Yuki Onna's Diary

*Revised: Please look at the footnote for further information about the fanfiction's continuation!*

Entry 2. The Sakazuki.

"Tsurara." it was her master. The mighty Night Rikuo.

…

'It was master Rikuo!' She thought. She blushed out of nowhere, and she found herself was facing her master. Something so sudden was rarely predictable, the constant speed of her heart was beginning to beat twice as fast and it was, however, the worst condition for now. Well yes.

"There you are," he glanced at Tsurara and smirked, "Old man told me that I should see you this night. I wonder why. Do you have any problems, or sort?" he stuttered.

"Hmm …" she tried to act as if nothing was actually happened between them, "I wondered what something Master Nurarihyon-sama thought of was. I thought there was nothing to worry about…" she tried to act cheery but she didn't know why, remembering about what she had written in her entry, she suddenly became unfocused and her face fell, as she could not maintain her normal composure. Unfortunately for her, Rikuo was not oblivious. Was Tsurara's act of cheery was so obvious?

"What happened, Tsurara?" He deepened his call for her name, and walked forward to Tsurara. Unintentionally, her feet led her to step backward, making Rikuo moves another step toward her.

"I..It's nothing to worry about Rikuo-sama. I think you should rest assure and prepare for your school tomorrow!" She forced out her smile and forced out her hands to Rikuo's chest so he could just step backwards, out from her room. 'It'll be okay'. she thought, 'And what is happening to me? This is weird!'

"You're weird today, Tsurara." He muttered. The exact words to make her resistance broke down. He stared with full concentration at the beautiful white attendant of his, and began to know what could possibly happened to this beauty.

".. Tch, fine." he acted like he gave up, but he still have some tricks on his sleeves to be his trump cards in next times.

"You ought to be fine again, Tsurara! You are my attendant, and you are to assure my safety, right?" His last smirk was the last clue that he just gone. He was gone from her eyes. She just smiled sadly. Her beautiful hair flowing with the wind that passed her way, making her shuddered from the sudden come of the wind and the sound of crickets from the garden. She wondered, why did she feel weird? Why that had to happen to her?

…

The days have passed since Tsurara made her first entry. From the look of the entries, what she wrote was always about Rikuo. She never stopped writing the entries, and now she was thankful of Nurarihyon for giving her the task in the first place.

In her diary, she, with all of her heart did not decline that she was pretty much attached to him. She didn't know what exactly the process, but she pondered and butterflies would always swarm in her stomach every time her neon eyes were to meet with the bloody eyes of him. She just could not bear if any danger attempted in him, and if the danger was to be in his way, then it would be her pleasure to get rid of it, just to make sure he was there for her to keep him safe. The feeling of deep anxiety kept hidden inside of her smile, everyday. Well, probably, being like this was quite pleasant.

Diary Entry no.12

Diary, I thanked you very much for hearing my rants all the time! (^q^)/ I know that you might not be pleasured to hear my doubts and anxiety every day. To be honest, I am thankful that you are still with me here and hear my wonders, hehe.

Well, my problem is that I wondered, why does the feeling that I have every time I see Rikuo-sama arrive in a very unpredictable place? The very first time I was quite attached to him was when I went with him to Mount Neijirime.

How to describe this? Well! ^^; I am not a very good at this, but the feeling was woozy and fuzzy, it sometimes arrive in my stomach, and then it instantly makes my cheek redden. Even Kejourou said that my face was as red as beet when waka complimented me from my recent mission! ;/;

Well, he complimented me, and that was the very time where everything was odd. I mean, I wasn't supposed to feel this way. Oh, I firstly thought it was love, but nope! That is not it!

I am sure that he would love either Kana or Yura. Well, not that I want to brag or anything, but I will guard Rikuo-sama and be with him longer than they could! :D Those girls are kind of silly when they are with Rikuo-sama, and it makes me boiled inside in which, I don't know why.

Anyway, the rhymes of battlefield soon come. The leader of another Hyakki. Tamazuki, is going to attack us soon. And I promised myself that I'll always protect him. I won't let even a slash on his silken arm could harm him. I'll keep supporting him until I die. That is my purpose of life!

- Tsurara Oikawa

"Tsurara-chan! Would you like to help me on the laundry please?" the brunette lady shouted from afar. Tsurara dropped her pen, and she hid her diary safely below the desk of her room. She tidied her patterned scarf, "Alright! I'm doing it now Wakana-sama!" Tsurara shouted back, and she was still thinking about her diary. She felt that she talked too much. These petty complaints should not burden her main task to protect Rikuo. One false mistake could be a very big consequence for Rikuo's hyakki, and being an important core of the clan's generation, Tsurara would not offer any mistakes in her plea.

