Fanfic: Nurarihyon no mago
Hey! YellowWoman here!
Ok, so I've had a ton of fanfics just floating around my head and just a ton of what ifs, so I've decided to attempt to write this down. This is for me, so feel free not to review, or if you enjoy it, great! I would appreciate your opinion, whether you agree with me or not, or if my typing is horrible, or mistakes in the storyline and/or character's names. (I'm horrible at spelling them.)
Basically, this will be organized like this:
1. When I get an idea, I write it down and post it up, it might be a series of chapters for a series of stories with little drabbles in between. They will be titled with what chapters they will have been continued from. I don't like having a ton of little files up, so I'll have one huge one because I've got a lot of fanfics for a lot of different things. This one is for Nurarihyon No Mago ( That title is way too long for my tastes.)
Warnings: There may be OOC
Just some ideas that came to my head. And so… BEGIN!
Disclaimer: I do not own Nurarihyon No Mago, because if I did, I wouldn't be sitting here at a computer typing a fanfiction, would I?
#1
Title: To Entertain Himself
Features: Rikuo, age 3
Rikuo was bored, wandering around the house, thinking up ways to test himself and his skills at managing to get everyone else in the house. He could here Tsurara talking loudly in the back of his mind as he attempted to climb the trees around the garden, hoisting himself up, unsuccessfully trying to reach the first branch.
"No Rikuo-sama! I've told you not to climb that tree. Suppose you fall down and hurt yourself? How am I…"
Tsurara' voice trailed off as he stopped listening and stood , rocking back on his heels and looking at her face move as she ranted on and on.
"Tsurara?" he interrupted.
The yuki-onna stopped talking and looked at the little boy.
"Yes, Rikuo-sama?"
"Do you know when otou-san will be done talking to all those yokai?"
His father had disappeared into the room to talk with the leaders in the clan. Rikuo was impatient; the only one that actually listened to Rikuo and didn't talk down to him was his father, everyone else who was nice came and went.
Tsurara frowned. "He should be out soon. Just wait for a little while, okay?"
Rikuo didn't want to wait. " Thank you, Tsurara-san!" He raced out of her sight back into the manor before she could say something else.
Now creeping silently next to the door, Rikuo dug into the pocket of his _ to make sure the surprise that he brought from the market was still there. It still was. He had seen it, and decided it was way too pretty to leave behind, so he had begged Kubinashi to buy it for him. He would show it to his father, but he had not had a chance to see him yet.
Placing his ear against the thin door, he waited until a lull in the conversation, and came in quietly, and ran to sit in his father's lap.
"Hi otou-san," he mumbled, burying his face in his father's chest. He could feel hands on his back, holding him more securely. Rikuo could feel all the yokai's eyes on his back, and suddenly lost the courage to ask his father about the gift in his pocket. He mumbled something unintelligible as he dug his face in farther.
"Hi Rikuo," Rihan said, a small smile crawling across his face at his son's sudden appearance— and interruption.
"Why is he in here?" Hitotsume said abruptly. "Send him out. Now." Rihan looked at the one-eyed yokai and sighed.
"Rikuo, why don't you go out now? We're almost done now, okay?"
Rikuo turned his face up and put on an irresistibly adorable puppy face. "But I don't want to. Can I stay? Please?" His large brown eyes were focused intently on Rihan.
"He has to go," Hitotsume grumbled.
Rikuo faced the group of yokai. "Please?" he begged, his eyes widening.
Everyone melted at his face. Murmurs of agreement echoed softly through the crowd and small smiles formed on a lot of the member's lips. Rikuo smiled brightly.
"Arigato!"
He settled comfortably on his father's lap and watched the yokai in front of him. He was skimming his eyes over each and everyone and seeing if he could take them down, because Aotabo had proven himself very easy to trick. His eyes settled on the one who had first spoken against him and grinned he noticed him staring. Rikuo had decide to take his revenge. All that mattered was how.
