I Need You
Summary: Tsurara Oikawa is a student and don't believe that Yokai is exist. Then, one day someone came and claimed to be her fiancé, and he's a yokai! But, somehow this is related to the death of her mother and her forgotten memories. And most importantly what is she, a human or a yokai? What's she gotten herself into, anyway? RikuoxTsurara.
Disclaimer: I do not own Nurarihyon no Mago!
Warning: AU, Maybe OOC (I'd try my best to not), OCs in future chapter, others.
Note: This chapter is already fixed. Beta'd by Lamiror. There's a few things changed, so I need you to re-read again and I hope this time it's better.
Chapter 1: Normal, Cold Food and Fiancé
Tsurara eyes shot open and her breath hitched. It was just a nightmare, just a bad dream. No, it was the dream about when her mother died on that bloody night. Again. She sighed in relief, wiping the light coat of sweat from her forehead, it was over. Again, she let out a breath as she raked long, delicate fingers through her long hair. It was a mess. Her blue eyes searched for a clock and settled on the one mounted on her left wall. It was three AM. Yawning, she nervously snuggled under the hot sheets again, praying that her nightmare will not visit her again this night.
~Morning~
"Tsurara, it's time for you to wake up," Kejoro, Tsurara's aunt, who was taking care of her in her mother's stead, rapped her knuckles sharply on her door. "if you don't get up now, you're going to be late!" The dark haired lady called as the sleepy lump called Tsurara rolled on the bed and covered her head with pillow. Too late, she was -unfortunately- awake. "I know that you're awake in there, Tsurara," Kejoro growled as she opened the door. The teen sat up and gave her aunt an indignant glare, pouting. Her aunt's headstrong gaze faltered. "W-What? Don't give me that look," She wasn't going to fall for her niece's trap. Not today!
Tsurara grumbled to herself. Darn, she usually melts to that look... With an annoyed sigh, she wandered to her bathroom, shutting the door none too lightly.
.o.
"Auntie, I want cereal for breakfast not toast," Tsurara whined.
"I forgot to buy cereal, so… Too bad, eat your toast," She replied haughtily, sipping at her steaming coffee "Now hurry, finish your breakfast or you'll be late!" The girl gagged. Kejoro snicked and slid a cup of water across the table, watching her drain it in a matter of seconds.
Tsurara slammed the cup on her table, letting out a refreshed breath. She shrieked as she finally notices the glowing green numbers on the clock. "AHH! I'm gonna be late!" She grabbed her bag and paused, running in place as if she was already going there; the relaxed lady raised an eyebrow as her niece glanced over her shoulder. "I'll probably be late today, so you don't need to wait for me!" And with that, the door slammed shut.
Kejoro only smiled. She laughed softly over the rim of her mug. What an energetic girl, she thought. Then she glanced at the very same clock. "Ack!" Her head popped up comically. "I'm late!"
.o.
So while we're watching our main character ran from home to school, let's brief you in. She's a fifteen year old and a first year highschool with deep blue eyes and long blue-black hair. She has six -Well, you could say- close friends, since they're always together. Yura, Torii, Maki, Kiyotsugu, Shima and the last but not least, Kana. They formed a club called 'Kiyojūji Paranormal Investigation Squad', made solely for investigating legendary beings called Yokai. Although Tsurara originally refused to join because she didn't believe in yokai, and after a grueling verbal battle with Kiyotsugu, she had joined only to prove them wrong. Let's introduce you to her friends.
Friend #1: Yura Kekain! She has short dark brown hair and matching colored eyes. She was also an onmyoji from the prestigious Kekain family in Kyoto. Her job is to protect the city from evil yokai, and still in training. Even thought Tsurara and Yura argue if yokai exist or not, they're still best friends.
Next, friend #2, is Natsumi Torii, her black hair was always tied into high ponytail, showing off cat-like blue eyes. She's a mellow-ish and kind girl, causing Tsurara to take a liking to her. She is very close with Maki, her best friend since childhood.
And that brings us to friend #3, Saori Maki, sporting short blonde hair and brown eyes. She is a short-tempered and peppy girl, very protective and caring towards Torii, willing to do anything for her best friend. Valuing friendship, Tsurara pushes her bash manner to the side and likes her as well.
Friend #4: Kiyotsugu, has black hair and sharp dark brown eyes. He was (and is) obsessed with yokai since he was a wee boy, the exact opposite of Tsurara. But inside, Tsurara does know that Kiyotsugu actually a good person.
