Yuki Onna's Diary
By: Liesselotte
Summary: Her pale hand was scribbling all over the page. A very warm smile planted in her face. Tsurara muttered, "It's done!" and she left her white big book full with the words of Rikuo and her clan. She is writing a diary.
Disclaimer: Nurarihyon no Mago is not mine to exploit, so please do remember that I only own the core idea of this fanfiction.
*Revised, please look the footnote from the author regarding the fanfiction's continuation!*
Entry 1: Prologue of the Diary
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"Yuki Onna!" shouted a woman whose brown hair was as long as her shoulder. She walked on a wooden corridor and shook her hands specifically to a girl whose appearance was around the age of fifteen, or sort.
The busy girl with black silken hair turned around and bowed down to the beautiful brunette, she with all of her respect replied, "Hai! What is it, Wakana-sama?" the big golden eyes of Tsurara Oikawa glanced with all of her concentration to one human.
The human asked, "Did you see Rikuo?" and tilted her eyebrows, feeling worried about her only son. On ponders, the snow demon glanced at Wakana's crimson kimono, in which, by all means, amazed by the serving Yuki Onna of Nura Household, Tsurara Oikawa. She was proud that she could serve such beautiful lady as Wakana.
But wait. She remembered what Wakana asked something to her few seconds ago. She asked where was Rikuo? Now, that was odd.
"Rikuo-sama? I thought I escorted him when we went home with Ao ... But, yes. He went home with us, safely guarded."
The woman's finger touched her lips, and she crossed her arms below her chest as a sign of desperate curiosity in knowing the location of her son, after the sudden silence, she muttered, "Strange... I haven't seen him anywhere ..."
The snow woman quietly agreed to the term, it was strange. Usually her master would tell her or Aotabou if he needs to go somewhere else without them. She had not a glitter feeling of goodness in her heart, and all she felt was bad feeling and that was not an understatement, she really did worry about him and she intended to search for him until he was found.
"O..Okay! I'll look for him now Wakana-sama. If you pardo—"
"I'm home!"
The sudden voice of his master jerked her up. She, unconsciously felt relieved on his unintentionally intent on shocking her, however, she was actually shocked. Despites despising him for shocking her, she was relieved about him coming home when she was thinking of bad feeling she had just now.
"Oh, there he is!" The edge of her lips got wider, making a huge smile planted in Wakana's face, "Thank you, Tsurara-chan! Please continue the laundry, I will help you out after I done talking to Rikuo." And she ended her intention with a small wink. Wakana has always been the one who could light up the situation around the household; with her energetic behaviour, and optimism of her way of life. She was one of the most inspirational people that Tsurara had ever known.
The Nura's Yuki Onna shook her tiny head and smiled sweetly, like she always does, "It is okay Wakana-sama. I am almost done anyway! I have to do an errand for Nurarihyon-sama," After explaining her job to Wakana, the human smiled again in reply, and left Tsurara to meet Rikuo. Either way, what she really needed to do was to finish her job as a good and yet faithful attendant of the household. Being a faithful is not as easy as being a baby, and that shall not be an understatement.
Soon the conversation between the ice lady and the woman came to an end, and Yuki Onna hurried herself to do the laundry and went to Nurarihyon's main room. It was big, and she was practically fine with it. Of course, she had lived there for as long as God knows, being the youkai who had served Nura clan for a long time, the feeling of nostalgia had never disappeared from the room, and from the house, especially. So, simply put, she was comfortable. End of the line.
"What is it Nurarihyon-sama?" the ice lady bowed her head and humbly took her seat. Nurarihyon grinned in front of her. He may be looked old, but his sensitivity and wisdom were sharp as always. Like what he had in his victorious gleaming times, and when he gave his wise words to the third commander, her current leader now. He was practically the same. Just like he was in the past, he was still as straightforward as he could usually be. He was indeed one, and Tsurara agreed if many youkai were still afraid and bowed down to his fear. Well, he was still as strong as he was in the past, except his kind and nice old features, hey, the power of one kind does not imply to its appearance, not?
Being straightforward like Tsurara had implied few seconds ago, he said, "Do you have a problem with Rikuo, in any sorts, Yuki Onna?" and his cunning smirk was not to be underestimated.
She jerked up, she didn't even know what the supreme commander intended from the sudden question. As far as she concerned, her relationship with her master was fine in a way. Being the leader of Rikuo's bodyguard squad was tiring, really, but she realized what the supreme commander asked was out of the question. Instead of being confused, she pressed his question so she could be a little clear.
"What did you mean by that, Supreme Commander?"
The old man raised a brow, as if he was about to realize something shocking and then he smiled, as if he didn't ask anything to Tsurara few seconds ago, "Nothing. Anyway! I have a special task for you."
"What is it then?" being a bit irritated because the supreme commander didn't tell his actual intention, Tsurara decided to shut her mouth from her question and trying to stay calm and being not irritated. So, she smiled.
"This."
Nurarihyon gave her a big white book, and she was staring at it. The rings of her golden eyes were growing wide, and her fingers unintentionally touched her lips, and thinking about the foreign thing that she might as well didn't know a thing or two about it.
