A/N: This is my first NuraMago fanfic! :D I love the storyline and the really handsome Nura men. So, as I wait for NuraMago Chapter 205 to be translated, I'll amuse you guys with this fanfic!

Disclaimer: NuraMago does not belong to me. It will once I get enough money though. :P (Like that's ever gonna happen)

"Sandaime!" Tsurara's voice rang sharply across the mansion. "Where are you, sandaime?" The Yuki Onna sighed, walking dejectedly along the corridor to Rikuo's room. "Are you in there, sandaime?" she asked in front of the door but received no answer.

"What is it, Tsurara?"

The sound of an amused, deep voice caught Tsurara off guard and she nearly screamed in surprise. "Your friend is here, sandaime," she said as she approached the sakura tree of which the Nura Rikuo, the third head of the Nura Clan was resting on.

Rikuo, in all his youkai glory, raised an eyebrow. "In the middle of the night?"

"Yes," Tsurara replied with a huff. "And it's Ienaga-san too."

"Is that so?" Rikuo drawled before leaping off the tree, landing nimbly on his two feet. He didn't hurry, of course, since Tsurara had apparently forgotten to mention that his guest was not in the best condition. But Rikuo found out soon enough when he saw his childhood friend, waiting for him in the room, bruises and scratches adorning her arms and face.

"Rikuo-kun," Kana sniffed before throwing herself at Rikuo. She sobbed into his clothes, mumbling incoherent words as Rikuo could only stare into space, stunned.

"Hold on, Kana," Rikuo said suddenly, after regaining his senses. He gently pried Kana away from him, holding her at arm's length and looked her in the eye. "What happened to you?"

Kana took a moment to calm herself. She needed to. She had expected Rikuo in his day form but he was here, a youkai, with his sharp amber eyes scrutinizing her carefully. "Someone—" she managed to say finally without choking on her words. "Someone attacked my family on our way back home." Rikuo narrowed his eyes dangerously. "There was blood everywhere. Everyone—" Kana let out a strangled sob. "I was the only one who escaped alive."

There was gasp from somewhere beside the shoji door, coming from Tsurara who has been listening into their conversation.

"Did you know who attacked you?" Rikuo asked softly.

"I didn't see," she replied, on the verge of breaking down again. "Rikuo-kun, I don't know what to do anymore!"

Rikuo stood there, deep in thought as he let Kana cry on his shoulder, drenching the material with her tears. Who could have done a thing? To kill a family of humans so blatantly. It made his blood boil. But then again, Kana's attacker is not necessarily youkai. It could be a human too. Rikuo scowled. This person is down whatever he likes at night; the time that is supposed to be his domain. It doesn't matter anymore if he is human or youkai. This person is not going to get away with this freely. Especially after murdering, Kana's family of all people.

"I'll protect you Kana. And you should stay here until it's safe," Rikuo said suddenly and Kana found herself thrust into Tsurara's care. "Tsurara, make sure she's comfortable."

Tsurara sighed, brushing her dark hair away from her face. "Since sandaime ordered it so," she said as she took Kana's trembling hands, "Come on, Ienaga-san. You need rest."

"This is a serious matter indeed," Nurarihyon muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. "You certainly should look into it." He glanced up at his grandson who looked busy staring at the moon, perched on top of his favorite tree. Where did his grandson get this tree climbing habit anyway? Nurarihyon snickered as a stray idea wandered into his mischievous, youkai mind. He decided he would tease his grandson for a bit, "What would you do if I had that tree cut down?"

Rikuo glared dangerously, clearly disliking the idea. "Why don't you try it and see?" he asked with a daring tone. Then, he snorted and leaned back again. "I'll tell Karasu Tengu to be all the info he can on this."

Nurarihyon nodded. "Oh? Yuki Onna is here," he muttered, watching the approaching girl stumble her way to the garden. "Well then, I'd better go. Maybe I'll ask Aotabou to get rid of that tree tomorrow."

"Jiji!"

Nurarihyon cackled, bouncing away with a spring in his step. Ah, his favourite grandson never fails to amuse him. Be it in human form or youkai form.

Rikuo had already gotten down from the tree by the time Tsurara reached him. He stared at her expectantly. "What?" he asked, noticing the flush on Tsurara's cheeks. Was she cold? Well, the weather is a bit chilly tonight. But shouldn't a Yuki Onna be immune to it?

"Ienaga-san is asleep," Tsurara muttered grudgingly. "Is she really going to stay at the Nura Mansion?"

"Yes, for the meantime," Rikuo replied. "I'm placing you in charge of her."

"Why me?" the Yuki Onna huffed in protest.

"Well, you're a girl."

"Kejorou's a girl too!"

"But I trust you to take care of Kana," said Rikuo. "She's a very important friend."

Tsurara didn't know whether to be flattered he trusted her or angry that she has to take care of an important person in her sandaime's life. "Fine," she muttered grudgingly.

Rikuo smirked at her. "By the way, why do you look all flustered? Are you cold or something?" he asked curiously.

Tsurara snapped out of her reverie. "It's chilly," she admitted, "But nothing a Yuki Onna can't handle!" It can't be true! Is the sandaime, actually, worried for her being in the cold? Tsurara sighed happily.

A haori was suddenly draped around her shoulders. "Even a Yuki Onna can get sick," Rikuo said nonchalantly before trudging back into the mansion, leaving Tsurara blushing like mad at the garden. Tsurara could only stare after him. The haori was warm and smelt of ashes, making Tsurara blush even more. 'I'm wearing Rikuo-sama's haori!' she squealed in her head, nearly dying of happiness. Pulling the haori closer to herself, she decided that no cold get to her. Not if Rikuo-sama is protecting her from it.

So did you guys like it? I don't know whether to make it a RikuoxKana or RikuoxTsurara OR a KanaxRikuoxTsurara. (Well Rihan did have two wives. :P) It's not going to be much fighting though, since I'm more into fluff and is more of a story about the the daily lives of the people in Nura Mansion + Kana and you're likely not know who killed Kana's parents. Depends on my mood, really. :D okay, so what are you waiting for? Review! :3

Nurarihyon: Aotabou! I want that tree out of the way!

Aotabou: But Rikuo-sama loves that tree!

Nurarihyon: Are you going to go against the Supreme Commander's orders, hmm?

Aotabou: B-but-

Night Rikuo: You damn old man! Leave my tree alone!