Kiyotsugu's good friend and #5, Jirō Shima owns rugged blonde hair. He was a nice guy, but Tsurara always tries to avoid him because she knew that he has crush with her. Which is a little awkward. It's not like she hates him or something, she just can't think what would happen if she accepted his feelings. -Insert shudder-
And the lastly for friend (Or frenemy?)#6, Kana Ienaga. She has brown hair and hazel eyes. Alas, our character here and Kana don't really get along well. It seems like they're competing with each other or something. They're friends, but... not friends?
"Oikawa-san!" Tsurara jumped in surprise when she heard that voice. She knows very well who called her. Uh oh, Shima. Without thinking twice, she sprinted to leave Shima in the dust, somewhat confused. But either way, Shima decides to catch up with Tsurara. "Oikawa-san, wait for me!"
.o.
"Oikawa-san, why did you run?" Shima asked, leaning on his knees while panting tiredly. Tsurara Oikawa, who just realized that Shima is right behind her, again jumped in surprise. She slowly turned around her head to face him. However, the bell chimed, saving the poor blue haired girl. Thank God!
She laughed nervously, pointing to the huge clock on the tower. "Oh, the bell! Bye Shima!" With that, she was quickly walked towards her class with Shima at her heels. Not long after Tsurara got in to the class, everyone seemed busy talking about something, excitement buzzing through the class. She sat down, nudging Yura, who sat next to her. "Hey, Onmyoji girl, what's everyone talking about?" whispered Tsurara to "Onmyoji girl", as known as Yura.
"It's Yura, you know," Yura hissed, raising an eyebrow, making her laugh, scratching the back of her head. For some reason, Tsurara likes to call Yura with that than with her own name "Oh, well… There's a new student coming in today and everyone's everyone's betting if it's a girl or a boy. Nothing much really." Tsurara mouth form an 'o', then she sweats dropped at Yura because she always wears a vapid look on her expressionless face. Sighing, she looked around the class. Everyone was here, but… "Where's that girl?" She asked aimlessly, not requiring a response, but Yura gladly answer her question.
"You mean, Ienaga-san? She's sick, so she didn't go to school today,"
"Ah, I see." She muttered, nodding wistfully as the students got settled for the teacher who came in.
"As you all know today, we have a new student," the teacher spoke "You may come in." Someone with glasses and brown eyes, walked in. His hair that is brown within the top half and dark brown within the bottom half walked in quietly. Everyone's eyes followed him. He stopped next the teacher and smiled pleasantly.
"I'm Nura Rikuo! Pleased to meet you!" He introduced himself, bowed politely, and with the smiled still on the face. Groans and cheers erupted from the class and the clatter of yen hitting desks sounded. Some of the girls stopped to admire the good looking boy, and some guys somewhat frustrated that it wasn't a girl.
During the lunch break, the girls gathered around Rikuo and prodded at him with questions, "Nura-kun, where did you come from?" One of the girls asked. "Nura-kun, are you even listening?" Asked another. Rikuo, who wasn't paying attention, kept watching the blue haired girl. The girls noticed that and one of them spoke, "Oikawa-san, huh? I think you have a good taste, Nura…"
Rikuo gave her a wry smirk, "Is that so...?"
On the other hand, Tsurara shivered. What's this uncomfortable feeling? She thought as she looked around the class. She had been feeling someone staring at her since the start of lunch break, when she glanced at where the new student sat, she felt... weird. Rikuo smiled and waved at her. Tsurara smiled and waved back hesitantly before she turned back to eat her lunch.
"Oikawa-san, what's wrong?" Shima asked, worried, Tsurara quickly shook her head.
"No, it's nothing!" She lied, stuffing a piece of rice in her mouth. Maybe, it was just her feeling, so she swept away the thought.
~After School~
"Bye-bye…!" Tsurara waved to Maki and Torii. They have to separate ways because their house wasn't in the same direction and now Tsurara walked with Kiyotsugu, Shima. Yura didn't join in with them because she had a part time job right after school ended.
"Oikawa-san, are you okay?" asked Shima when he noticed Tsurara gloomy expression. Overhearing Shima, Kiyotsugu turned to the girl walking beside them, curiosity on his features.
"Eh?" She sapped out of her train of thought to see two worried faces. "Yeah! I'm fine, don't worry!" She said quickly, giving them a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
Both Shima and Kiyotsugu thought that she was acting odd. Of course, Tsurara didn't want to trouble them. But she felt that someone was following, watching, like a stalker. Whenever she glanced over her shoulder to see, her eyes only met empty street, but the funky feeling that's itching at her mind refused to leave ever since lunch. Situations like this made her glad that she had company.