"What is this?"
"Isn't it obvious, Tsurara?" Nurarihyon reached his cigarette and smoked, "That's a diary. It meant for you to write what you feel, what you do, and what happens to you, everyday."
Nurarihyon smiled cunningly, his intention was not as far as that, he still had something more to cover on his sleeves. But the poor and yet quite naïve Tsurara didn't realize it and decided to take the big blank book. She instead, just gave the commander a wide smile as her thanks. She felt that she was entrusted something very important from him, and she decided to do it carefully so she would not disappoint the commander, which was, the last thing that she would want to do in the future.
"So Tsurara, this book—I want you to write a diary. Write everything that you feel, and what you do in the past. That made everything beautiful or something sad, anything like that." The oldman sighed, "Well, you know how diary works, no?"
The ice lady nodded, "But may I asked you a question, Nurarihyon-sama?"
"Hmm?" the oldman still smoked to his heart's content.
"Well, I just wanted to know why you wanted me to write this diary. Why me, specifically?" she smiled.
"That would be revealed to you after you are comfortable with the task that I have given to you. You will know sooner or later. But I tend to choose the latter, so … be patient, hahahaha!" Without asking her further doubts, she bowed her head as she stood up and took the diary in her grab. After she gone, Aotabou and Kubinashi went to the room and smiled.
"This has to work somehow. We can't let that poor Tsurara down every time like that." Kubinashi said while sighing and taking a seat beside Nurarihyon.
"Yes, and I hoped this idea of yours work well, Ao." Nurarihyon nodded and smirked.
"She might not know our intention, but if she knows, I hope she understands what we do."
They were scheming—planning something, and that something was not underrated enough for Tsurara to mad at them. All they hoped was something that planted a hope, and of course, a surprise must be unexpected to be a surprise and the plan included the main character of their plan; that was the Tsurara Oikawa.
Oblivious to the recent conversation Nurarihyon had with Rikuo's attendees, Yuki Onna went back to her room, and after she slid the wooden sliding door, she hurried herself and took a wooden pencil, starting to write an entry. Tsurara hardly knew about diary before, for all she knew were to serve and battle for Rikuo in the household.
Diary Entry, no.1
Nurarihyon-sama asked me to write a diary. I wished that what I write will be perfect and tidy! To put bluntly honest, I still don't know what to write. But Nurarihyon-sama said that I should write about what I felt, and about what happened to me in the past or today or right now! Well then, let us started this entry okay? :D
So I decided to write what I felt about the recent battle in Mount Neijireme. Rikuo-sama with his human friends went to investigate youkai and other things. Honest thought, I felt that it was a bit ridiculous. Youkai are everywhere! All they actually need was to ask the youkai to reveal themselves and … Well, I forget one thing! I am a youkai and they haven't realized it. Oh well! I will and still do my job as an attendant whether I like or dislike it.
And… that includes when I have to hang around Rikuo-sama's human friends, especially a human girl that I seemingly hate, Ienaga Kana. Master was particularly a childhood friend of hers. Although I myself felt that his feeling toward her was not equally as friend. However, he might felt something different—or even way more than he might have realized.
I don't know what to do. This is probably why I'm feeling afraid of losing him. But no, I'm his attendant and I should not feel that way! My priority is to make Master happy, unharmed, and proud! I swore that I will raise waka as the strongest commander ever, and I shall not make any bigger problems by trusting my petty complaints about his friends and such.
Even if I said such things in front of the others, I could not fully deny the feeling of aggravation and desperation also the feeling of envy and jealousy because my master's relationship to Kana Ienaga.
Why couldn't I be a normal youkai who could attend perfectly in front of him? To act as if this feeling is nothing is even worse than being stab from behind.
- Tsurara Oikawa
She dropped her pen, and she muttered, "Ah, it is finished!" the woman felt really cherished; "It is my very first entry." The first entry has written by that of a petite youkai. After she realized that she was so absorbed with her new task, she then looked outside and it was night already, then someone called her for help. The voice was gentle and firm. Probably it was from Wakana-sama, she concluded so. While she did, she opened the shoji door and found someone dazzling. But the fact told another conclusion behind her false conclusion seconds ago, it was not Wakana after all.
"Tsurara." it was her master. The gleaming Night Rikuo.
*EDIT A/N (02/04/2012): I edited the first chapter and so on. I'm still working on the second chapter and the updates. So ... Yeah, be sure to leave a review about how sucks or how quite good this chapter be. It helps! Pointed grammatical errors and some out of character that might be in this chapter would help my English progression (and automatically makes everything a lot better, you know, making the fanfiction with good grammar is fun).
Also the category of the characters tag in the fandom was finally approved by FFN after I sent and longed for it (a month or two)! That's it for conclusion. Happy reading and sorry if I'm late. Writer block is even crueler than before. It even managed to make myself could hardly touch the keyboard for typing the fanfiction for as long as God knows!
I felt that my writing skill is very bad. Well, that, and my exams are almost everywhere in the schedule. :(
