Trouble=Maker
by: ambivalencia

AU! - Youkai!Rikuo x Tsurara

"Rikuo Nura was a middle-high school student who was labeled as one of the most badass troublemaker of the year. He was fearless, rich, and powerful. Boys feared him, girls fawned over him. But one day, he realized that his life would drastically change, as he found a girl named Tsurara lying down beside of his bed, sleeping."

Notes: Hello there Nurarihyon no Mago fandom. I think I have made a long hiatus enough to gather quite courage to post my fanfiction again in this fandom. My fanfiction, Tsurara's Diary had been discontinued since god-knows-when. And as my apology, I would like to post another series that I have done for 3 chapters or so for RikuTsura lovelies. I hope you are not mad at me discontinuing the previous fanfiction, since I have done a lot of things to make it better, but it just won't. So ... Please do read and review! :) This time the prologue is short, but you won't know the next chapter. This ongoing fanfiction will be updated at least once two weeks.

P.S: What do you think about Nuramago 210 (final chapter)? Damn, I thought it will end quite well.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, except the plot and idea.

Trouble=Maker
Chapter 01
One. Two. Three.

The life of Rikuo Nura was perfectly perfect, mundane and also peaceful. At least, for 5 years, it was. Before his father's death resulted by a certain odd incident, he was a perfectly kind boy who was kind to everybody. Everybody loved him. Everybody knew the kind Rikuo Nura that would always smile and help everyone. But everything changed ever since the police couldn't detect the body of his beloved father.

They said the body disappeared from the location. They said that they couldn't track where it was.

The day after the mournful day of his father's death, the little handsome boy thought once, that he would gladly die several times, if he could bring his beloved father back to the world, to stop the tears that were flowing needlessly from his mother's teary eyes, and to stop his self-pitying. Oh yes, how glad he was if he rather could. He told his mother once as he was cupping her cheek for the salty tears that had left from its container, "Okaa-san, am I naughty? Is it because Rikuo is a naughty boy that the gods take father away from us? Did they mad because I am naughty?"

"No, no, Rikuo-kun. You are not naughty ... Rihan left us because ... he just had to."

Questions always popped in his little timid mind, who couldn't stop letting the salty tears left from his eyes. He wished he could stop the pity, regret and deceit from his mournful heart over his father's death. But he just couldn't. For every godly being out there, he was a little kid who had parts of his heart torn apart.

And he couldn't mend it by himself. Not now, or probably not ever.

Ever since his self-pity had blown the screw out from his brain, he started off his daily activity, and there he was called as a bully, someone who didn't like to be commanded, someone who disliked authority. Someone who was entirely different from he actually was back in the first 5 years of his life. And there he was, 16, living with his grandfather ever since her mother left him to search for his father. Even worse for his classmates, he was actually from of a yakuza household, and yes. He was ridiculously strong.

Living as a Rikuo Nura wasn't that hard actually.

All you had to do was to stop caring for each other, bear the misanthropy inside of you, have a silver hair that denied the gravity ...

And be the undefeated troublemaker.