Disclaimer: I do not own any sort of character, reference, nor content associated with this fan fiction. I barely own the current plot of this chapter due to how cliche and common this trope is and how it's used in anime. But I digress, I do not own Nurarihyon no Mago.


Main Focus(es) of this Chapter: Humor and a lit bit of... Romance? (I honestly don't know if you can associate what I write with romance?)

Pairing: RikuoXTsurara (Vague)


The Yuki-Onna Tsurara Oikawa had always wanted to go into an onsen. However due to her "Snow Maiden" nature, as the name implies, her body is naturally unsuited to a hot spring. Luckily after being tutored by both her visiting mother and another Yuki-Onna, Reira, Tsurara was able to learn something extravagant. And so we find ourselves with a very excited Yuki-Onna, who had just learned that she could concentrate her fear to keep her body from melting when in hot water, running toward's the Nura's underground private hot spring. A place she had always wanted to go, but due to certain aspects of her nature could never go into.

"So this is what it looks like." The Yokai coo'ed once her body was slightly submerged by the warm water. She had always fantasized in being in hot spring. She wanted to do a lot of things, but now that most of the current crisis were over she could afford to relax; if a bit.

So now she was able to do one of those things; like the hot spring. Normally heat such as this would be suicidal for her to bare, however now it felt soothing to her. Calming and tranquil, she simply basked in the serenity of the atmosphere... At least, for the short moment she was given.

"Wooh! That was a good sparring session." A familiar masculine voice stated.

'Oh no.' Tsurara internally screamed. Moving very quickly and quietly, she made her way towards a rock outcrop and hiding behind it. 'Don't see me. Don't see me. Don't see me!'

"Hey Rikuo, I didn't know you had a hot spring?" Amezō inquired once he, the rest of Tōno Yokai, some choice retainers of Rikuo, and Rikuo himself entered the hot spring.

"Normally we don't have a use for it, except when Supreme Commander starts to feel like his age." Kurotabō explained. "But since you Toono Yokai come more frequently to "spar" with the master and us-"

"Oh come big guy, you can take it." An obviously feminine sounding Awashima chortled as she slapped the souhei on his back.

"Awashima-san, why are you here...?"

"What? I'm a guy as well, remember. What, do you think you're "girlfriend" is gonna get jealous?"

"Kejorou is not my-"

"Kubinashi, just accept it." A very calm, suave voice opinionated. Everyone turned to see the once silent Rikuo leaning on a rocky outcrop, face plastered in stoicism before breaking into a rueful smirk. "It's as close as you're ever gonna get."

"R-Rikuo-sama!" Kubinashi cried out, much to his embarrassment and the laughter of others.

"I'm kidding Kubinashi." Rikuo amended, though his rueful look still was fixed. "Though you should probably take her on another date eventually. Tsurara's been telling me how Kejorou is starting to get a little angry at being ignored."

At the mention of her name so close to her, Tsurara felt her body heat up and felt her fear begin to slip away. She nearly hissed when the true heat of the hot spring began to affect her form. Quickly concentrating once more, she could feel the baritone laughter of Rikuo being emitted right behind her, six inches of rock separating the two.

'Ple~~~~~ease don't notice me." She thought to herself praying to very land diety and divine diety she knew.

"Wha-? She is!"

"Hmph. "Stringer of Joushuu" can't keep his woman satisfied." Itaku quipped from the side. A nerve snapped in "Stringer of Joushuu" and he lashed out at the Toono Yokai. However Itaku nimbly avoided this strike, so Kubinashi ended up hitting a silent and relaxing Kurotabō. And as we know from Yokai in Rikuo's Hyrakki Yagyō, or really any of Nurahiryon's descent, once a punch is thrown all hell breaks loose. Soon Kurotabō reacted by accidentally slapping Natto Kozo into Amezō, who reacted by throwing his arms up and hitting Dahiko, who splashed water on an awkward and hulking Shōei, who ended up flipping and accidentally kicking Aotabō, which... And we can assume what happened after Aotabō.

'Oh no.' Tsurara moaned in her mind when she heard the familiar "war cry" of Aotabō. She carefully edged herself away from that sound pressed herself against the rigid rock that sheltered her from the gases of the men and Awashima.

"RAGH!"

"Do you think you can mess with me huh?"

"What too chicken 'cause I'm a woman?!"

