Marisay-chan scribbling here! A new story that came to mind while I was trying to think of what to write for chapter 12 of "Life as a Nurarihyon". Do go easy on it ^_^ Ahhh…how do you like the story's cover? I think it is my best so far haha! The words there actually means 'Family', I'm not sure if it is correct though ^_^''''
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, only the story ^_^
In Italics are thoughts
Summary: Something happened 11 years ago that caused a family to split up. 11 years later, they met up again. What is going to happen?
~Story Starts~
"Okaa-san! Okaa-san!"
A little boy ran along the place, calling out for his mother.
"Okaa-san, where are yo-Ah! There!" The boy smiled when he spotted the person he was looking for by a door, looking inside the room. He ran towards the person, hugging their leg. "I found you, Okaa-san!"
The one the boy called mother was startled and quickly looked down. "Ah...my precious boy...how was your day?"
"Fun! I have-Okaa-san?" The boy's smile faded, and became concerned when he saw tears rolling down her cheeks. "Okaa-san? Hurt?"
The mother covered her mouth, trying to stifle her sobs, her shoulders shaking terribly.
"Okaa-san?" The boy look worriedly at his mother. "Get Otou-san…" The boy trailed off, seeing more tears coming out of her eyes at the mention of his father.
The mother kneeled down to her son's level and hugged him tightly. "My precious boy...my precious boy...I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry..."
The boy was really confused at the way his mother was acting. His eyes then caught sight of the room his mother was looking at earlier. He widened his eyes and gasped softly when he saw who was inside.
The mother, hearing that, released him. Seeing him looking into the room, she quickly closed his eyes with her hand, "Let's leave." She carried him in her arms and quickly walked off.
The boy, stunned by what he saw, remained silent.
After they left the place, a man stepped out from the room, looking around confusingly.
"Is something the matter?" A beautiful lady came to stand beside him.
"No..." The man shook his head. "Just thought I heard something-whoa!" He was jerked down by a tug on his sleeve.
"Play! Play!" A boy cried out, tugging harder with each word.
"Yes. Yes. Coming," The man smiled, ushering both the lady and the boy inside the room, closing the door behind him with a soft thud.
The sound echoed through the place with a cherry blossom petal floating around the door, as if sealing off a fate.
After 11 years
~11 years later, at a house~
"...Yes...Really?...Eh?...But...I understand." A woman placed the phone down, sighing.
"Something bad happened?"
The woman turned to the voice, seeing a boy standing at the bottom of a staircase.
"Ah..." The woman looked down at the phone. "...I have been promoted by the boss."
The boy blinked, "Isn't that a good news?"
"Un...But, the boss allocated me to another place to work..."
"Hehhhh...So, where are we moving to this time?" The boy tilted his head and walked into the kitchen.
"..." The women watched the boy preparing breakfast for the both of them. "Ukiyoe Town."
The boy froze, the frying pan he was holding dropped to the ground with a loud rattling sound.
Silence stretched as the woman watched the boy trembled slightly.
"I will tell the boss that I will be quitti-"
"No!"
The woman jerked in surprise when the boy yelled out.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to yell..." He apologized. "Don't quit your job because of me. I will be fine." He turned to her, "...Besides, shouldn't you be the one more affected by this?"
The woman smiled sadly, "I have learnt to let it go...we were just not meant to be…"
"..." The boy stared at her. "Do you love doing your job?"
"Hm?" The woman blinked at the sudden question. "Yes, of course. Books will always be a favorite of mine."
"That's not what I meant," The boy chuckled. "But, if you really love your job, just go for it. I, too, will learn to let it go...and also, you might finally get a boyfriend while you are there," The boy teased.
"Oh, quiet you," The woman blushed. "I am an old person now, no man likes an old woman."
"Hmmm? Old? Jeez, have you looked in a mirror? If it wasn't for the fact that you are my mother, I would go after you, you know?" The boy grinned, taking out a drink from the fridge. "Simply because of your cute looks."
"Flatterer, aren't you?" The woman blushed harder. "I could say the same to you. Since you inherited your looks from me, you should be able to get a girlfriend, even a boyfriend, easily. So when are you going to give me a grandchild?"
The boy spitted out the water he was currently drinking. Coughing hard, he turned to his mother, "I am only 13, Okaa-san! I'm still too young to think about a child!" He said, blushing really hard. "And what's this boyfriend thing about? This totally contradicts what you wanted!"
"Hm? You are already an adult," The woman blinked. "...Besides, you are special."
