Um... one of the first time of writing for this manga and a yaoi oneshot. If I made an OOCness, please tell me. Uh... please enjoy.
Feedback will be loved.~
I do not own Nurarihyon no Mago, it belongs to Hiroshi Shiibashi. (This manga needs more fanbase. Let me tell you that.)
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Rikou leaned against the shoji, contemplating the day. Afternoon was giving in to dusk, and then to night where he comes. He slips through him, a born intruder that Rikou never wanted. He was in the corners of his mind, trying to break through. He always held him in a teasing way and the feeling that he was fading at the same time.
His night form was a source of admiration and talk in the Nura Clan. Even Rikou can notice the prominent features. Pale white skin that if even paler, can show the veins, glinting blood red eyes that exposed everything, a devious smirk that showed a foxy cleverness, and snowy colored hair that somehow opposed gravity. (A/N: it's true kids.)
Clever, handsome, powerful, and calm. That was what his youkai form was. Rikou was not that, but letting that form take control... it irritated him. How that form played around with others. Wishing for a simple good life was impossible with that demon in him.
Cue to the talking to his other form, who was sitting in the crook of the sakura tree. Afternoon gave in to night, which it's black clouds set to conquer the sky. The night form was drinking a cup of sake, calmly observing. (He knows how to hold in his alcohol, so no fussing.)
"Your looking depressed again."
"It's none of your business..." muttered the brown haired boy.
"Hiding is futile day me." The man kimono cladded youkai smirked.
Rikou gritted his teeth a tiny bit. Tiny bit. He was sure that he would grit more further on in this evening. Why did he even bother in the first place?
The night form slid/leaped down. Normally Rikou would have moved aside to let him through and allow the young man to pass through. But this time was different. Much different.
He grabbed the sleeves of the white haired male and pinned him to the ground. The night side of Rikou only raised a eyebrow, and a devious smirk plastered onto his face.
"Now what's this?"
Rikou was half straddling his night form, on top of him and holding both of the smirking man's arms down.
"J-Just answer my question! What are you trying to do?" The boy with glasses forced the words out. His position with the 5 foot 9 inch man wasn't what you would call normal or well, something you would see everyday.
The young looking man only cocked his head to the side, as if saying that Rikou already knew the answer.
"What are you doing when you take over... why are you doing this?" The shout ran out smoothly into the night.
"Then what do you want?" the youkai form calmly asked. And felt some wet dripped on his cheek.
The tears from either a frustration of not achieving a dream, or some matter of unknown emotion.
"Life of a human."
Hands that held down the tall male's arms were loosened, allowing him to sit up. He flexed his fingers into his other form, and leaned close.
"Then under the banner of Fear... we'll both form our own Hyakki Yako... and live both lives." he whispered into the day form's ears.
And give him a full kiss on the mouth. It wasn't comparable to the little pecks on the cheek, or the tender ones on the neck.
They became one together in that night.