Eventually they all stopped talking and left the room. Rihan put Rikuo down and kneeled so he could look eye-to-eye.
"Listen Rikuo, when I come here I have to do very important things okay? Next time, don't interrupt."
Rikuo nodded seriously. He took note of his father's words and decided he would go with Rihan to the meetings.
He also decided to figure out a way to trap Hitotsume.
Later the next day, Rikuo approached the small patio outside the house leading to the garden. He stomped softly to check if it was hollow, and to his delight, it was. He grinned. Scampering off the patio, he stuck his head down and pulled at the boards that covered the hollow bottom. Beneath it was soft, wet earth.
Perefct… he thought.
He ran back into the house, dirt streaming from his soiled clothes and leaving a trail throughout the manor. He ran into Aotabo, who was just who he was looking for.
"Aotabo-san," he said, rocking back and forth on his heels, "can you please dig a hole for me?"
The yokai looked down at him suspiciously, and hoping not to end up deep in the hole he would dig.
"Why do you need me to dig a hole?"
Rikuo made a pleading expression.
"Because I really need a hole dug here."
Aotabo frowned, thinking of all the ways the demonic little boy could manage to get him stuck in a hole deeper than he'd originally dug, again. "No," he said firmly.
Rikuo begged. "Please Aotabo-san? Please, please, please please? I won't let you fall in it." He looked up, innocent face begging with a pleading look in his massive brown eyes.
"Please?"
The final please did it for him and Aotabo took the shovel from Rikuo's hand and proceeded to dig beneath the foundation, getting himself coated in a thick layer of dirt.
"I'm not digging anymore," he growled.
"Oh no, you dug much too deep anyway. Arigato, Aotabo-san!" the little boy leaned up toward the muscled yokai, and he leaned his ear down."And I suggest that you change your yukata before you run into Kejouro-san or okaa-san. They yelled at me because mine was dirty before." Rikuo smiled brightly and ran off into the house, feet thumping on the now-hollow patio. Aotabo had a sour look on his face before he went in, much quieter than he usually would.
A few days later, his plan and ideas neatly layed out in his mind, Rikuo was flipping out the loose floorboard in his room to his massive expanse of rope, coiled up neatly and tightly. He pulled out the strongest and thickest rope he could find and rushed back outside to set up his net of complicated knots. Pausing by his mother's room, he stopped and dashed in and out, now carrying a thick silk obi (A kimono sash) in his already much-filled little arms. Hearing footsteps walking down the hall, he leaned quickly back into the shadows, and watched as Tsurara stormed past, probably looking for him. But she didn't see him. Rikuo was not easily found if he didn't want to be, which was not quite often anyway.
Now rushing, he disappeared down into the now clean out hole beneath the patio that he had neatened out himself using very small spades ( the only ones he could use efficiently), he pushed the ropes into the ground firmly with stakes he had been gathering for a while, in complicated patterns and pre-set knots. He also went out and grabbed a bucket, stood on it and tied some more delicate- looking strings onto the pushed up boards, which had been previously loosened by his hands.
Everything meticulously organized, Rikuo stood back and looked at his handiwork. Loops of thick and thin ropes overlapped, ready to be tightened by a single pullstring set up above the patio, within his reach. The thick obi lay cut into two equal strips on top of the bucket he had just stood on, waiting for later use.
Maybe Hitotsume might be more fun than I originally hoped, Rikuo thought, quite proud of his trap, which had taken him twenty minutes to set up. He couldn't let Tsurara-san get antsy or she might call for his mother, and she was very hard to woo over.
Now all I have to do is wait, he thought gleefully.
Rikuo sat on his father's lap quite comfortably as he once again watched the older head yokai talk. It had been several weeks since he first set up the ropes waiting for Hitotsume underneath the patio in the garden. Eventually he felt Rihan shift and call the meeting to a close, and Rikuo jumped off his father's lap and rushed out the door. Everyone watched the light door close behind the boy. The group departed after him. No one noticed small Rikuo crouched in the corner around the door, lying in wait. Hitotsume was one of the last to leave. When the one-eyed yokai left the hallway, Rikuo energetically followed him.