"Oh, we have to go this way, Shima." Kiyotsugu stopped his blond friend and pointed the opposite direction. Unease squirmed in her stomach as she gave them a fake cheery smile and a wave. Her dark haired friend turned to her with worry in his brown eyes. "Tsurara," He called, causing her to look at him.
"Yeah?"
"Be careful, you don't know what could happen."
She clenched her teeth together, feeling that fear rear its ugly head. "T-Thanks." She managed back before she whirled around and sprinted toward her house.
.o.
"I'm home!" Tsurara yelled, panting lightly as she dropped her schoolbag at the steps inside. Oh, I think auntie still on work, she thought. Tsurara then headed towards her room on the second floor, bathing and changing into her favorite pajamas and coming back down, hungry. Walking into the kitchen, she dug through the fridge and pulling out some leftovers.
Preparing a pot on the stove, she pulled off the cover of her own made food and was about to tip the goods into the pot when- "The food's always going to be cold regardless how much you heat it up, even if it is good." A vein popped on her forehead.
She snapped and spun around to face the voice, believing it was Kejoro. "I wasn't asking for your opinion, Ke-" She stops when her eyes meet an odd looking young man wearing a blue haori over a black yukata. The part that was odd was his hair, the top half of his hair is white while the bottom half of his hair is black, his hair is long and protruding out the back of his head as if in a wind. A sly smirk was painted on his angular features, scarlet eyes trained on her. Tsurara eyes widened as she stumbled back, the bowl clattering on the counter. "Who are you? A thief?" She thought for a moment. "Kyaa! Are you here to kidnap me?"
"Wha-? Kidnap you?" The man started with disbelief hanging from his tone. He laughed softly, like wind rustling a field of grass.
The panicked girl brandished a knife that she pulled from the drawer beside her. "S-Stay back! I have a knife and I'm not afraid to use it!" He snickered, red eyes amused. Suddenly, he vanished. Like smoke, dissipating in the wind. "Ara? Where'd you- Mmmph!"
A firm hand clamped over her mouth, earning a squeak of surprise from her. His other hand eased the knife from her fingers before she could react. Tsurara struggled, "Shh…" He murmured into her ear. "I'm not going to hurt you, relax. Just... Don't scream, alright?" She nodded slowly, unsure. As soon as he released her mouth, she wrenched away from him and stayed a safe distance away.
"Then, who are you? What are you doing here?" Tsurara shot relentlessly. His eyebrows shot into his bangs as he held his hands up in a "Whoa there" movement.
He gave her a smile. "Take it easy, it's not like I'm gonna eat you or something." Her face flushed. Then she felt it. Ah! It's just like earlier today! "Were you the one that was following me?"
"Oh, yeah, what of it?" She blinked. Cool as a cucumber.
"What do you want, huh, stalker?" He stayed silent, but before she knew it, he was already an inch from her face. He...He warped!
"It's not nice to talk to your fiancé like that you know," His breath brushing her nose as he cupped her chin, his arm making it's way around her waist. She fidgeted slightly, uncomfortable. Then it hit her.
"F-Fiancé? What are you talking about?" She mumbled. What with this man? Is he crazy or something?
"Yup, and it's me. Your mom arranged it." He informed, pulling back and shruging his shoulders.
She stared at him blankly
"What? Don't believe me? Then let me prove it," The man simply swooped her up, carrying her bridal style.
Her face turned a beet red. "H-Hey! Let me go! Put me down this instant!" She yelled, kicking as he nonchalantly opened the door and stepped out into the city, "- Huh?" She looked around wildly at the huge crowd of people passing by her while he carried them.
"Why aren't they...?" He winked at her, clamming her up effectively as another blush claimed her face.
"Magic. We're going to my house; just do make sure you believe, 'kay?" Without her consent, he simply kept walking on.
.o.
"WHAT?" The teen shrieked. The man's house was huge, but that wasn't what made her yell. Yokai. Everywhere. From the trees, to the corridors, the rooms, the lawn, heck, even the pond! Her blue eyes were wide with shock as she gaped at the mythical creatures walking and flying around. Yokai...exist! He heard a husky chucked from behind her. "You'll catch flies if you open your mouth that wide."
Her mouth slammed shut and she glanced at him warily. "Don't tell me you're a yokai too."
