A/N: This is sad. I tell you, This is sad. *sobs*

I played When the Love falls by Yiruma while writing this. You might want to try it.. That's my favorite Piano Piece. Nothing beats it. For me though. =)

Note: Rikuo's form doesn't change here. He only has one Form, And that is the Overly Hot Night one. Nyahahahaha.

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It was just an another fine day. At least that's what she thought. Or wanted it to be.

She looked back at the house she has been living in for her whole life.

Her friends were deeply wounded. Aotabo were at the rear end of the gate, unconscious and bleeding. Kubinashi were left out at the front, unconscious as well. Comrades were scattered all throughout.

Why?

Nurarihyon, their Sodaisho, were now also deeply wounded, and was left bleeding from the Battle he just had at the Roof.

Why? Just.. Why?

To the least was, Kejoro escaped with Wakana-sama, and is now safe.

Why.. Rikuo-sama.. Where are you?

She closed her eyes, A tear dropping from one of its corners.

"Rikuo-sama.." She stuttered, while holding her bleeding side.

Tsurara reminisced all the things that had just occurred. It all happened so fast. One moment, Yura Kekain called, saying that the Flowerpot Kana Ienaga got held captive at Kyoto and they were all deeply wounded already and can't do anything anymore. They need help, she said. She was crying.

Rikuo though, immediately went out, releasing his fear everywhere with that awful frown in his face. They didn't even got to talk with him. She wanted to go with him though, But Nurarihyon stopped her.

"He can handle these things on his own." That's what the Sodaisho said. She just sighed. There's really nothing she could do, can't she? She's so lost.

Then one moment came, a Blonde man with a long, wavy hair went in with a very strong fear emanating within him. He brought friends with him. They all had a great amount of fear in their aura. Aotabo confronted them firstly, but to our surprise, he got swept away. Then that was the time the battle started.

I don't know if you could label it as a battle though. In just some minutes, More than half of the Nura gumi were all down. We panicked, but had Wakana-sama escape first. The original plan was for me to accompany her, But one enemy got me tailed. So I passed Wakana-sama to Kejoro and instructed her to get away as fast as they can, as far as they can.

I was swept away, Hitting the very Sakura Tree my beloved master deeply cares of. I felt my cold blood stain it's very barks.

I'm sorry.. Master.

Then the Yokai grabbed my hair, and covered my mouth. It lifted me up through my long silken hair and tied my body with a White thin string, but thin enough to be able to hold my struggles. What is this? I cried the pain in my mind.

The sun was setting and I closed my eyes with pain, only to feel more. Was I stabbed? I don't know. I just felt a blade pierce on my side. I opened my eyes once more, and then there was the Blonde man approaching us with my Wounded companions at the background. I felt so weak. I looked down and stared at a Single Fallen Sakura petal. It was not pink though. It's red. Bloody red. Am I going to die? Please at least let me see Rikuo-sama for one last time.. Please.. I just want to see him before I reach the end.

"Did they punished you way too too much?" A voice rang out. And I felt a hand caress my cheek. I looked up. Just how much I wanted it to be my Rikuo-sama, He's not. I guess I'm still unlucky after all.

He again caressed his blood-filled hands over my cheek, staining those every white pores. The night fell already. His white features are beautifully shown with the rays of Moonlight upon it. Just like her Master's.

"You're so beautiful." He said with passion. I didn't cared though. All of what's left of me was pain.

To my surprise, I felt my body loosen. The White String was removed from me. The Yokai who was holding me up a while ago broke contact with my hair, making me fall. At least I thought I was going to. I felt my whole body being caught upon, Bridal Style.

"C'mon. I got what I want. Let's go." I heard him say. What he wants? Does that mean me?

He walked out. I felt every step of he made. I guess your senses sharpens when you're near the end of your line.

I sensed different kinds of fears appearing one by one at our back. But I'm too weak to even rotate my head.

"So this is the Queen?"

"Yes. And She is a fine one indeed."

"Porcelain.. White skin.. A Pretty face.. A Yuki Onna too.. She will make an Exquisite Queen indeed."

"As always, Master sure knows how to pick."

Voices spoke. Queen? What Queen? I breathed deeply, as my blood cry out from my side.

"I didn't saw that Boy."

"Who?"

"Rikuo."

I felt a huge pang in my heart when I heard my master's name. I know I don't have any rights but, I just can't help it. I silently cried my heart and mind as I listened to their talk.

"Heh. He's at Kyoto. I heard he dashed out moments before to save his Human Friend. But leave him be. We don't need him, Master."

"Huh."

"How about Nurarihyon? What happened to him?"

Sodaisho? Oh God! I almost forgot! Where is he?

"He's up there."

"Nani? Where?"

"At the roof."

"Haha. Is he dead?"

"No. I won't benefit any even if I kill him."

"Then if he isn't dead, he should be still going in and fighting with us, right?"

"Nah. I don't think so.. He'll be sulking in more I think. Haha."

"Mind if I ask why? Master?"

"Hahaha. Let's just say I showed him a long lost love."

"Ooh."

"Hahahaha!"

I felt the Blonde man laugh. What? What is he saying? I again deemed my pain. My brothers.. Sisters.. My Comrades! Nurarihyon-sama! All of them..

"Was this all because of me?" I murmured under my breath.

His hand once again caressed my now, blood filled cheeks.

"Don't blame it on you, My love." He leaned in and kissed my forehead.

"They're weak. And that's what happens if you care too much about those petty humans-" He paused.

"You become weak." He spoke with a cold voice.

"Rikuo-sama.." That's all I can say. His name. But it seems that no matter how many.. Or how hard I call for him, He won't hear me.

"Don't bother. I heard he's all crazy saving a Weak Petty Human back at Kyoto." Those words sent arrows in my heart. Yeah. Weak. Petty. Human. But that is all enough for Rikuo to fall for her. I guess no matter how hard I try, I can't be like her. I won't be her. I breathed deeply.

Kana Nura. Hah. It suits her, doesn't it? Please take care of my Master. I know you will. I tried to smile. Too bad my heart hurts too much that I can't even take a Smile out.

"Rikuo-sama.." I cried out. But no voice came in through anymore.

Oh how I wish this is just a dream.

WIth all my remaining strength, I looked back at the far shadow of the Nura Gumi's House.

The Main House.

Our House. No.

My Home. Our Home.

Author's note: Nyeh. You'll understand more at the Next Chapter. Hahahaha~ But somehow I felt bad for Nurarihyon too. *cries some tears*

Anyway, As for Tsurara.. Uwaaah! Damn you Rikuo! WHY MUST YOU SAVE KANA? lol Hahaha.

C'mon guys. Ready the Pitch Forks! Let's stab Kana to death! NYAHAHAHAHAHA

Please RnR! (This is my very first Fanfic in the Anime Genre so.. Please bear with it. XD)