Nurarihyon no Mago Prompts

Shelter From a Storm

A sneeze could be heard echoing through the cold night from our favorite little onmyōji. "Damn the teachers for making me stay after school. I have homework to do." After a few more seconds… "And damn this rain! I didn't even bring an umbrella and night is starting to come. Damn being an onmyōji and having to exterminate yokai."

Yura had her arms wrapped around herself and trudged forward. Every passer-by could obviously tell she was pissed by her situation but they dared not get closer to her for fear that she would tear them to shreds.

"I didn't know that Yura-chan cursed." This was followed by a chuckle from the quarter yokai that she knew all too well.

Yura snapped her head around to be met with Rikuo's smiling chocolate brown eyes looking at her, an umbrella above him. "I- bu- wai- you were…" Yura started to sputter incoherently.

Rikuo chuckled again happily. "I was only joking Yura-chan." He moved closer to Yura and stood right next to her. Soon enough, she could hear the sound of rain splattering above her and could feel the splashes around her feet through her already soaked pants.

"What are you doing here." Yura stated venomously.

Rikuo raised an eyebrow. "I came to get you. I knew a teacher held you up and I figured you would get caught in the rain. It looks like I was right too. You're soaked to the bone." Rikuo smiled happily.

"But night is coming. Aren't you supposed to be getting ready to go scare people or something?" Yura averted her eyes and settled for looking at the wet concrete. She could hear the sound of rain coming down harder now.

"What, you didn't want me to come get you?" Rikuo looked at Yura a smirk adorning his face.

Yura sighed in defeat. "Fine. Just give me the umbrella."

"No way. I'd get caught in the rain myself. I'm not a kappa you know. Besides, it's getting dark. A yokai might come out and decide to make a meal out of you."

Yura snorted at that one. "Right, like Nopperabo 1 is going to come out and eat me."

The duo started laughing. The rain pounded harder. They started to walk in merriment, recounting old times and stories they had heard as children and school and just life in general.

They finally got to Yura's apartment. The rain was washing away anything in sight now. They were standing on her doorstep, when she said, "Thanks for walking me home. That meant a lot."

"No problem. I've got all night to go out anyway." Rikuo shrugged casually.

"What do you do all night exactly."

"Want to come with me and find out for yourself?"

Yura made a face, "Like that would ever happen."

"Oh well, worth a try."

"How did you know where my home was Nura-kun?"

"I know where all of my friends live and I've been inside of their houses more than once. I've been here more than once you know."

"Wait a minute; you were the one sneaking into my house!?" Yura looked outraged and slapped an ofuda onto his forehead for good measure. Rikuo laughed and carefully peeled away the ofuda.

"Wait, did you say you know where all of your friends live? I thought that Kiyotsugu never let anyone over to his house because he preferred yours." Yura raised an eyebrow.

Rikuo laughed sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head. "Well, I sort of snuck into his house. He still doesn't know. Also I'm not even supposed to know where Maki-chan or Torii-chan live."

Yura gaped at him. "How in the world did you get into Kiyotsugu's house without being arrested! He has, like, a million guards at his house."

"I'm Nurarihyon no mago 2, so of course I can get away with it."

Yura sighed and rubbed her temples. The rain was now nothing but a light drizzle. After a long pause: "Well I need to head inside and get cleaned up. Go home and do not, I repeat, do not come into my house anymore."

Rikuo laughed and closed his eyes smiling brightly. "No promises."

Rikuo put his hand on the back of her head and kissed her lightly on the lips. When he pulled back he said softly, "Have a good night. I'll see you tomorrow at school." He pushed the umbrella into Yura's hands and in a flash of illuminating, golden eyes, he was gone.

Yura was left to stand there, an umbrella in her hands, and her fingers brushing lightly against her lips. She closed her eyes and smiled, content. The rain had stopped now and a few stray drops fell here or there. That was what had started it all. The rain.

1 Translates to faceless one. It is generally more afraid of you than you are of it.

2 While generally the title of the show Nurarihyon no Mago, it literally translates to Nurarihyon's grandson.

Well, I hope that anyone who reads this likes it. There are going to be different pairings as well, not just Yura x Rikuo. Please follow because I enjoy writing these. R&R because honestly, it takes 30 seconds to type something in that little box right there. Thanks for reading.

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