"Hitotsume-san! Hitotsume-san! Wait!" Hitotsume stoutly ignored the boy peppering his heels.
When the pair turned onto an empty hallway, Rikuo made his move. He grabbed Hitotsume's hand and dragged him down an opposite hallway into a path that would have made it necessary for the yokai to pass the garden to get to the front of the house. At that moment, Rikuo ducked back into the shadows that hid him and his black yukata well, running ahead of the grumbling yokai.
Finally, Rikuo commenced his final stage of plan: he turned the board of the patio slightly off so that the thin strings underneath would be stressed and pull the rest of the down, leaving the frame slightly bared. He climbed the doorway to be laying directly over Hitotsume's head when he passed through. He gripped his small fingers tensely over the pull string that would tighten the contraption blow.
It all went directly as planned.
Before Hitotsume could yell, he was bound straight and tight by thick ropes pulled so tight it would crush an ordinary human. Layers and layers of tangled rope encircled his body, binding his feet together, and his arms to his sides, crushing his fingers. He strained and could feel thin wire cutting him. Just as he was about to cry out for help, the light was suddenly cut off from above and a small beam of moonlight entered and disappeared as someone entered the chamber, which smelled strongly of wet earth. He opened his eyes to catch a glimpse of a round face only to have it blocked out by something covering his eye and then a gag entered and tied around the back of head through his mouth. Wriggling, he could tell he was suspended, and there was abut two feet between him and the ground. He could hear a voice outside of where ever he was trapped; whatever yokai that had been clever enough to capture him with rope had left.
Rikuo crawled out of the hole, quite proud of himself for his achievements. But he was quickly stopped by Tsurara; she had chastised him loudly about playing so roughly and getting his clothes dirty.
"Let's go, Rikuo-sama, you need to take a bath and clean yourself and then your dinner will be ready, okay?" the yuuki-onna said, completely caught up in her lecture and the thought of making dinner that she didn't notice that Rikuo was trying to talk about his latest trap, and who it had been on. Rikuo gave up and agreed. He did want to eat, he was quite hungry.
After 40 minutes of assuring Tsurara and his mother, that yes, he was clean, and no, he wouldn't play in dirt anymore, he finally got to sit down in the kitchen and eat. By te time he was done eating he was sleepy and full and didn't even try and beg to stay up with all the yokai; he just passed out the moment he entered his room.
Unfortunately, he had completely forgotten to tell anyone (not that they would listen) about Hitotsume underneath the patio.
In fact, he forgot for several days; it had completely left the two-year old's mind. The ambition to trap Hitotsume was dead and done a long time ago to him. He did notice something amiss, though, when he couldn't find his coils of rope, and that was when it occurred to him he had completely forgotten Hitotsume and needed someone to get him out.
Mean while, a small panic was going throughout the older people of the Nura clan. They feared Hitotsume was dead as weeks passed on and no one heard a word from him.
Who would be powerful enough to take—or worse, kill Hitotsume?
Rikuo was aware of the unease spreading throughout the clan, but no one would ever take the time and listen to him, or answer any of his questions.
Finally, for a total time of two weeks, Rihan stopped and asked Rikuo:
"Rikuo, have you seen Hitotsume-san? He has been missing since he left the meeting rom two weeks ago, and you were the first to leave. Did you see anyone suspicious."
"Nope, Otou-san," he answered truthfully.
Rihan sighed and stood up, a brooding expression on his face.
"But can I please show you something? I've been trying to show everyone but they keep ignoring me," Rikuo said, an exasperated tone in his young voice.
Rihan smiled down at his son. "What is it?"
Rikuo grinned back. "My new trap."