"Just because I'm a..." The boy sweatdropped and sighed. "Normally, mothers would like their sons to have girlfriends, not boyfriends."
"Like I said, you are special!" The woman smiled. "So, it does not matter to me which gender you prefer."
The boy sighed. "Special...huh?" He shook his head. "So, when are we leaving?"
"Now."
After 11 years
A figure sat at a branch of a cherry blossom tree, watching the scene below.
"You still have a long way to go before you can defeat me, my son!" A man with long, wavy, gravity-defying, black hair mocked, dodging a swing from a sword.
The said son growled. He had the same long, gravity-defying hair. However, instead of just black hair, the top part of his hair was white. "Shut up, Oyaji!" He thrust his sword towards his father, who simply side-stepped and caused the son to fall into the pond beside the cherry blossom tree.
"Well, let's take a break!" The man smiled at his wet son, who was scowling at him. "Perhaps after that, you will be able to-"
"NURA RIHAN!"
"Eh?" The man sweatdropped at that scream. "Ah...looks like I got to run."
"What did you do this time?" The son asked, shaking his head to rid himself of excess water.
"Ahahaha..." The man, Nura Rihan, laughed nervously. "Played some pranks? Well, we will resume this next time, Rikun. See you later! You too, Oyaji!" Rihan waved to the figure at the tree, before taking off.
The son, Nura Rikun, and the figure watched as Rihan made his escape.
"One would think that he learnt his mistakes after last time," Rikun deadpanned.
The figure snorted.
Sounds of footsteps running towards them caught their attention. Turning to that direction, the figure and Rikun found themselves trying to stifle their laughter.
Standing there, was a blond, neck-less man. He currently had a very big pink bow at the top of his head, and his face was covered with make-up, making him looked extremely ridiculous.
"Pfttt...w-what happened to you, Kubinashi?" Rikun tried to control his laughter.
"Your father happened to me, Rikun-sama," The man, Kubinashi, twitched his eyebrows. "May I ask if you have seen him, Rikun-sama, Nurarihyon-sama?"
"He went that way," The figure, Nurarihyon, who had the same hairstyle as Rikun, except that the top part was goldish-white, pointed to where Rihan had left.
"Thank you, Nurarihyon-sama." Kubinashi bowed at him and Rikun, before going after Rihan.
"He is so dead," Rikun commented, observing the malice aura emitting from Kubinashi.
Nurarihyon merely snorted again.
After 11 years
~At Ukiyoe Town, near evening~
"Ahhhh, that was just too close for comfort..." Rihan glanced behind him once in a while, running a hand through his hair, which was now flowing down his back, the front part covering his right half of his face. "Kubinashi's just too uptight."
Rihan sighed walking along the town, simply looking around to pass the time. Along the way, he spotted a family of four ahead of him. One of the children was riding on his father's shoulder, while the other child held his mother's hand happily. Rihan's eyes followed as the family past by him. After watching for a while, he went back to his walk, his hair covering his eyes. His shoulder slumped, as if something was weighing him down.
"..."
Too deep in thoughts, Rihan did not notice someone in front of him, until-
"Ah!"
"Oof!"
Rihan and the person he collided with fell to the ground, and the things the person was carrying scattered around.
"Ah! I'm so sorry! Are you all right?" The person asked.
Rihan rubbed his back in pain, sitting up, a bead of sweat forming on his cheek.
That was pathetic...
"Oji-san?"
"Ah...no. I should be the one apologizi-" Glancing at the person, Rihan widened his eyes as he met chocolate-like eyes with his golden ones.
"Well...as long as you are all right..." The person, who happened to be a boy, got a bit uncomfortable as Rihan continued to stare. Deciding to dismiss it, he moved to pick up his things but was stopped when Rihan grabbed his arm.
"Eh?"
"Uh...um...What's your name?" Rihan asked carelessly, getting slightly desperate.
"Huh?!" The boy was shocked. "Um...I'm sorry...please let go of me," He looked like he was about to call for help.
"Eh? Ah! Sorry!" Rihan quickly released the arm, raising his hands to show that he meant no harm. "Let me help you with that," Rihan kneeled and started picking the things up.
"I-It's fine, Oji-san..." The boy stared at him warily, looking at him as though he was a pervert.
Rihan sweatdropped at the look.
Of course he's going to look at me like that! I practically grabbed him and asked for his name, like I'm flirting with him!
"Er...sorry about earlier," Rihan apologized once he had helped the boy picked up all of his things. "...You just reminded me of someone I know, that's all."
"Ah..." The boy steadied the things in his arms. "Oji-san, do you grab just about anyone who reminds you of someone you know?"
