Hi! Fourth fic about Rikuo x Tsurara ^-^v
I'd just like to thank you for those who reviewed them and faved/followed!
This fic only has 2 chapters, hoho, I wanted it to be a oneshot, but then I thought, what fun would it be without a hangcliff? Haha. Am I evil? :p
ANYWAY, this is a version of a sequel of the NuraMago Drama CD, the one titled Tsurara to Chiisana Koi. If you have not heard of it, go to my profile and click the link. I wanted to post it here, but somehow part of the link gets deleted by FF net.
I recommend for you to read/hear it first though, to better understand my sequel. The drama CD was a shipper tease and extremely fluffy and adorable. I'd thought I'd make a sequel of it, so let's see what you think!
By the way, I added several Japanese words, and I've placed the translation in brackets beside it. If you find it annoying, you may tell me in the reviews, and I'll remove it. I just wanted to add it so that well, to make it as canon as possible. Also, I tried hard to make them un-OOC as possible, I hope it's okay.
Enough rambling. Go ahead.
Disclaimer: I don't own Nurarihyon no Mago.
Jealous Rikuo? by Saphira Veera
Chapter 1: EH? A DATE?
It was a peaceful day in the Nura Main House. The sun was shining as brightly as ever, not unlike a big bright orange ball burning in fire, hanging in the blue, blue skies above. Anything can happen, right now, this second. And it so happens that the Young Third Head was caught in the argument between Kejorou and Aotabo, of which he tried to stop...in vain.
"...with you and your great brute body!" Kejorou cried out, her hair stiff in a fighting stance.
"M-Mou (Enough), Kejorou!" Rikuo announced, waving his hands.
"Oh! And what about you! Hitting on people's heads with those...rock-hard steel locks you call hair! Trying to charm people with your boo-"
"Aotabo!" Rikuo shouted. "Yamete (Stop), both of you!
"Please do not interfere, Rikuo-sama!" Both Aotabo and Kejorou screamed at his face and continued to quarrel, leaving a very confused and fuming Rikuo in the middle.
"Yare yare," came a voice behind Rikuo, barely audible above the two flaming yokais's shouts and bellows. Rikuo turned and saw Kubinashi standing in the doorway, shaking at the sight. "They never stop, don't they?"
"Kubinashi!" Rikuo called out. "Help m-"
Before he could complete his sentence, sudden silence fell over them as Kejorou and Aotabo struggled against Kubinashi's red restrain threads, their face red and angry.
Rikuo sighed in relief. "Thank you, Kubinashi."
Said yokai grunted and set Kejorou and Aotabo far from each other and relieved them of their strains.
Both Kejorou and Aotabo glared at Kubinashi, who was in turn looking at them with a bored expression. Before they could launch into another fight though, a clear cheery voice rang out.
"Tadaima~! (I am home!)"
Rikuo perked up his ears, recognizing Tsurara's signatured voice. He turned to the door just in time to see Tsurara enter, a grin plastered on her face.
"Tsu-Tsurara! Where have you been?" Rikuo asked.
"Eh? Was Waka looking for me? Hontou ni sumimasen! (I am very sorry!)" Tsurara bowed. "I had my duties done earlier so I might have a little free time t-to buy some ingredients." She held up a grocery bag in one hand. "But I am terribly sorry not to have told you beforehand, and what is it that you request -"
"Ii ya, sou janakute. (No, it's not that.)" Rikuo interrupted, waving his hands at the apology. "Some person, a boy, I think, came over earlier, looking for you," explained Rikuo.
"Ara ara, was it the boy who sent you the rabu-reta? (Love letter?)" Kejorou teased, her eyes rapidly blinking, a smug smile on her face.
"Eh? Sou desu ka? (Is that so?)" Tsurara cried, apparently looking flustered.
"S-So it's true?" Rikuo asked, his voice brimming with disbelief. "Y-You and him.. You guys are a couple now?"
Tsurara laughed slowly. "Hohoho! K-Kore wa - (That is -)"
"Eh? Yuki-Onna's got herself a boyf-" interrupted Aotabo, before he was silenced once again with a thump on the head by a fuming Kejorou, her hair spreading wide behind her.
"Let her speak, you great mutt!" Kejorou growled.
"Ne, Tsurara, is it true?" Rikuo asked loudly, trying to fill the silence before a fight occurs.
"Etto," hesitated Tsurara, her eyes landing on Kejorou for a while before meeting her master's hazel brown warm eyes. "Y-You could say it like that."
Kejorou clapped her hands together. "Are you serious? That's wonderful!"
Rikuo and Aotabo emitted a great disbelief cry.
"EH?"
"Tsu-Tsurara!"
"...that boy?"