Rihan almost laughed out loud when he saw the old yokai bound and trussed up like a pig. By a two year old, nonetheless. The entire main house was crowded around the dug up patio, and most were biting their lips. Rikuo was beaming proudly.
"See Tou-san? I kept trying to show you guys but no one was listening, and then I kind of forgot, but then I remembered and tried to tell you, but you ignored me again…."
The entire crowd was ignoring Rikuo and Wakana was down in the pit trying to untangle the enormous mess of strangely organized and tightly tied rope.
"Rikuo!" she called, "Get down here and untangle this mess!"
He slid down in to pit, walked over into the corner, and pulled on a small piece of string and everyone watched in awe as the web slowly untangled itself until all that was left was a gagged Hitotsume with a few minor cuts sitting in a mountain of curled rope, string and (now visible) twine.
"Geez, all you had to do was pull this string."
Wakana once again was not listening as she untied the gags and looked down at what she was holding.
"Is this my obi?"
Rikuo was now sitting in his grandfather's room, with his head down. Rihan kneeled in the back of him. And Hitotsume was still cursing under his breath. Rikuo picked u his head with large glittery brown eyes and a thick veil of shame across his features. Rihan looked sternly down at his son and asked Rikuo,
"What do you say to Hitotsume-san, Rikuo?"
Rikuo looked absolutely pathetic as he looked into Hitotsume's eyes and said in a small voice ,"I'm sorry, Hitotsume, for tying you up and forgetting you there." He looked down again and let shame roll off him in waves. He threw on his most innocent look and looked at his father regretfully.
Rihan caved in to the face. "Okay, you're dismissed."
"Yes, Otou-san," Rikuo said, walking softly and closing the door gently behind him. He quickly dropped his façade and leaned close to the door, listening silently to the adults.
Hitotsume snorted after the boy left. He really wasn't angry anymore (the face had done its job well), but he was embarrassed enough as it was without having to add the little boy's victory in staying out of trouble to the agenda.
"That's all you'll do to the boy, Rihan? You're spoiling him."
Rihan grinned and leaned back. "Nah, I'm not too worried, he meant it didn't he? So he won't do it again."
The Nurarihyon entered the room, squinting at the door suspiciously before closing it firmly.
"I think Rikuo is a better actor than I am," Rihan thought aloud. "He was much too proud of himself to ever have been that guilty."
Nurarihyon just snorted as he settled in the windowed corner of the room.
Now Hitotsume felt extremely stupid, he had been abut ready to admit maybe the boy did mean it, not that he would forgive him. He quickly excused himself and left the room, leaving Rihan and his father alone in the room.
Eventually Rihan also left.
Rikuo was in the back of the house kicking his feet in the small pond. He felt his father sneak up behind him and wrap his arms around his small shoulders.
"That was very bad of you Rikuo," Rihan mumbled "next time, you shouldn't forget about them if you are going to lay a trap." Rikuo smiled gently up at his father and leaned into him.
So, what do you think of my first fanfic? It has a pretty crappy ending, and I know I don't exactly keep anyone in character. This was horrible! *sobbing* I kind of regret posting this up now…
Review! I would appreciate anything, comments on my writing, spelling, storyline, ideas, INSPIRATION! Just leave a comment, even if you didn't like it.
#2
Title: To Become Stronger
Features: Rikuo, age 17 (Day Form) & Kana, age 17
Note to reader from YellowWoman: I don't like the idea of the whole double personality, kinda weirds me out, so in all my fanfics Rikuo is just one personality, none of all that switching and stuff. And so… BEGIN!
Rikuo was at the market, wandering, when a familiar voice rang out through the crowds of people shopping.
"Rikuo!"
He turned around to find a girl bustling past people in the market to get to him.
"Rikuooo!"
She tripped near him and he hastily caught her.
"Wow," she said breathlessly, "I haven't seen you in forever. You haven't called or kept in touch with anyone."