Rihan sweatdropped again, "Sorry."
Ahhh...apologizing thrice in just a few minutes...today's not my day.
Rihan startled out of his thoughts, hearing laughter directed at him.
And now I'm being laughed at...
"What's so funny?" Rihan pouted, irked at being laughed.
"You, Oji-san, just reminded me of someone I know as well," The boy smiled cutely, sparkles surrounding him.
Rihan's cheeks turned pink at the adorable sight. Coughing into his fist, he said, "Did you just moved here? I don't remember seeing you around."
"For being the first time meeting, Oji-san, you sure are asking a lot of questions," The boy blinked at him. "...You are...not interested in little boys, are you?"
"Huh?" Rihan blinked back in response, before the words finally sunk into his mind. "EH?! NO! I ALREADY HAVE A WIFE AND A SON!" Rihan waved his arms around frantically, trying to clear up the misunderstanding.
The boy laughed merrily, "I was just teasing you, Oji-san! You should have seen the look on your face!"
"Eh? Haaa..." Rihan sighed in exasperation and relief. "Don't say something that would cause a huge misunderstanding..."
The boy chuckled, before looking at the sky. "Ah. It's getting late, I got to go now!" The boy hurriedly left.
"Ah..." Rihan could only outstretched an arm as the boy got further away. Sighing in disappointment, he dropped his arm and closed his eyes.
"Oji-san!"
Rihan jerked his head up, seeing the boy waving his hand at him. "My name's Rikuo! See you around sometime!" He then continued to run off, his figure getting smaller the further he went.
Rihan blinked again and smiled, "Rikuo, huh? He even had the same name...could he be...?" Rihan shook his head. "It's not possible." Rihan turned around, only to sweatdrop as he spotted someone in an alley nearby.
"Yo, Kubinashi! How are you?" Rihan grinned nervously.
"Rihan..." Kubinashi muttered, the malice aura around him grew, causing Rihan to sweatdrop even more.
Yes, today's just not my day.
After 11 years
"I'm back, Okaa-san!" The boy from earlier called out as he closed the door behind him and stepped into the kitchen.
"Welcome back, Rikuo," His mother turned around from cooking dinner, to give attention to her son. "Do you have any troubles getting everything? Since we just moved here, we really needed a lot of things."
Rikuo shook his head in answer, "Though, I met an interesting person on the way back."
"Hm? Who would that be?" His mother went back chopping the ingredients.
Rikuo shrugged, "He was weird at first, grabbing my arm and asking my name the moment he saw me." He then smiled, not noticing his mother had paused her action, "But, he was quite funny afterwards. Seems like he knows the place really well, so I guess I will be meeting him again."
"Rikuo."
"Hm? What is it, Okaa-san?" Rikuo looked at his mother.
"...Did the person you have spoken to have long, black hair that seems like it is defying gravity?"
Rikuo shook his head, confused. "No. He did had black hair though, but it falls down his back and his right half of the face was covered by his hair."
"Is that so...?" His mother sighed in relief upon hearing the description.
"Why? Is he..." Rikuo trailed off.
His mother looked at him with a serious expression, "Rikuo, do not talk to anyone that has the defying-gravity hairstyle I had just told you, all right?"
Rikuo stared straight back at his mother, "I understand, Wakana Okaa-san."
Wakana smiled, "I hope you did not gave your name to the person you talked to."
"Eh?" Rikuo sweatdropped. "Actually...I did. But I did not give him my family name."
Wakana sighed, "I suppose it can't be helped. Then, be careful not to give anyone your family name. It will cause a lot of troubles later on."
Rikuo nodded, before gesturing at the ingredients Wakana was chopping.
"Need help?"
~To Be Continued~
My my! Is it interesting so far? Rikuo seems to like teasing a lot in here! And Rihan likes to cause troubles as always!
So, so, so, what exactly is happening here? Who were the people that appeared in the first scene? Rihan seems to be sad when he saw the family, why is that? Also, Wakana was worried when Rikuo told her about Rihan's action towards him, could it be the reason as to why she did not want Rikuo to talk to people with defying-gravity hairstyle, who mainly consist of Nurarihyon, Rihan and Rikun?
Things to note:
Okaa-san = Informal way of calling mother
Otou-san = Informal way of calling father
Oyaji = Informal way of calling father, almost rude
-san = A title of respect between equals of all ages.
-sama = A respectful version of –san, mainly towards people of higher status
Oji-san = Uncle
That's all Folks! Tell me what you think about this new story by reviewing!
Edited on 1 January 2015