Hiyas... so this is a (maybe) one shot for Nurarihyon no Mago... hopes you likes it xD


It was only five years ago…

It's been five years since Rihan died… no, when he was murdered. I remember running and playing with Rikuo and Otome – chan. We were playing tag and Rikuo ran and climbed up a tree. I was it and I couldn't reach the branch no matter how much I jump. In the end, I gave up and tried to catch Otome – chan. I stopped when I ran past the Yamabuki Rose bush. I picked up a Yamabuki Rose and ran back to Rihan. I wanted to show the rose to him. I wanted to tell him the good parts about the Rose since he always looked so sad when he looked at the Yamabuki Rose.

When I heard a scream, I thought it was Otome – chan. As I ran closer to where I left Rikuo and Otome – chan, I saw it. I saw Otome lift her sword from Rihan and his body crumbled to the ground. I was frozen by where I stood, unable to react, even when Rikuo walked towards her.

"Otou – san?" Rikuo called out, looking curiously behind Otome. Otome licked her lips hungrily and stared coldly at Rikuo. When she looks at Rikuo in the eye, I had to muffle a scream. This wasn't the little girl that I was just playing with. She wasn't the one that was recently smiling merrily like she didn't have a single care in the world.

She was a monster… and she was inching towards Rikuo. Bile rose in my throat, rendering me unable to call for help, unable to even warn Rikuo to stay away. Every step she took towards Rikuo, Rikuo took a step back. She raised the sword in her hand, still bloodied from Rihan's blood, and brought it down...


And then, I woke up. My alarm clock was ringing and Rikuo was running around the house and yelling for the youkai to get out of his way. I shuddered, remembering the dream, it's been five years but for me… but it feels just like yesterday. I sat up from the futon and gazed at my reflection in the mirror.

I looked pretty decent. I wasn't pretty… but it wasn't like I had a face that only a mother would love. My hair was pretty disheveled and my eyes were kind of droopy… but then again, I did just wake up.

I was only wearing a small white tank to sleep (and a blue underwear with orange guppy fishes and white laces… so don't even start imagining), and I pulled it off. I winced when I saw my reflection. I may have gotten my mother's butt, but I definitely got my father's bust. Something else that made me flinch was a jagged scar that ran from the tip of my right shoulder to the left side of my waist.

I laid back down on my futon and stroked the scar that ran across my body. I winced when I remembered the pain as Otome brought her sword down; I remember the blood and life slowly leaving my body as the sword drank my blood. I remembered seeing Rikuo's tear – stained face as the last thing I saw before everything turned black. I was so glad he was alive… even if I had to die. I'll never forgive myself if Rikuo gets hurt. Never…

I was suddenly forced out from my thoughts when Rikuo slammed the door open. I sat up surprised and waited for him to say something but he hadn't said a single thing. In fact, Rikuo turned tomato red and left the room screaming, "I'M SORRY!"

Confused by why he apologized, I automatically thought he was developing a mind – reading youkai power… until I looked back at the mirror and blushed too. I was still naked… butt naked.

"KYAAHHH~" I screamed, and quickly slipped on my tank when I heard a clamor of noise outside the door.

"WHAT HAPPENED?" screamed Ao, a special attack squad chief. He was a youkai with extraordinary strength… even for a youkai.

"IS SHE UNDER ATTACK, RIKUO – SAMA!" Kuro shouted next. Kuro was another chief of the special attack squad. The two of them were pushing against Rikuo who was, from the sound of things, obviously guarding my door.

"Maatte! Calm down, Kuro, Ao" Rikuo addressed the two of them, "Kylie – chan was just…" Rikuo trailed off but I knew… he was blushing as hard as I probably was.

"Kylie – chan was what? Rikuo – sama?" accused Tsurara Oikawa, a snow – girl and one of Rikuo's many attendants .

"N-n-nothing… I'll check if she's fine so please… go on with what you were doing" Rikuo pleaded with them. I could almost hear Rikuo turn on his cute puppy like charms. Rikuo opened the door slowly and I could see him slowly into the room, backwards… of course, just in case I hadn't worn anything yet. Leaning slightly towards the right, I peered past Rikuo. Ao, Kuro and Tsurara were gone.

"You can turn around" I mumbled, still red in the cheeks.

I wasn't sure if he was being stubborn or a gentlemen but he didn't turn around. Instead he said, "I'm sorry, really really sorry! I only came in because it was time for school and we have to get to the bus stop."I couldn't see his face but I knew he was really sorry.

I got up and Rikuo's body tensed like he thought I was going to slap him… I wasn't, I really wasn't going to. I slipped my hands around his waist and gave a bone – crushing hug, "It's alright… though, we should be going soon, Hn" I whispered into his ear.

Rikuo nodded his head in agreement and ran out, going to the bathroom to rewash his face. And I closed my door and swished my head from side to side, imaging the uniform in my head, sparkled appeared around me and a new outfit appeared on me.

I was wearing my uniform; my long sea green hair was brushed and hung down my back. There was a pretty white ribbon in my hair too. My ocean blue eyes looked as sharp and clear as they always did.

People say that the eyes never change… even if the rest of you did. And, you know what? Those people… are wrong, dead wrong. Ever since I died, my eyes seem endless to the point where you can actually drown in them. I actually glared at some human boys who were trying to hit on me and they ended up in the hospital. The doctors were all bewildered by the condition of the boys. Every test they administered turned out the same… each of the drowned, in the middle of the street… on a hot and sunny day. Gramps said that I probably had a water affinity, like Kappa.

I walked out the door and immediately bumped into Rikuo.

"Wow… you change fast…" Rikuo said, smiling but he was still looking at me skeptically.

"Aha...ha…ha…ha…" I chuckled awkwardly. Mentally I was screaming for help, but not a single youkai came to my rescue. "You see… I wanted to change fast… just in case you dropped by again" Dang… I didn't want to bring this up again but since I already did…

"Oh… right… sorry!" Rikuo apologized again; blushing in a shade of red that I never knew was possible.

Rikuo doesn't know I died. He forgot all about the incident. When Gramps asked him about it, Rikuo always said that he didn't know what happened. I'm glad he forgot. If Rikuo ever remembers… it would scar him for life.

But I'm still happy. If he ever remembers that I died and that I died for him… he would never let it go. Rikuo is just like Rihan in that way.

Rihan… I'm so sorry…


Now i have a question for you...

do you think i should continue it and make it a romance type of thing - its right before Hagoromo Gitsune and a little after the trouble between the Keikan and Nura

or

keep it as a one shot?

Your pick... pls inform me through reviews xD