She walked to the outside and did the laundries. Just before she saw Rikuo in his day form was talking seriously with Gyuuki and others. It must be about the strategy. She glanced at him again, and finally remembered that the brunette was awarded with bandages on his head and lush smile on his face.

"Oh, Tsurara-chan. Thank you for helping," thanked Wakana. She smiled and murmured other words that would rather shocked the icy attendant. She was surprised, because the look on the seemingly-older woman face was quite shocking, "I wondered about Rikuo-kun ..."

Tsurara stared at her anxiously. "Why so Wakana-sama?"

"Because he always overworks himself," Wakana said. She glanced at her son from afar, just like Tsurara did and smiled warmly to Tsurara. "And that reminds me of his dad, Rihan."

"You must be proud to have Rikuo-sama as your son," Tsurara grinned merrily and Wakana replied the same.

"Yes, I do. I am proud. Don't you too, Tsurara-chan?" she asked.

"I am always proud of him," She nodded. Both of them agreed on the same term. She then glanced to the empty room. The young Nura has gone. Probably he has something to take care of. The smiling Tsurara was known as the one who frequently checked on Rikuo's condition. She had to, now hadn't she?

"Tsurara-chan! Don't space up too much!" shouted Wakana. She patted the ice lady and she was taking the laundry back because of the reason that the night was going to be there soon."Hai!" shouted Tsurara to make sure Wakana that she would do her job well.

After they had collected the laundries, the sudden news had managed to impact them. Karasu Tengu's son, just arrived and ran to Rikuo's room. He had, nothing, but to bring another tragedy. He was there in behalf of his founding, along with Mezumaru and Gozumaru who were beaten up so devastatingly.

…

The sudden change of awkward atmosphere was something that Tsurara was worried about. They were filled with the recent news about Mezumaru and Gozumaru in which, would be the sign that the war was getting into the Nura household sooner or later. But it would have seemed that Rikuo had to choose sooner, to prevent the latter consequences if he chose the later.

Tsurara with the other youkai-s were hearing Rikuo's conversation with the higher ups. They heard that this was Rikuo's plan along the way. This was shocking the whole household and making a riot in the core. She, also shocked in dismay, Tsurara shouted along with the others in disbelief. But knowing Rikuo, he would have the best reason that he could give to his clan.

After the pressure, unintentionally or even intentionally that overtook his little body, he suddenly fell unconscious, leaving the disbelief youkai went along and gone. They did not trust this kind of commander right now. Rikuo needed to be the kind of commander that they wanted to be. Someone strong, someone so fearful, and someone that other hyakki would bow down to. But this time, they were disappointed by Rikuo, and that disappointment was something that should not be underestimated.

With no other options, Zen, Aotabou and Kurotabou brought Rikuo in to his room to do further medication for the unconscious Nura. Zen asked them to leave him and Rikuo alone. He needed to speak with him and treated him with concentration to make sure he was okay.

Tsurara walked aimlessly to the front of the room, where Kurotabou, Aotabou and Kubinashi were there all along. Then, they decided to discuss the problem with the inner circles of Nura's clan and they did. After for a while, they managed to hear the sound of Rikuo's voice, in which, they concluded that he managed to wake up sooner than they expected. Then, they were peeking and hearing Zen and Rikuo's conversation.

Without doubt, Tsurara went along and heard together with them. Zen was shouting, instead, Rikuo just argued on how he could not lead the Hyakki Yakou in his current form. Tsurara quietly denied that it was not entirely true. He led them with all of his heart, with the intention on making them better. With connection between humans and youkai, he wished for peace.

After all of the arguments the sworn brothers shouted all along, the climax of the shouting started, and so suddenly.

*BRAK*

The peeking youkai, were found out by Zen. He opened the door harshly and left them fell down to the floor. Harshly, they met with the wooden floor, and no exception to Tsurara too.

But after the fall, Aotabou and Kurotabou were proudly shouted to the young commander, "Rikuo-sama! Please exchange Sakazuki with us!" Rikuo stared at them disbelief what he have heard just now, "Huh?"

Then following the statement they had announced suddenly to Rikuo, Aotabou shocked him once more with his loud and proud voice, "The reason we originally began serving you was because we had been ordered to do so by the supreme commander, who we've exchanged Sakazuki with!"

Kurotabou did not let not time for the day Rikuo to talk, he seized up the opportunity that his comrades had given to him and shouted with Aotabou, "That is to say, right now … There is no pledge between Rikuo-sama and ourselves."

The leader once again stared at them, and he quietly understood, by Tsurara's observation. The ice lady gathered her courage to talk with him, to ensure him that they were his faithful followers, and they would not back down to make sure he was safe, "But it's because we've been by your side until now, that we understand ...—"

He stuttered, "Tsurara ... "

"—that ... Rikuo-sama ... Is someone who protects both humans and youkai..."