'Oh no no no no no~~~~o!' She screamed in her mind as she pressed herself the stiff and chiseled structure. She felt her hands clench up on the smooth surface and squashed her eyes shut as she felt the hot water splash, froth, and churn. The sound of grunting, fighting, and battle cries was evident for anyone in a one hundred foot radius. Luckily however it seemed the impromptu brawl began to distance itself from her and move out of the hot springs. Did anyone take the time to put on clothing, at least those who wore clothing, nobody knows? Or at least nobody did until someone screamed a distance away about nakedness and ruining a section of the house. Then a cry of pain from Hitotsume rang out indicating someone had hit his eye… once more.

It wasn't till the water had calmed and the fighting could no longer be heard did Tsurara finally calm down. She pushed off the surface before breathing out a sigh of relief and submerging herself to chin level. Blowing bubbles by sighing, she thanked whomever aided her that no one saw her. (Hah! Yeah right! Cheers for anyone who saw my foreshadowing!)

"I was wondering when you were going to push off." A suave, charismatic, and very familiar baritone voice drawled out slowly. and to always to Tsurara's ears; seductively. Tsurara felt her already cold blood go liquid nitrogen gas. "I think I'm going to have grooves of my back from your nails."

'Oh no~~~~~~~~~~~o!' She cried to herself despondently as she carefully looked. What she had been hiding behind, and gripping for the past minutes was in fact not a rock. Rather it was something more... Desirable depending on your tastes. While both surfaces did have similar chiseled appearance and rigid structure, the one Tsurara mistakenly grabbed was one of muscle; not the smoother limestone she had previously thought. Long and thick muscles were adorned with permanent body marks of skeletal wings, scythe symbols, a circular coalition of black spears, a monkey's paw, and a foxes faces. But what always caught Tsurara's was the pristine blue snowflakes adorning the back. There were than the other in fact, which only made her connection more and more agonizing. And the more she looked up, the more her blood froze.

"So. How do you like the Hot Spring?" Rikuo asked cheekily as his head turned ninety degrees to giver a sly and devious eye. "Setsura-san and Reira had told me you learned how to control your fear so you can go into one. Did you enjoy you're first time Tsurara?"

"Eh..." Tsurara mumbled as she felt her brain discontent from her body. Only one thing echoed through her mind. She had pressed her body against her masters. She had pressed her body against her masters. SHE HAD PRESSED HER BARE SUPPLE UNTOUCHED BODY AGAINST HER MASTER'S BARE SUPPLE MUSCULAR HEAVENLY BODY WITHOUT HIS CONSENT!

"Well I'm getting out." Rikuo stated offhandedly after a period of prolonged silence, a small portion of that message reaching Tsurara's broken mind. He stood up to reveal the back of his glory, a haze is what Tsurara saw, before walking and grabbing a towel. Opening the Hot Spring doors, he turned at the last moment and stared directly into Tsurara's eyes.

"You know, if you wanted to go to a Hot Spring so badly; I could've made it so it was ONLY you and I." He added winking at her before walking out. He closed the door allowing the Yuki-Onna to finally be alone in the Hot Spring once more. However Tsurara did not even notice that. Rather instead, it seemed her mind; not her body, melted. She slumped under the water.

"H-Hentai." She bubbled out to herself before entertaining the rather inviting prospect of Rikuo's offer.


Okay, somewhat new to the Nurarihyon no Mago community; but I do love it ever so much. Despite it's small size, it has some of the most profound and deep thinking fics I've read. Lord Nayrael's "The Shin Sekai" and Dennou Writer's "Kurushii no Kokoro" are by far some of the deepest and most intellectually, emotionally, and philosphically stimulating things I've read.

I on the other hand will throw away all such seriousness, at least most of the time, and instead provide a series of one shots; sometimes interconnected sometimes not, that are meant to provide some sort of humor and comedy to something that, does somewhat lack. Anyway, whoever reads this; thanks for reading it. Most of these will be either be comedic, or warm and fluffy. Unless I get into some angst, sometimes I get angsty. There will be pairings; friends, romantic, familial, unrequited, etc.

Anyway, look forward to this being update every other week or so. Some will be long, others short, and some medium length (though I don't know what makes it "medium length" if such a measurement exist) However I'm a writer who writes on impulse and motivation; normally I receive nor am neither... So yeah... I tend to pre-write these, and update them on a cycle.