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Every Moment Spent With You Is a Moment I Treasure [Nanashi Mumei x Reader]

You sat on top of a hill that overlooked your quaint little town. The lights from the buildings and houses obscured the night sky, but to you, they took the place of stars, its constellations and legends being the stories you've seen throughout your time there.

"It's a nice summer home..." The person sitting next to you said. From her outfit, she definitely wasn't from around here. Her voice matched her rather gentle looking appearance. She had long brown hair matching with light amber eyes. The pair of owl feathers and the small cloth she had wrapped around her gave her the silhouette of an owl.

"Yeah, it is." You remembered how, just a month ago, it seemed like happenstance that you came across such a cute person. Then it seemed like luck when she asked you to show her around the town and lived with you for the entire month as she learned more about your town and its people.

You know her name was Mumei Nanashi. A name you later found out to basically mean nothing. No memories. No past life. Nothing. All she had were her journals and a floating paper bag with a face. When you asked what she does, she says that it's to record everything she sees.

You decided to scootch over to her to get a glimpse of what she was writing. She was so enraptured in her writing that she didn't notice you sitting right next to her. The paper bag, on the other hand, saw you immediately. Despite giving you a glare, once it noticed you were only wanting to look at her journal, it smiled and closed its eyes in joy.

You eyed the text that was written. It had brief, basic notes scribbled all across the pages. It included the names of restaurants and shops you had gone to, seemingly random topics you discussed with her, and even a drawing of an ice cream float she had at the pop shop.

Mumei looked over to you and gave a smile as she undid her cape.

"Are you cold?" She asked you, extending one end of her cape over to you.

"N-no... Just..." You continued to read.

"I see... Do you think I've accurately wrote the history of this place?" Mumei asked you, her eyes inquisitively looked at yours. This, complete with a cock of her head, reminded you yet again of an owl. She was so... oddly cute. You weren't sure how to put it, but you knew you wanted to sit next to her for more than just seeing her notes.

"Yeah... You have some nice penmanship..." That's when something caught your ears. "Wait, history?" The words she wrote were simple descriptions of various places. Even this hill you were on had notes for how it was a good place to relax. If anything, this would be more of a tour guide than a history book.

"Yes... I'm... not sure if I told you this... I'm kind of forgetful... But..." She turned over a page. You read how life was like in Boston... thirty years ago. There were descriptions of people not having enough to eat or how money was seldom seen. Were it not for your parents telling you how bad it was when they were young, you'd think these were notes for a pulp horror story.

"What... is all this?" You asked her.

"It's... my duty to record the history of mankind..." She turned the page to show France from sixty years ago... Then Africa from ninety. What even stranger was that the notes for each place she visited were written in the language of that place. Eventually, she got to the first page where it described a time where Japan was at war with itself.

"This was when I got my name..." She pointed to a series of kanji that were larger than the other sets of kanji. "It's the only thing that stuck with me." Your jaw dropped... How long did this woman live for? Were those sci-fi comics true? Was she some sort of time traveler?