He shrugged, his mouth twisted into a smirk. "Too bad."
Tsurara's jaw hung open again. She doesn't believe this! Firstly, yokai shouldn't, didn't, don't exist. Second, a little while ago, a stranger -who's a yokai- broke into her home, claimed he -who's a yokai- was her fiance, kidnapped her and is now a hostage at his -a yokai's- yokai-filled home! Did she mention that he was a yokai? Third... HER MOTHER SET HER UP WITH A YOKAI? -Insert sigh- What has she gotten into?
"Tsurara?"
She turned at the all-too-familiar voice "Auntie?" What the hell is my aunt doing here? She screamed in her head. She rubbed her eyes three times, but still her aunt stood before her, a gorgeous kimono no less. The young man beside her laughed.
"Oh, so Kejoro here acts as an aunt?" Tsurara glared at him icily, but he ignored her.
"Auntie! What are you doing here?" Tsurara asked. Kejoro seems confused on how to answer her question, while Kejoro thinking how she will answer the question, Tsurara afraid that her aunt is also…. A yokai.
"Err… how I explain all of this?" Kejoro mumbled, thinking out loud. "Master Rikuo! Why did you bring her here?"
Rikuo? Where I've heard that… name? She knows that she has heard that name somewhere, but where?
Rikuo grinned and waved her off. "Kejoro, bring her to my room later." He commanded. She nodded without hesitation, like a soldier.
"Wait, waitwaitwaitwaitwait... YOUR ROOM?
.o.
She rubbed her eyes for the nth time as another yokai passed them. Kejoro, perfectly neutral, led them to her doo- I mean, Rikuo's room. On the way, many yokai watched them, or more correctly, her as they passed. No matter how many times she repeated to herself that this was a dream, pinched herself, or felt the sharp pain of whenever she tugged her hair, it was all real. They stopped in front of the gates of hell- I mean, the shoji screen leading to Rikuo's room. "Um, auntie?"
"Yes?"
"Can you explain to me, what's happen here? He claimed to be my fiancé and now you're here? Then, are you a yokai, too?" If her aunt was a yokai, then... was she one too? Wasn't she human?
Kejoro smiled ruefully, "Sorry to hide this for such a long time, but yes I am a yokai," Tsurara face fell. Then what about her? Kejoro knew what Tsurara was probably thinking about, so she added quickly, "I can't say for sure if you are a human or a yokai. Let the time answer it for you," Tsurara's face wrinkled into a skeptical look, but nodded slowl y"I'll be explained the rest later, but first you have to meet with master Rikuo." Kejoro said as she open the shoji door, gesturing her to enter.
Her blue eyes fell on the figure that sat on the floor in the middle of the room with folded arms. Kejoro shut the shoji screen and leaving Tsurara with him… alone. Wait, why I'm imagined that? It's not way that could happen!
"Come, I'm not going to hurt you, remember?" His deep voice rang out in the large room. Hesitantly, she stepped forward and abruptly tripped on the futon lying in front of her. A rustle of clothing a breeze touched her face. She opened an eye, and squeaked
"Are you okay?" Rikuo asked softly, gently. Tsurara bet that her face was like a boiled crab right now. "You should be more careful or you'll get hurt," He reprimanded, seating her on his futon. Then, like an excited schoolboy, he grinned and pushed her down lightly, his face getting closer.
"Wh-what are you trying to do?" She screeched, her face heated.
"Don't scream. It's useless. We're already engaged, so no one is going to interrupt us, anyway." Her voice died in her throat at his words. She doesn't understand... What was going on! When? When was she engaged! She doesn't remember anything! Rikuo arms now wrapped around her waist, she wanted to scream, but her throat refused to listen. Something wet dragged over her neck and her world went black. Rikuo removed his face from the pale column of her neck. "She's out?" He grumbled, and then sighed, a light smile dusting his face. His girl is really cute. It's true that she even didn't remember who's he or the fact that they both already engaged. This is going to be messy. He couldn't help but think, now that he had to convince her again.
It has happened seven years ago. When she lost her mother and even lost almost all of her memories due to shock. About him and what happened on that night. Rikuo looked to Tsurara's now sleeping face. A frown set on his face as he held her against him. He had broken his promise of protecting her, but he wasn't about to lose her again.
Then, Rikuo placed his right arm wrapped around her body before he fell asleep himself.
.o.o.o.o.
How was it this time? The next chapter will be coming soon, so please be patient. :D
EDITED: Tsurara eyes is blue not amber.