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"You can call me Kuro."

There were a few minutes of silence. Both Tsurara and Rikuo were still confused over what just happened.

Were those yokai chasing her? Night Rikuo thought to himself.

Tsurara decided to break the awkward silence, her high pitched voice filling the night air around them. "It's nice to meet you, Kuro-san. I'm Tsurara."

"Just Kuro." The brunette said, hating hearing honorifics accompanying her name.

"I'm Rikuo." Night Rikuo said, his eyes boring into her.

Tsurara fidgeted in her spot, wondering why her master was staring at the girl in front of them. Sure, she appeared out of nowhere but did he have to look at her like that? Tsurara tried to ignore this and asked, "Thank you for saving me. Is there any way I can make it up to you?".

Kuro looked bored, almost annoyed as she replied."No, it was my fault you got caught."

Tsurara was surprised to see the expression on Kuro's face. Rikuo, on the other hand, looked amused. Tsurara saw this and looked at the girl standing in front of them.

She was beautiful, yes, but master doesn't go for a girl's looks, right? Tsurara thought.

Tsurara looked the girl over. She had long, brown hair that covered her pale skin. Thick lashes framed pools of grey that held no shine to them. She wore black shorts with a matching shirt, along with a gray jacket that was partially zipped up.

Tsurara then noticed a line of blood on Kuro's arm growing larger with each passing second. "You're hurt!".

"It's nothing." She said, not even glancing down at the wound.

"Let me clean it for you. Is it alright if I take her to the house?" Tsurara directed the question to her master who has been mostly silent this whole time.

"Sure." He said, shrugging slightly.

Kuro was hesitant to come along and was about to protest, but thought better about it. She knew the wound needed to be taken care of and she would have trouble doing so by herself. As they made their way to the Nura mansion, Rikuo stared at the strange girl who, only a few moments ago was being chased by those yokai. Something was bothering him. This girl, Kuro, seemed… strange. Why was she being chased? Was she human? He couldn't tell exactly what she was, which bothered him. There were so many questions running through Rikuo's mind, and he wanted answers.

"We're here!" Tsurara called to her master, wondering why he looked so deep in thought.

As they walked past the gates, they saw many yokai running around. When those said yokai looked towards their master and his attendant, they relaxed. Some of the yokai, Kubinashi, Kejoro, Aotabo, and Kurotabo, walked up to their master.

"Where have you been?" Kubinashi asked.

"Ran into some trouble." Rikuo said.

"Follow me, Kuro." Tsurara looked to said girl, making sure she was paying attention.

Kuro was looking around, the same bored expression on her face. The small yokai that dared to go near her, to simply ask her name, instantly ran away from the glaring girl. Kuro seemed like an unfriendly person, someone who didn't enjoy company.

"Who is that girl?" Kejoro asked.

"That's what I want to know." Rikuo said as he started following Tsurara and Kuro.

Kejoro and Kubinashi looked at their master, and then looked at each other. They were confused at their master's response.

Rikuo caught up to the two girls, and he silently followed them. Tsurara led them to a small room, and told the brunette to sit down while she went to grab some bandages. The girl did as she was told, and waited patiently for the yuki-onna to return. Rikuo leaned against the door, and stared at Kuro. When Tsurara returned, she sat down in front of Kuro.

"Ok, Kuro. I need you to remove your jacket." Tsurara said.

The brunette quickly removed the piece of clothing to reveal a small gash on her right shoulder. There was blood running down her arm, some of it already drying. As Tsurara went to work on her arm, Rikuo still stood there, staring at Kuro. Kuro then looked over at the young third heir.

"You want to ask me something, right?" Kuro asked him.

Rikuo didn't move, didn't utter a word.

"Well? I'm becoming annoyed with you staring at me like that."

Rikuo then smiled. It was a small smile, but you could see he was amused at her reaction. That wasn't a reaction he got from most girls, it was different. It was then that Rikuo decided to sit. He took aseat next to Tsurara, but he still kept his gaze locked on this interesting girl.

"Actually, I do have a few questions." Rikuo said.

"And what are they, exactly?" Kuro asked.

"I just wanted to know a little about you."

"Like what?"

"Just small things." Rikuo smiled again.

Kuro growled, becoming annoyed at this point. "Which are? Seriously, I'm getting pissed here so just spit it out."

Tsurara looked up at the girl, shocked. Rikuo just laughed, this girl was indeed different. She had a short temper, and it appeared she didn't like others to bother her. Definitely someone who was always alone. He wanted to know what type of girl Kuro was because he felt like she would be around for a while.

"Alright, calm down. I just wanted to know where you're from, why you were being chased, and if you are a yokai. Stuff like that." Rikuo said.

Kuro looked at Rikuo, the annoyed look in her eyes changing to a cold stare. Her face was expressionless, and Rikuo's smile fell. Tsurara also stopped what she was doing, and looked up at the girl.

Kuro simply said, "I don't remember."


I don't really have anything to say besides sorry if it took so long to update. I had some writer's block, and I didn't want to put something that was crappy. I take some time in working on my stories. Hope there wasn't a lot of grammatical errors.

R&R