Lifing through the pages I found you

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There was a white light in what looked like a cramped room made of stone blocks, with no windows, little to no furniture and only one exit, a door that seemed to be leading out into a very long, narrow and dark hallway built in the same manner as the room. The room was lit up with a couple of candles and something glowing a bright, white light, illuminating a small bookshelf, an even smaller desk with a creaky old chair that looked like it was an ever old one

The source of the white light seemed to be a blank book a man in his late thirties or early forties was writing in. He had a hat resting on the desk beside him, revealing his three-colored hair. He was fairly tall and dressed like a classic English gentleman, yet the shape of his features screamed Asian. A fancy walking stick rested against the desk.

What was most notable was that, for each word written into the book, seemingly, matching characters made of white light burst to life in strings around him.

One did not need to be a genius to realize it: this was the Book. The one Fitzgerald was ready to burn Yokohama to the ground for. The Book capable of making anything written in it reality!

the writing man Natsume continue to write and write and write until he finally stopped. With a deep breath, he put down his fountain pen, let the words dry a bit and then closed the Book. With a sudden, bright flash and a boom not unlike thunder following lightning, something almost visibly shifted. Not in the room, but seemingly in the world in general the man put the now gently glowing Book back under the glass lid on the pedestal, locking it and then turning to leave. The world shifted again . When the world settled again, it was to Natsume casually strolling down the halls of what looked like the headquarters of the Special Division for Unusual Abilities when his phone started ringing.

As he paused, shuffling some papers into only one hand so he could easily answer the device.

"Hello, Gen'emon-bozo, to what do I owe the pleasure, my young friend?"

Yes, Gen'emon-sama was the previously youngest Executive. He was considered a born mafio despite coming from nothing. He was promoted for being the most efficient subordinate of his generation. He was often hailed as a ghost in black. He did not have a single failed mission on his resume when he retired early to start a family with another high ranking mafioso. Well, Tsushima Tane-dono was hardly a mafioso, other than through birthright. It was literally in her blood. She was, after all, the old Boss' favorite daughter. She wasn't much interested in the Port Mafia's business and instead pleaded with her father to let her live a normal life with her lover, or so the rumors say.

"Natsume-senpai!" A male voice said through the speaker, drawing everyone's attention back to the scene playing out in front of them. "You wouldn't believe what I'm about to tell you!"

"Oh? Why don't you tell me anyway and I'll decide whether I believe it or not, hmm?" The three-color-haired man teased, fondness clear in his tone.

"Tane's pregnant! We're going to have a baby!" Gen'emon cheered and Natsume lit up before their eyes like a Christmas tree.

"Really? Are you certain? Do you need me to find you the best doctors in the country to monitor the pregnancy? I know and Ability user-"

"Yes, we're sure, Natsume-senpai," came the overjoyed but also amused reply. "Tane is two months along and the doctors say this one has a high rate of actually making it! I can't believe this miracle! Just when we were about to give up, too ... I don't know what either of us has done in this or any other past life for karma to bless us this much, but I will make certain that I repay whatever higher power gave us this."

"That's wonderful, Gen'emon-bozo. I'm really happy for you. Congratulations! May your child arrive healthy and energetic!" Natsume said sincerely, so sincerely that, with the little given context they received from this conversation alone, it moved the hearts of all watching. The conversation continued for a good twenty minutes, with Natsume offering all sorts of aid and help, asking questions about the mother and when the baby would be due before he had to end the call since he was, apparently, already ten minutes late for a meeting.