Heheh... This is my first fanfic for Nurarihyon no Mago, and Guess What? I did it with one of my best friends, Eevee-Chan (not her real name). We had a lot of fun writing this, so we hope you have as much fun reading it!
As always, a disclaimer: No, we sadly do NOT own Nurarihyon no Mago, only our OCs.
Easy. That's the only word that came to mind when describing origami. What wasn't so easy was trying to read while folding paper cranes. As she read one of her favorite mangas, Nurarihyon no Mago she sighed and wished that she could go to that world, the world of Yokai, the one she dreamed of going to even since she discovered it. She sighed as she finished folding the wings of the final crane of that night. She leaned back, clutching the manga to her chest after she finished one last chapter, and accidently hit her head on the wall behind her.
The manga dropped from her hand to hold her now throbbing head. I don't remember it being… this dark, she thought and looked around confused. Or this cold. Realization struck her with that final thought. It was quite obvious now that she was no longer in the confinements of her room. She stood up and looked around in the dark, frigid air that surrounded her.
The girl shivered and reach for her only item of familiarity. Clutching the book tightly, she wandered to the nearest wall and felt a wooden gate. For some unknown reason, the gate was unlocked and she pushed open one of the large doors. She walked through the doors, and saw a light not a far distance away. She went over and opened a door leading into the room. It seemed oddly familiar to her. She yawned, really tired all of a sudden, so she laid down on the floor of the room and, holding her book to her chest, she fell asleep.
Miya had forgotten to lock the gate doors when she came back to the main house, one of the only things she really did at the main house. Why is it open? she wondered when she saw it, but shrugged it off. It was probably just the wind or something. The brown-haired Yokai closed the gate and locked it, then returned to the main house. She noticed the light in the young master's room was on. She went over and not looking in, reached in and turned the light off. Oh yeah that's right. In the morning I have to do Tsurara-chan's chores since she's out patrolling and won't be back until late tomorrow morning..
With the young master, too, she thought with a smirk. She had been aware of Tsurara-chan's feelings for Rikuo-sama for a very long time and never hesitated to tease her about it when those rare moments where they talked with each other arose.. Even though she rarely talked with Tsurara-chan, she'd almost never talked to the young master. She only saw him when he walked past her, if anything she had spoken with the supreme commander more than she had spoke with Rikuo-sama. She wondered often if anyone noticed she was hanging around.
Miya walked inside the main building and looked around, there weren't any other members of the Nura Clan around at the moment, most of them being out on patrol with Rikuo-sama. She sighed and walked around the building, making sure that her chores, as well as Tsurara-chan's, were completed. Then she decided to go out back and practice her sword techniques, even though she may not ever be asked to go out on patrol, or out to fight at all, though she always made sure she was at top performance. Just in case.
The dawn light was starting to shine down on the young Yokai's practice session. As usual, she practiced long and hard. When the sun had risen to what she assumed was about breakfast time, she stopped practicing and went to go start on the morning chores. She sighed as she walked towards Rikuo-sama's room with a laundry basket in hand. She opened the door and peered inside. Miya was shocked. Had the young master already been home?
The large lump on the floor didn't look anything like Rikuo-sama. It was small, had long, braided blonde hair, and had a really small, feminine build. Was it possible that the young master had found a human and saved her or something? Though I haven't heard any word of him returning yet, and he isn't supposed to be home for another few hours… Miya thought. She wasn't hesitant to walk over and poke the form with the flat edge of her blade, and pushing the blanket off with the weapon.
"Hello?" she asked and poked the girl again.
The girl looked up at her with tired eyes, apparently not registering that she was being poked with a deadly weapon. The "girl," as Miya now realized what it was, seemed completely dimwitted.
"Where am I?" the girl asked, yawning.
"You're in the main house of the Nura Clan. 'What are you doing here' should be the question." Especially in the young master's bedroom... Miya said putting her hands on her hips, blade in hand and an expectant look on her face. The girl looked up at her, finally looking surprised for once. Yet, she wasn't looking at the blade…
"I'm at the Nura main house?" she asked. "This place? Right here?"
Miya sighed. "Yes that Nura Clan main house, I thought I made that fairly clear."
The girl seemed to smile very… brightly at that. Miya watched in confusion as she punched her fist into the air. Why is she so happy about this? Maybe it's because she has a crush on the young master and is now realizing she's in his room?! she thought and gasped No! I refuse to let that be the reason, Rikuo-sama is Tsurara-chan's!
Suddenly, the girl stopped her little parade of happiness and looked hard at Miya. She quickly jumped to her feet and walked, unsteadily, towards her. Finally she stopped at a very uncomfortable distance away from her face. Miya took a small step back, eyeing Tsurara-chan's possible love rival.
"Who the hell are you?" the girl asked.
Miya raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean who the hell am I? I should be asking you that. You're the one who was sleeping in the young master's room!"
The girls eyes widened and her cheeks grew red. Like, red red. "What?!" she exclaimed. Miya looked at the girl's red face. Why is she blushing so hard? Could it be she really is a love rival of Tsurara-chan's!?
The girl bowed deeply, mumbling something too low for Miya to catch. When the girl finally lifted her head she was surprised to see tears forming in her eyes.