"M-Ma ma," stammered Tsurara, her voice hesitating and her face quite pink. "No need to get so worked out. Waka, I-I thought you said I had free will to do what I wanted in this matter, and I - "
"And you still do, Tsurara! It's just that - Well, I-I - N-Nevermind!" Rikuo stuttered, finding himself at a loss of words.
"Waka," Tsurara murmured softly. She threw a glance once more to Kejorou of whom immediately understood and both left the room, leaving a spaced out Rikuo, an extremely surprised Aotabo and a bored Kubinashi, who had kept quiet throughout the whole conversation.
That afternoon, Rikuo sat in his room, completing the summer's term homework, struggling to keep up with the numbers running around his head when there came a knock on the door.
Grunting a response for the comer to come in, the door slid open and in came Tsurara, bearing a tray of food and a tall glass of amber liquid.
"I have brought lunch, Waka," she announced.
"Aa domo (Ah thanks)," murmured Rikuo.
"And a chilled glass of lemonade!"
"Ah, that is good. Thanks, Tsurara."
Setting it down on a little table, she sat herself down respectfully on the floor, her body straight and her hands folded neatly on her lap.
Sensing the sudden silence, Rikuo turned to his attendant, who was still sitting on the floor in front of him, smiling widely.
"Tsurara?"
"Hai?" Tsurara beamed at him.
"What are you doing?"
"Eh? What am I doing? Waiting for you to finish your lunch of course! And in case your drink gets hot later on, and uh, though I cannot do anything about your lunch if gets cold, but you know, I can chill the lemonade again with my powers because, haha, no one wants a hot steaming lemonade, do they not! And I am also here if you need help with your homework, because of all the current occurings lately, it must have made your brains a mess, eh? Oh, your lunch is getting cold, Waka, you - "
"Tsurara!" Rikuo exclaimed, an eyebrow lifted at her odd behaviour. "What is bothering you?"
"Eh?" Tsurara asked innocently. "There is certainly nothing bothering me, not at the moment at least! Though it would become a bother if you do not consume your lunch immediately! Wakana-sama has made an -"
"Tsurara! What is it?" Rikuo pestered.
Tsurara laughed hesitatingly. "N-Nothing, Waka. J-Just that - Uhm-"
Rikuo stared at her, his brown eyes boring holes to those flustered pair of amber eyes, the latter's owner's face flushing under the gaze.
"Well?"
"I - uhm - I was wondering, Rikuo-sama... If you are indeed fine with what's going on between me and -"
"The boy who gave you the rabu-reta (love letter)?"
"Hai!"
Rikuo smiled a little. He lowered his face to Tsurara's level. The blue-black-haired girl turned redder.
"Ri-Rikuo-sam-!"
"It's all right, Tsurara. After all, yokai and humans should be good friends, don't they? This relationship you have established - It has made great bonds with the human and yokai history!"
"Sou desu ka?"
"Mochiron desu! (Of course!)"
"Sou ka," beamed Tsurara. "Domo arigatou gozaimasu!"
"Aa ii ya (Ah that's alright.)"
"Is there any particular errand you wish for me to do? I have successfully completed the cooking, laundry, the cleaning, washing, mopping and trimming all those weeds out there that simply horrified me!"
"Ah that's good. And, uhm, no, I think not. Ne, Tsurara, why... Why don't you go out and have fun?"
"Have...fun?"
"Yes, you must be stressed here, you know, doing all those chores everyday! Go out and hang out with - Oh, maybe - I don't know, Yura-chan or Kana-chan perhaps? Do a little girl shopping?"
"Girl...shopping, is it?"
"Ah," Rikuo blushed a little. "You know - Shop for - clothes? Stuff girls like? Uhm, lip-lipstick?"
"Lipstick?"
"Ah sore jya - Ano - E-Etto - Tsu-Tsurara -" Rikuo stammered, sensing how awkward the situation was.
"That is a great idea!"
"It-It is?"
"Hai! Though I'm not sure what I would do with a lipstick. But, how about you, Rikuo-sama?"
"What-What about me?"
"It is my eternal duty to stand guard by you at all times! It would be utterly shameful for me if you are to come to harm! I cannot simply leave my post merely for the sake of fun!"
"That's all right, Tsurara! I can assign Kejorou or maybe Kubinashi to replace your post, at least after you come home!"
"B-But -"
"Go for it, Tsurara!"
"Are you certain about this, Waka?"
"Never have been more certain!"
"T-Then, arigatou gozaimasu! I will be back before dinner then, Waka! Oh and eat your lunch before it gets cold!" She gave a hasty bow and ran off outside.
"Eh? Ma-Matte, Tsurara! That fast? No plans? Arrangements? Aren't you girls.. O-Oi!"