Rikuo saw some familiarity in the girl's features. Someone he knew very well.
"Kana?"
She smiled. "Duh! How come you never called or anything since we began high school? And you never answered the door either at your house."
Rikuo was still speechless at the sight of his childhood friend, whom he hadn't spoken to in nearly five years.
"Kana-chan… wow… how nice to see you…"
As far as he knew, she was living at the school she went to and only came home for holidays. That was how he had managed to avoid her after taking up his position in the clan.
"Look at how tall you got! You never were really tall…your face still pretty much looks the same…"
She went on. Rikuo listened politely.
"Kana-chan, why don't we get something to eatand then we can properly catch up."
She smiled at him. "That sounds perfect. And I know just the place. Let's meet up again tomorrow, all right? Two o'clock for lunch! Meet me right outside the vegetable stall."
A voice in the jumble of voices called loudly, "Kana-chan! Kana-chan! Where the hell are you!"
She smiled wryly. I guess I have to go. It was awesome seeing you again, Rikuo. Tomorrow at two o'clock. And I expect a full explanation for you r silence, and it better be good!" She disappeared in to the huddle of people.
Rikuo grinned and turned his face up at the afternoon sun.
To think I'd see Kana, he thought, well, I suppose I could have expected it. It is the summer, and I guess she's not vacationing this year.
When Rikuo got home, he was met by Tsurara as he entered the kitchen. He intended to tell her so she wouldn't worry about him.
"Back so soon Rikuo-sama?" she asked, flipping pages in a book absentmindedly.
"Mmm," he replied, just as distracted. "Tsurara-chan, I'm going to be busy tomorrow afternoon."
She looked up. "Where are you going?"
He shrugged. "Nowhere.," he said on his way out.
For some reason, he really didn't want to tell anyone what he was doing.
The next afternoon, he was waiting outside the stall with his normal friendly expression and a small sliver of happy inside his heart. He was wearing his normal loose-fitting jacket, t-shirt and jeans that he normally wore when he went out.
Kana showed up around the same time.
"Come on, let's go to my apartment. I live by myself now so I'm closer to the school. We'll catch up, and you'll explain yourself to me." She looked up at him.
They walked to the station and got on the train to Kana's apartment complex, and when they arrived Kana practically dragged Rikuo into her apartment.
When she said 'lunch' I had no idea that she meant this! He actually had never been inside Her house, alone. With no one there.
Luckily for him, there was someone else inside there. She had wildly crimped blue hair and a nose stud.
"Hey Kana. Who's this hottie? "
Rikuo held out his hand. "Nura Rikuo. Pleased to meet you."
She looked at him, gray eyes looking up and down critically.
"If this is your new boyfriend he better not be living here again. I'm not putting up with another bum on the couch."
Kana turned red. "Sayori-chan!" He's not my boyfriend! He's a friend I knew for a long time, and we're catching up again is all."
"Yeah, yeah,' the neon- headed girl called Sayori mumbled.
Sighing exasperatedly, Kana turned on her heel and disapeard into the kitchen.
"You wait right there Rikuo-kun, I'll get the lunch and we can go. There's this lovely park I want to go to."
Rikuo waited.
"So you're Rikuo, right? I've heard about you before. Kana told me. How you were insanely nice and polite and really weird."
Rikuo frowned. "She called me weird?"
Sayori smiled. "Yep."
"All right, let's go." Kana marched in purposefully and left , Rikuo trailing behind, and looking back.
They were sitting in a wide flowered tree, petals getting in their drinks that they drank anyway, making small talk, or rather, Rikuo answering Kana's endless questions the best he could.
"What high school did you go to?" she asked.
"I didn't go to high school, there were problems at home that needed to be taken care of."
Rather, he had failed the first time after the Nue rose, and had been severely wounded. Hehad been able to kill and finally kill the demon on his third try. It had taken nearly a year and a half, and he had decided not to attend human school anymore after that.
