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and
walked away. Unfortunately for us all, no one could have predicted
our terrible future.
    “ Now, how should we go about this?" pondered
Taisei.
    I backed up slowly until my heels hit the fence. His face
didn't look aggressive, but that just made him scarier. I was
certain   he was
planning the most effective way to beat my face
in.   I
considered running for my life, but I had a feeling they'd soon
catch me.
"Your name is
Daisuke Matsumoto right?" Said the big guy named Kiyori.
"Oh yeah,
would it be alright if we took a look at your ID?" asked
Taisei.
I hesitantly
reached for my wallet while keeping one eye on them (in case they
attempted to make a grab for it), pulled out my school ID card, and
handed it to Taisei.
All five of
them crowded around in a circle. The curly-haired guy called Souta
didn't fit, so he had to jump up and down behind Kurumi's shoulder
to get a better look.
"Wow you're
right, his name really is Daisuke Matsumoto," said Kiyori.
"Its even
written the same way and everything," said Souta.
It was almost
comical to watch them all hovering over my school ID. I used to
think I was a pretty cool guy, but I knew I wasn't famous enough to
receive that amount of awe. "Hey guys,” I coughed.
    “ What's so interesting about that card?"
Taisei held
it up to the light and turned it back and forth like he was
checking for errors. "Sorry, here you go," he handed it back to me.
"You wouldn't happen to be related to a different guy called
Daisuke Matsumoto would you?"
"Yeah," I
shrugged, trying to think of the best way to explain the
relationship between the other Daisuke and I. "I had an older
brother with the same name."
I watched
their draws drop open. It's hard to describe their shock in words,
so I wish I had a camera. Souta pounced, grabbed me by the
shoulders, and began to shake me back and forth.
"Really! Are
you serious? Was Daisuke Matsumoto really your brother?" His voice
was higher than I expected and it almost hurt my ears.
    “ Shut up Souta,” muttered Kiyori. He then turned to me and
narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “You're not making this up are
you?”
I attempted
to pry Souta's fingers from my shoulders. “Well actually more like
my step brother, his father adopted me.”
    “ I see, so you were adopted by Kousuke Matsumoto, that's
pretty cool,” said Taisei. “But also kind of creepy that you have
the same name,” he added.
    “ So he's not actually related,” said Kurumi. “That's kind of
disappointing.”
    “ Didn't I say you were going to be disappointed,” said
Itsuki.
    “ But if you're the adopted son of Kousuke Matsumoto then you
should know all about the Obake?” asked Taisei.
    “ Of course,” I said. I thought back to all
the tales of Obake that Grandpa told me as a child. I found
it   odd
that these people also knew about his Obake obsession. I'd never
considered that he may have been a well-known Obake
expert.
    “ That's good,” said Taisei. “So I guess we don't have to hide
that we're exorcists from you.”
    “ Exorcists?”   I muttered in confusion. Unless
I'd misheard, I was certain he'd claimed they were exorcists. I
pictured all five of them dressed up as priests with a cross in one
hand and a bottle of holy water in the other. I'd seen a few movies
about possessed people who called upon the help of exorcists to
drive out the devil inside, but I never knew that such people could
also be high school students.
    “ So you deal with possessed people?” I asked sceptically. I
had a feeling they were either making it up, or it was one of those
role-playing clubs were people dressed up and pretended to be
fantasy characters.
    “ Sometimes,” said Taisei. “But we usually exterminate
Obake.”
    “ Oh so you exterminate Obake,” I decided to
play along. I once got into an argument with the class nerd who
used to believe he was an alien and I didn't wish to repeat the
experience. “ That's
nice .”
    “ Yeah, pretty much. Hey do you want to see some