"How do I look, Kejorou?"
"You look stunning, Tsurara. Well you always are, anyway," commented Kejorou, stepping back and scrutinizing the younger female yokai.
Tsurara was dressed in a soft purple dress embroidered with white puffed-sleeves. Black leggings wrapped around her legs. Her ever-present scarf was wounded around her neck. Kejorou hesitatingly ran over her fingers over the material of the scarf.
"Are you sure you want to wear this on your first date? He might think bad of you, you know."
"B-But if I don't, I'll freeze him instead!"
"Is that good news or bad?"
"Kejorou~!"
The long wavy haired woman laughed. She suddenly stopped and shook her head. "You are not being honest with this...aren't you?"
"Eh? Dou iu koto? (What do you mean?)" Tsurara piped up innocently, patting her scarf.
Kejorou sighed. "Putting up all this pretense? You are lying to yourself, you know? This -"
"Kejorou," Tsurara said firmly. "I am not pretending. This is for real."
"And yet you still look at Waka with those eyes brimming with burning longing and d-"
"Chi-Chigau yo! (I-I do not!)" Tsurara protested. She looked at the floor. "This...is for the best. You know that, Kejorou. That girl... Ienaga-san... She is Rikuo-sama's place to return to. I.. It is impossible for me."
"Muri janai! (It isn't impossible!) If you had just - tried harder, Waka will -"
Tsurara shook her head, and smiled. "Iie. That is not how it works. Thank you, Kejorou." She left the room quietly.
The long wavy haired woman tutted and shook her head as she left the room. 'Boys nowadays...so foolishly dense."
Tsurara ran down the hall, her small bag banging against her hip as she did so. Nodding and calling cheerfully to passing housemates and yokais, she ignored the questions that bombarded her every corner, preferring to answer with a laugh or a wave of her hand.
She slowed down in front of the front door, her heart beating faster from all the running.
"Jya, ittekimasu! (I'm going!)" She called out to no one in particular and slid open the door.
Adjusting her eyes to the sudden brightness, she blinked away the spots and when she did, her amber eyes was met with hazel brown eyes. She jumped back in surprise.
"Ri-Rikuo-sama!" Tsurara cried.
"Tsurara, uhm, I -" Rikuo wanted to bang his head on the ground for being so silly. With all the stuttering and stammering, he sure was not handling the situation very well. Clearing his throat, he looked at Tsurara and noticed her clothes.
"I see you dressed up," he commented.
"Hai."
"I-I have asked Kubinashi to replace your post. Just be back before dinner, all right?"
Tsurara smiled back cheerfully. "Hai! Domo arigatou gozaimasu, Waka!"
Rikuo nodded. "So, who will you be - Err - hanging out with?"
"Eh? S-Since you have not specifically asked who I will hang out with... He asked me yesterday if-if I was free and I said no, but then you allowed, so I called him and told him!"
"So - you're having a date?"
"I-i guess so. Waka, are you all -"
"I'm coming with you!"
"Eh? Tte - nani? (W-What?)" Tsurara stared at her master, gaping.
"Ah! Etto - sore wa -" stuttered Rikuo, baffled at his words a couple of seconds ago. He did not know why he said it. Just...seeing Tsurara dress up nicely just for him...he was suddenly reluctant to let her go. Realizing that he was making an utter fool of himself, he quickly gathered himself and made up an excuse.
"Uhm, coincidentally, Gramps asked me to - er - pick up some things in the mall today, and I - er - you know, since you are going there - we could go together?"
"How about your homework, Waka?"
"H-Homework? A-Ano - I-I have f-finished it of course!"
'I hate stammering.' Rikuo thought as he tried to explain his excuse.
Then don't stammer! Another deep male voice in his head said, presumably his alter ego, the Night Rikuo.
Y-Yoru?
See, you are doing it again!
Yoru, I -
"...ma? Rikuo-samaaa?"
Rikuo tuned into reality and met Tsurara's big wide amber eyes, waving her hands at him to catch his attention.
"Ah, hai! So would you - uhm - like to?" Rikuo asked, clearing his throat.
"What are you saying? I have just agreed, did I not?" Tsurara beamed at him. "Come on then, Waka." She grabbed his hand and dragged him away from the house.
"Tsurara! Chot-Chotto! (H-Hold on!)"
DONE! Well? ASDFGHJKL. A MASTER ESCORTING HIS SERVANT TO A DATE. THIS MUST BE A FIRST. I hope the Japanese words and translation are correct. I'm a newbie myself, so I'd greatly appreciate if you point out which ones are wrong, and I'll correct it ASAP.
This isn't an order, but..it's a plead. REVIEW? Please? :)
OVER AND OUT! SEE YOU IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!