"How come you didn't call? Or keep in touch? With any of us?"
"I don't have an answer for that." He really had been so preoccupied with the chaos that had ensued in Kyoto , and the people of the cross squad were already pretty suspicious of him, so he just cut off all ties with anyone in the human world. He did not want to get them involved.
Kana sighed. "Let's just go home, we've been out for nearly an two hours already."
Rikuo jumped out of the tree and landed neatly on his feet. Kana followed suit and laded hard.
"Aughh…" She clutched her ankle, which was blue and rapidly swelling.
"Kana-chan! What were you thinking?" Rikuo hefted her up, bridal-style. "You'll have to point me back to you're apartment. I'm not quite sure where it is."
"Don't forget our stuff." Kana pointed shyly up at the tree.
Rikuo adjusted her so that her thighs was cradled in his arms and her arms around his neck and one hand carrying the basket. And so they began the walk home in the bright summer sun.
Kana had been surprised to find hard muscle when Rikuo picked her up. He was so thin-looking, but in truth, he seemed really fit. He was now carrying her and they were halfway there and he wasn't even breathing hard. It was almost effortless for him. She leaned her head on his shoulder and looked down his shirt at his back, and was shocked to find pale gray tattoos. Hundreds of them, like they were lying under his skin the entire time. It was unnatural, and Rikuo with tattoos was a little unimaginable. They emanated a faint feeling that made her shiver lightly. Running her fingers over his back, she could feel Rikuo tense.
"Turn here into the alley. It's faster."
He turned and walked the way she told him to.
"Rikuo?"
"Hmm?"
"When the hell did you get a tattoo?"
She twisted a little to get a better look down his back. She saw a strap farther down.
"I started getting them when I was thirteen."
He didn't tell her how.
Suddenly he stopped. Kana felt something run coldly down her back, which was odd, because the sun was beating down hard. Rikuo put her down slowly and stuck his hand in the back of his shirt.
"Rikuo-kun, what's wrong?" She reached into her pocket and pulled out the small taser gun from her pocket she had carried since she had last been mugged.
Rikuo ignored her. "Come out. I know you are there." He said, sliding something out from behind.
Suddenly, the coldness grew stronger and enveloped the sunny alley. A …thing— that was all Kana could say to describe it— slid out from all over in the shadows. Kana was sitting awkwardly in the center of the alley.
"Rikuo!" she screamed as hundreds of slimy cold tentacles slid out and grabbed her. A face extended on one of the slimy extremities leaned close and said "Aren't you a pretty thing?" Before it was quickly sliced away by a katana— wielded by Rikuo expertly, and he stood in front of her furiously defending.
Kana noticed a slightly thicker tentacle sliding up underneath him and snaking around his ankle and without his knowing, it tightened.
"Ri—"
Too late.
He was picked up and violently thrown impossibly hard into a wall, blood running down most of his head and unconscious, katana still clutched tightly. He was half buried in rubble.
Kana pulled out her second weapon, the one she never used. She pulled out her automatic gun and fired insanely at the yokai until she could hear it click with emptiness. By then she cluched her cell phone to her ear, police on the line, screaming help.
Sqelcccccchhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Kana looked down to find a single tentacle embedded deep in her chest and out her back.
By the time she hit the ground she was already dead.
Rikuo awoke in a dark room that smelled like chlorine. Machines beeped around him. He was in his Night Form.
Where am I? Kana! Where's Kana…
He dully remembered the yokai that had attacked them… in broad daylight. If Kana lived, she would have done the most sensible thing… she would have called the police…
Shit!
He was in a human hospital. He quickly changed uncomfortably to his day form and sat up, pulling off the wire monitors, which had started beeping loudly.
"He's awake! " he heard in the distance.
Rikuo's head swam and he collapsed back on the bed, breathing hard.
A pretty face appeared over him.
"Are you okay sir?"
He ignored her question. "Kana."
