"And as for who I am... I was human, that was true but they call me a lot of titles," Harry gave a coy smirk "They call me guardian of life."

"Master of Death," Madara bowed respectfully and warily much to Natsume's surprise. "What brings you here?"

"To be honest, I was just wondering about the culture of Japan," Harry- or the Master of Death admitted sheepishly. "I never thought that humans here can be capable of trapping me even for a short while."

"You could have escaped?" Natsume asked interested.

"Of course! Nobody can chain Death for a long time."

Natsume looked at him pensively,"Are you Death?"

Harry only looked amused,"No. But I am his Master."

Natsume blinked, slowly taking in the emerald eyed teen's information. "So you're only here for a vacation?"

"Yup."

"You're strange, Potter-san."

"Just as strange as the human who befriends spirits, Natsume-kun."

The human boy gave a small rueful smile in response. Harry Potter wasn't really bad at all.