"G-gomenasai!" she shouted. "I'm so totally embarrassed. Please forgive my intrusion." The girl made a beeline for the door, which apparently she had forgotten was being blocked by Miya.
"Eh?!" Miya stood strong in the doorway. "Why in the world are you apologizing to me? Besides, are you not a human, because, not too long from now, the other Yokai will be returning from patrol. So I don't think you want to go out there." she said flatly and watched the girl, sword still dangerous and handy.
The girl stopped "crying" and looked pointedly at Miya. "Why would I be worried about them? Rikuo won't let them hurt me."
I might hurt you though if you even look at the young master...'Miya thought to herself and stayed in the doorway. Finally she realized what the girl had called him.
Miya brought her fist to the girl's head, causing her to rear back with tears once again forming in her eyes. "You do not speak the young master's name in such a casual manner! You must use proper honorifics!" Miya fumed. The girl clutched her head and knelt on the ground.
"Ow~," she said. "Stupid Yokai."
Miya brought the blade of the sword to the girls neck; she was definitely pissed off now. "You know, by saying 'stupid Yokai,' you're also referring to the young master, and the supreme commander, and Tsurara-chan! I will not allow a thing like that to be said, especially in Rikuo-sama's sleeping quarters!" the brunette raged. She might actually hurt this girl if she insulted the young master again, or any Yokai for that matter.
The girl's face flushed again when she said his 'sleeping quarters.' She put her hands over her face, trying to hide her embarrassment. The girl, finally feeling the cold blade against against her neck, shrieked and tried to crawl away. Wherever she went, the blade closely followed.
Finally, the girl found herself backed into a corner of the room, which just so happened to be where her manga was laying. For some reason she stopped running away from Miya's blade and just… sat. Miya tried peering over the girl's shoulder to see what she was doing and saw the small book. She lowered the sword a little and snatched the book from the girl. She started flipping through the pages.
To her ultimate surprise she saw many pictures of Tsurara-chan, RIkuo-sama, the supreme commander, and other Yokai from the Nura Clan, and the other clans, though to her disappointment, there wasn't even a mention of her name, or a picture of her in the background. As much as she was curious to see what this book that had a perfect representation of things that had happened in the past few months, she was totally upset at the fact she wasn't in there.
"... You're crying," the girl said bluntly.
Miya dropped the book on the girl's head and turned to face the other direction. "You're seeing things." she then quickly changed the subject and said accusingly, "You never said who you are or why you're in the young master's bedroom you know!" she whirled and faced the girl again, the blade pointed, yet again, at the girl, whose face was turning red.
"Could you please stop saying that?" The girl asked, her eyes then shifted to the blade. "And could you please stop threatening me with that?"
Miya quickly got angry again, though not as extreme as before. "No, and no. Now answer the questions," she said flatly and moved the blade so that she knew the girl could feel it on her skin. The girl flinched.
"Alright, I'll tell you," the girl said with a glint of fear in her eyes. That fear, to Miya's disappointment, disappeared soon after her eyes looked past her shoulder.
"... Miya?" a soft but chilly voice said.
MIya spun around, recognizing the voice, her sword dropping to her side. "Eh!? Tsurara-chan!?" She then also noticed that Rikuo-sama, in his day form was standing there too. "Y-young master! I-I… gomenasai!" she apologized immediately and bowed deeply to the two of them. Her face was beet red in embarrassment. She closed her eyes tightly and hoped they wouldn't be too mad at her.
"Miya-chan, was it?" the young master asked. Miya looked up when her name was said, slightly fearful of the consequences of her actions. She was surprised to see a smile on his face.
"Why are you apologizing?"
"I-I-I…." she stammered, unable to respond to his question. It was then that he noticed the girl sitting behind her, looking oddly triumphant.
"Ah, and who might you be?" he asked. The girl stopped smiling and stood up, walking towards Rikuo until she stood face to face with him. They stood there for a moment in awkward silence, when suddenly…
"Omigosh! You're really Rikuo! Rikuo Nura-kun!" she exclaimed and wrapped her arms around him. Rikuo stood there, unsure of what to do. Finally he decided an awkward hug in return seemed rather appropriate for the situation. Neither of them realized that the atmosphere had suddenly taken a dark turn.
Both Tsurara and Miya were immediately fuming with anger. They were both resisting the temptation to go up and murder that girl for touching the young master in such a way, and the way that she had spoken to him. Tsurara held in the want to freeze the girl in a block of solid ice and push her frozen body off a cliff. While Miya gripped the hilt of her sword so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. They both were giving the girl death glares, and if looks could kill, she's be dead a thousand times over.
The girl seemed to realize the intentions of both the other females in the room and quickly let go, smiling shyly in a totally innocent-looking way. She stepped as far away from Rikuo as she could and bowed.
"Sorry," she said. "My name is Karen."
Neither Tsurara nor Miya said a word. Tsurara went over and grabbing both Miya and Rikuo's hands she pulled them out of the room and started walking down the hallway. Tsurara's hands were freezing cold due to the extremity her anger. Miya followed willingly and made sure that Rikuo didn't even look back at the girl who called herself 'Karen.' I mean, that has to be a fake name, right? she thought.
The girl, now named 'Karen,' stood there in silence. Just… silence.
"They're… gonna come back, right?" she asked no one in particular.
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