She looked confused. "Excuse me?"
He looked her straight in the eye. "Ienaga Kana. Where is she? She was with me… in the alley… oh shit…"
"I'm so sorry… I'll need your name."
"I have to get out of here."
Once again, he stood, dizzy, but this time he landed hard on the floor, and blacked out again.
Rikuo was at the funeral two weeks later, eyes wide and furious. He could feel Tsurara's cold hands on his arm. She was crying silently. Up ahead, he could hear Kana's mother wailing loudly as Kana's coffin was lowered next to her father's grave. He had died the year before. He held his black umbrella against the rain and refused to cry. This was his fault. He was too weak, and that was why Kana had died.
He was clutching his umbrella hard, he could feel it cutting hard into his hands.
The police had told him that Kana's body had been pierced through and through ninety-eight times with what they assumed were bullets. Rikuo knew they were the tentacles of the yokai that had knocked him unconscious. The police also assumedit was the work of a serial killer that had been killing hundreds of young pretty girls of the same agenda as Kana.
That made Rikuo even angrier.
Finally the coffin was placed gently in to the ground and started to be covered with dirt.
"Rikuo-sama…"
He looked down at the small Tsurara clutching his arm.
"Are you okay?"
He looked ahead again, a scary expression on his face.
"I'm going to kill the yokai that did this to her."
The yuuki-onna looked up at him oddly. "Do we go tonight?"
"No," he replied, "I want to kill it in my day form. I will kill it in my day form. But perhaps I might visit it tonight. But I want you only to come with me, if you will."
Tsurara looked stunned at her master's sudden hardness.
"Yes. O-okay."
At last, the only people left were Rikuo and Kana's mother. She refused to leave the grave, sobbing incessantly.
"Ienaga-san."
The old woman quieted and murmured "Nura?"
He kneeled down and gently patted her back. "Your daughter will be avenged," he whispered, "Because I know who did it. And they will die by my hands."
She looked up at him, wide eyed. "Please." She said softly. "Thank you."
It was getting cooler as it became later in the night. Rikuo took off his coat in a comforting gesture.
"Come on. You can have dinner at my house tonight. It must be pretty lonely at your own."
"No thank you, Rikuo. I was going to live over with my sister in Osaka. I don't think I can stay here anymore."
"Okay, Ienaga-san. I'll come over and help you anyway."
She smiled small and walked slowly out of the graveyard with Rikuo.
And Rikuo's determination burned harder in his chest.
Late at night, Night Rikuo stood high on a building with Tsurara standing behind him. He looked down on the destroyed wall where he'd been thrown. And the massive bloodstain that marked Kana's area of death. The whole area was roped off with yellow tape. He could sense the tendrils of fear curling off something huddled in the corner.
"Thisssss issss mine." It hissed throatily, and it stepped into the moonlight. Rikuo could now see it was a girl. It was like she had no color, the sharpness of her whiteness stood out against the environment. Tentacles writhed around her body and the ground; they were barbed to a lethal point. She had no eyes, and sharp, widely-spaced teeth.
"Now, Tsurara," Rikuo murmured, eyes totally focused on the yokai below him.
The ground frosted over slowly, freezing the tentacles a soft blue and crawling onto the remarkably fast, freezing her quickly. Rikuo appeared before her and hissed wickedly into her ears, "Do you know who I am?" He said it low enough so that Tsurara couldn't hear him.
"An intruuuuder." She drawled. She paused. "This is miiiiiiine, I've had blooood spilled hereeeee."
"I am the human that you threw into that wall right there—" he pointed, " and I will be back," he hissed right into her ear. The yokai wanted to shake at the sheer menace that had been put into the voice that had her trapped in ice. She let herself see and saw pale skin, and crimson blood-red eyes put right in front of her, very close, breathing evenly.
Fear entered this yokai's heart and struck her closely. She was terrified, when he disappeared to the top of one of the buildings, and disappeared once again.
