"Flower and Deceit"

Summary: "I am a flower and you are deceit, we're too far apart to be.""But I'm willing. I'm willing to defy nature for you." "You're really going to do that? Even despite knowing I belong to Abe no Seimei?" Nurarihyon/OC

Warnings: Nue/OC/Nurarihyon (Don't ask questions about that unless curiosity or disbelief got the better of you), perhaps OOCness.

Disclaimer: I don't own Nurarihyon no mago. No matter how much I wish I did, I don't.

Notes: I have yet another story for Nurarihyon no mago! xD Yes, I'm aware I have too many Nura stories that have yet to be accomplished, but I promised a friend of mine that I would post this before Christmas, so… yeah. I'm sorry if it's a bit suckish and if you won't like it. I'm sorry if there is any OOCness!

Prologue

"Look at it… isn't the world perfect?" A man with black hair and, to the trained eye, golden eyes said with a smile. By his outfit, he was an onmiyoji. But the yokai knew better, this was a very powerful hanyou… more specifically, Abe no Seimei.

"It is indeed. The balance is perfect." said the girl with red hair, giving him a small nod. She looked to the capital from their spot on the cliff, "The capital is beautiful when the balance is perfect, Seimei." She was a beautiful yokai for sure. Her long, blood-red hair reached mid-thigh, complimented by her beautiful magenta eyes and pale skin. Her form was draped in a simple yet extravagant blue kimono.

"Is it really?" Seimei smiled at her, "I'm glad you think so." He followed her gaze to the capital, then back to her. "It truly is beautiful, just like you, Hana." he said, taking a blue flower and fixing it into her red hair.

Hana blushed light pink, "S-Seimei…"

Seimei smirked at her embarrassment. It was adorable. He took a seat next to her then wrapped his arms around her, resting his head atop hers, "I made the capital beautiful… but it's not as beautiful as you are. There is nothing that can compare to you."

"S-Seimei! Stop that! You know it embarrasses me when you talk like that!" she fumed, her cheeks now burning bright red.

A small laugh managed to escape him, "And you're adorable when you're embarrassed."

"Seimeeeei!"

"Alright, alright. I'll stop." He said with a small chuckle. He gazed at the capital, deep in thought. He frowned, "You know… As of the moment, I am only human. The day will come for me to die. And if that happens, the balance will shift and everything will go into chaos. But the worst is…" he tightened his embrace on her, "If I die, I'll be leaving you alone until I return."

She looked at him from the corner of her eye, an eyebrow raised, "Return? But, Seimei, how can you come back after you've died?"

"The Soul Rebirth Jutsu. I've been mastering it so that I can use it to come back to this world."

"I see…"

A few silent moments washed over them. After several silent minutes, Seimei finally said "Hana, can I ask you of something?"

"Of course! What is it?"

"Can you wait for me to come back after I die? I won't make you wait long. I promise I'll come back to you as soon as possible. You're a yokai that can't die a natural death anyway, you can wait for as many years as it takes me, right?"

"Of course I can." She smiled, "I'll wait for you for as long as it takes. I'll even wait out eternity if I must." She looked back to the capital, a wry smile on her face, "You made the capital beautiful. If you die, the capital won't be beautiful anymore. So you have to make sure you can keep it beautiful. And for that, you need to live beyond the allotted human life span."

"I know." He took her hands within his, noting how each finger filled the gaps that separated them, "You promise you'll wait for me? No longer how long I take?"

She nodded, her eyes not leaving the capital, "I promise. I'll wait for as long as forever if I must, but I'll surely wait for you to return, Seimei."

"It's been 500 years since then…" Hana trailed off, staring at the once beautiful capital. Her appearance hadn't changed even in the slightest! Not a single change in those many years. Her blood red hair was still the same length, her magenta eyes still richly colored and her skin still paler than the moon. She didn't look like a yokai that has lived 500 years. Nope, not one bit.

However, so much has changed for the capital in 500 years. She was right when she said the balance would be thrown off once Seimei died. Black and white were constantly shifting the balance that Seimei worked so hard to perfect.

She sighed, knowing she can't do anything about it. She glanced down to her hands, eyeing every familiar detail on her glass flute, "You've made me wait for quite some time now, Seimei…" she said to herself as if Seimei could respond, "But nonetheless, I'll do as I have for 500 years and patiently await your return."

She looked down to the capital, having sensed a sudden wave of yokai aura. A new Hyakki Yako was barreling into Kyoto, led by a young and hot-blooded yokai. As far as Hana could see, a yokai named Nurarihyon stood at their helm.

"A new parade of demons…" she muttered, "The capital's been filling with more yokai every day… I wonder why." She said before walking away from the cliff, on her way back to the old mansion in the woods where she patiently waited for Seimei's return.

Unbeknownst to her, fate was going to change.

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