ACIEL'S DIARY : INDIGO
OPENING SHEETS: THOSE THAT ARE INVISIBLE

I don't know what the trigger was or when it all started. But as far as I can remember, since childhood I've seen quite a lot of things with both of my eyes.

Surely it will not be a problem if I see something that is commonly seen by many people, but unfortunately not so.

Something I can see, and not be seen by anyone else. That is something that exists in this world but at the same time also does not exist. Something unknown, and not to be known.

They are called spirits.

Or so I called it, because they themselves told me about it.

For others who cannot see it, they are commonly referred to as ghosts, spirits or spirits. But to be honest, the Spirits will get upset when the one who can't see them calls them that.

The ability to see the Spirits that I have had since birth.

When I was a kid, I never once thought that ability was something strange or special, Therefore I also assume that everyone around me has the same thing and can see all the Spirits around them.

But my assumption is a big mistake.

And the result of that mistake was me being labeled as a crazy kid, a liar who wanted attention, a weird kid and a creepy kid.

It made all the kids my age get away from me and sometimes it also bothered me by throwing some rocks at me. The adults looked at me with a gaze filled with fear and anticipation.

I couldn't understand why everyone couldn't see it, then called me a liar and talked about a lot of hurtful things behind my back.

And for the spirits who are aware that I can see them also doing pranks by bothering me to relieve their boredom.

They made quite a lot of mess involving people near me, thanks to which I had the additional nickname of being an unlucky carrier.

At that time I also really did not understand why all the Spirits I saw were so happy when they knew that I could see them.

Made them do a lot of things to bother me, then laugh out loud afterwards.

They really add a lot of trouble to my life.

But as time went on, as I grew, I understood many things that I did not know before.

Both the abilities I have, the views of those near me, and the views of the Spirits I see.

All of them refer to the word strange, abnormal, shock, fear, alert, anticipation, interesting and many other things. But for my current self, I don't really care about any of that.

I accepted everything as a part of myself and wholeheartedly lived an ordinary life while realizing a fact where I could see the Spirits, which many around me could not see.

All right, with this let's start his self-introduction.

My name is Aciel Luciel.

A fourteen-year-old boy, sitting in third grade Junior High. The only uniqueness that exists in me is the fact that I can see something that no one else can see.

Those who have eyes to see many things are invisible. In other words, I am an Indigo.

Greetings.

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The crane! The crane! The crane! The crane!

The sound of an alarm clock that exerts pressure on the ears is blaring and spreading to all directions from the warehouse around it. The noise made a few pieces of dust fall from the ceiling, coming down my nose and—

"—Hachoooww!!"

With a quarter of the consciousness still attached to my head, I immediately sat down while sneezing a few times.

The crane! The crane! The crane! The crane! Kriiiiiiiiing!!

"Whispering!! I also had the same nightmare today!!" Unknowingly, I raised my hand and hit the alarm without the needle shaking violently beside me. Throw it and hit the wall hard.

The alarm went off on the spot.

Trying to gather more awareness, I took a deep breath and patted the cheek gently, then looked at the slightly dusty shed floor, or rather at something moving there.

That is, in a mouse, of course, it is not an ordinary mouse.

More precisely a white mouse with a bushy gray mustache, has two tails and six legs plus three small horns growing on its head. The rat dragged a loaf of bread behind him while walking upright in front of me.

He is a rat spirit that inhabits the warehouse where I live, I call him—

"—Jerry, what time is it?" I asked in a slow tone.

Jerry stopped his steps and turned his white-haired mouse face towards me.

His nose twitches followed by several shifts in the look of his face, for ordinary humans such changes are not very clear but certainly different for those of me who are used to it. Jerry currently put on an annoyed expression.

"Well, who are you calling Jerry? Didn't I tell you before, if every Spirit has its own name? Don't give us names. I've said it many times and this will be the last time, next time I'll make sure to curse you."

In contrast to his small appearance, Jerry had a very heavy voice and was enough to exert pressure. It made the threat he made sound convincing, I shrugged my shoulders to respond.

"And haven't I said this many times before? To tell you your name if you don't want me to give you another nickname. You can count it in return because I let you steal bread from the family kitchen that houses me." I said, giving a pretty strong tone.

"For a Spirit like us, a name is something that describes our own life. There are even some Spirits who consider their names far more precious than their lives, how could I possibly tell such an important thing to a human boy like you, right?"

Jerry spit, then continued.

"And so, you say return of favor? Because I stole this bread? From the start I didn't need any help from you to get it so why should I return the favor? For a human boy, you're pretty crazy."

"No no, because you stole the bread, the family that's on me is starting to suspect myself of being the thief. They even asked me a few questions after school yesterday and punished myself by not letting me eat dinner."

"Don't you just have to tell them if I stole it?"

"Of course I would do that with pleasure, if I could. The problem is that only I'm a human being who can see you and the rest of the people aren't, they're gonna think I'm crazy and make me move again. I've been pretty comfortable living in this barn so at least let me stay another two to three months, okay? Don't steal until then." I put my hands together and lowered my head, towards Jerry.

The sight of a human pleading with a mouse makes me feel a little dizzy when I think about it but I have no other choice at the moment.

And the answer to that sincere plea is—

"—Why should I listen to the requests of a human boy like you? Get lost." Said Jerry in a tone that described disgust.

This rat, isn't he raising himself too high? He was only a Low-Level Spirit. I'm trying to sort things out fine here but it seems like it's useless.

Then I just need to use another option, which is coercion.

I stood up and walked over to Jerry, stretched my hand towards him and a whitish-blue light slowly emerged from the palm I pointed at the albino mouse's spirit.

"Hm? What are you doing?" Ask Jerry.

I ignored her and without saying anything, continued to bring my hand closer to her until—

"Aciel!! Wake up!! It's morning!!"

—Until a strong pounding sound comes on the warehouse door in front.