Breathing shakily. The yokai waited for the ice to melt so she could leave, escape rather, before the other yokai that had just appeared returned to kill her.
When Rikuo returned home, the house was silent. They had waited for Rikuo, expecting him to arrive with blood on his blade and vengeance in his eyes. They just met a very, very angry Rikuo, who immediately disappeared to the back garden after grabbing a bottle of drink that was lying unopened on the kitchen counter. He stayed in the ever-blooming sakura tree all night, until morning, until his mother went nervously to check up on her son, who very suddenly dropped down on front of her in his Day Form.
"Rikuo… I was going to ask you I you wanted breakfast."
"Thank you okaa-san," he said, distracted, "But can it wait for a second? There's something I need to do."
He walked very quickly into the house and disappeared into his room.
Three weeks later, Rikuo emerged from his room with a sort of finality. He checked the time to see that it was around twelve o'clock.
"Okay…." He breathed out and activated his fear and disappeared. He walked around the house, standing right behind just about anyone he could think of and anyone he ran across.
He snuck up behind Aotabo and flicked his head, causng him to yell out,slap his head, and throw his arms around to see who had flicked him. But Rikuo had already ducked out of the room
He flipped off Kurotabo"s hat, pulled off Kubinashi's scarf, and mussed up Kejouro's hair, and pulled off Mezumaru's mask. Tsurara nearly got him when he pulled the obi off her kimono. But no one could detect him at all.
He put himself to the final test and snuck soberly up on his grandfather. In his Night form, he had managed to sneak up perfectly on Nurarihyon after nearly fifteen years of trying.
Moving silently and quickly, he stood right behind his grandfather…. Who tensed slightly, turned around, and stared Rikuo straight in the eye suspiciously. He looked around and didn't seem to see anything, so he turned back around and continued smoking. Rikuo slapped Nurarihyon's bald odd- shaped head and ran the hell out of there when a loud "Oi!" sounded.
After about fourteen hours, when everyone was gathering for food and alcohol, Rikuo collapsed from sheer exhaustion.
"Ughhhhh, that's sad, thirteen hours, fifty-nine minutes, and 49 seconds."
And then he looked up to the peeved expressions of just about everyone in the main house.
He stood ungracefully.
"Ummmm, I've been practicing for these past couple of weeks my fear and the other stuff…"
Narrowed eyes.
"It's not as good as in my Night Form…"
Silence.
Rikuo grabbed a ton of food and disappeared to his sakura tree.
Another four weeks later, Rikuo came up to Tsurara.
"Tsurara-chan, can I ask you something?"
"Yeah, waka."
"Can you fight with me?"
Tsurara turned around to gawk at the teenager, who'd said it with such a pleasant expression and tone she'd been expected an entirely different question.
"Please? I want to test myself without hurting anyone. So can you practice with me?"
"O-okay Rikuo-sama."
Perfect, he thought.
And thus laziness takes over :D I get really lazy, plus my back is hurting from sitting here, so I'll finish this one when I get inspired to sit my lazy ass at the computer and type. If you're upset and/or annoyed review! If you're not, Review! I'd really appreaciate it.
By the way, is Rikuo's grandfather's name Nurarihyon? I have no idea what to call him.
I killed Kana! XD
Sorry, I've been thinking up this one for awhile. I had NO idea it was going to be this frickin' loooooooong. I was thinking of having 20 stories in this fanfic, but I can see that's not happening :
What can you do?
Anyway, if you can give me a bit of tips on character's names and fears, that'd be really helpful, because I read the manga, and the person that uploaded all the chapters was a crappy scanlator and everything was super fuzzy, so I didn't catch some of the words, names, and/or didn't get the picture. *crying*
So any assistance would be deeply appreciated.
YellowWomanontheBrink is currently:
Angry with herself for the crappy first story and the cut off second one. XO
Worried about School. *Sob*
Thanks for Reading!