Aotabou gallantly added Tsurara's stuttering comment, "It's because you have such tremendous ability like that .. That we can consider you to be a suitable commander for us! And that's why it's at a time of hardship like this … That we want to exchange Sakazuki with the Rikuo-sama of right now and follow behind you!"

Feeling more tormented, yet feeling so encouraged, he still remembered what he should have done. Rikuo, after all the commotion, said to his faithful followers, "All I've done since Shikoku come … Is cause problems for everyone."

The faithful youkai-s of his were however, disagreed with him. The big giant of the household said, "The fight together with us! You just have to make use of us!"

"Everyone ..." Finally, a smile form in the curve of his lips, that managed to relieve them in a way, "Rikuo-sama … Please exchange Sakazuki and drink a 7-3 pledge with us."

…

The youkai were once gathered by Zen in the garden. The inner circles of Rikuo's group knew that it would be hard to convince the youkai to believe in him again. As expected, they lazily obeyed his order, and quite forced too. Rikuo knew everything was caused by the accident that had occured before; that still made them dismayed their young commander. Rikuo realized and understood, he didn't expect them to instantly know his intention too.

In the same mean of time, Rikuo had exchanged Sakazuki with Aotabou, Kappa and Kurotabou. After Kubinashi sipped the thoughtful Sakazuki, he smiled. Then, he said, "We will accept you, no matter what form you take, because you are the treasure of the household that we have trusted and followed thus far."

Before the short ceremony ended, he said the words in addition, "Please live on, being true to yourself."

The moments of exchanging the Sakazuki with them would not and shall not fade from his memory forever. The moments where the first point turned back are these. They triggered all. He was thankful that he had faithful attendees like them, and he knew, that starting from now, it would not be easy.

After Kubinashi's turn, it was Tsurara's turn to pledge herself to him. She smiled happily, and glad. What could make her proud that time? Rikuo looked at her beautiful bright neon eyes and felt encouraged, he smiled gladly.

Suddenly, the man with spectacles saw him—the night version of himself on that Sakura tree once more.

He left Tsurara to deliver her glances on him for moments, before she saw a piece sakura petals on her sakazuki, then, there she realized.

Huh?

After the day Rikuo who sat in front of him gone mysteriously, she then quietly shocked to see that the Rikuo in front of him was a different one. It was him, the menacing and frightening Rikuo Nura. Her master.

"—Master!" Jerked up, she stared at him in dismay.

"What's the matter? Aren't you going to accept the Sakazuki?" He said, ensuring herself that she was not thinking that this was an illusion or anything.

The woman in white clothing embarrassed, then she stared at her sakazuki, "Um.. Ah.. Yes!" Then she quickly sipped it with much embarrassment and cherished feeling.

The smile, the smirk, the frightening glare he gave to her, everything were put on these words, "Tsurara, I'll be counting on you."

Those words were tingling on her simple mind all the time, she could never forget it. He counts on her? Isn't it great? But of course, she won't forget it. She won't. After all, that was one way of motivation that Tsurara could get to strengthen her bond with her master—as well to make sure that the promise of herself won't be just merely a bluff in a time.

She was right on putting her whole life for him. She did not make a false choice. She felt glad and proud. She was right on exchanging the Sakazuki with him.

The next entry to her diary will be long. She had so many things to be written there. She was happy, and only that matter right now.

A/N: I'm bad—Okay, I said it all the time ;w; But I supposed to said this is going to be a spoiler fanfiction as the fanfiction goes along the time in the manga. So consider it a spoiler fiction. BUT, I am sure that the readers here have known the consequences on reading this, no? :D Well, at least, it is not that big.

By the way, the conversations at the sakazuki time.. I quoted directly from the translation manga. Okay, you guys could kill me ;u; I merely adjusted some words to make it feel real (and I know I don't help. ;-;)

To Reviewers: Thank you for the wonderful reviews! I love you readers! (and reviewers!) *huggles* I am sorry that I can't reply the message as fast I as I can, because I am quite busy (and heck yeah, I want to talk to you guys about Nurarihyon no Mago!)

To AnimeLover0608 and FeuWitch: sorry for the late replies ;u; my e-mail is busted up, so I found no URL to reply you. (and the same for the others) and thank you!

To Rieyama Yuuko: Thanks for reviewing! Yes, I'm an Indonesian, and I would like to make one .. But my Indonesian (IMO and some said) are quite bad .. And the ficts that I made were rather vivid ;w;

*EDIT A/N (02/04/2012): Thank you again for reading this crappy fanfiction. I felt relieved after I saw my the reviews for this fanfiction one more time (02/04/2012) and I hopefully can make the revises (and chapter 5! Can you believe this?) quickly. I have been busy for the week, and I hope that I the art inspiration will not die on me in a short amount of time. Okay, tune in on!