Mixing Night Nurarihyon no Mago 9/12/15

Summary: Rikuo never wanted to live a human lifestyle but when you don't want to be the leader of the Nura clan.

Don't ever try to get inside my head it's too dark for you.

–unknown

"Rikuo wake up or you'll be late for school." Rikuo's mother stated.

Rikuo bolted upright glancing at the clock that read seven thirty am. After a moment he realized that his alarm clock didn't go off.

Rikuo scrambled to get dressed lazily walking into the kitchen grabbing his breakfast and out the door. He wasn't in a rush, after all, he was a yokai. Technically he didn't have to go to school. He did I, however, go since his mother thought it would be fun.

Rikuo walked into the classroom opening the door and nonchalantly going to his seat as if he wasn't twenty minutes late. The teacher sighed already used to this by now.

'Always the same. He's late for class every day and when he does come he's either sleeping, sketching something or pulling a prank. Honestly, the only reason the other teachers let him do this was that he had had nearly perfect grades. Kami knows how he does it, he doesn't even cheat!' The teacher, Ms. Amelia thought.

Rikuo sat at the darkest corner of the lunchroom contently eating his sandwich. Kiyotsugu was once again going off in his usual eccentric way and ranting about his knowledge of yokai. Rikuo tuning the conversation out by accident.

Kiyotsugu and his friends the only ones brave (or stupid) enough to approach him when he was eating.

"-an old house that only officially has three residents, yet it sounds like there are a hundred people there, and get this, the father of one of the three residents was killed. His son and wife survived though." Kiyotsugu babbled on.

Rikuo stood up preparing to leave when a girl burst through the doors screaming her head off about how someone was going to jump from the rooftop.

Everyone rushed outside eager to see what was happening. Casually strolling towards the stairwell he looked at the roof entrance. There were several teachers there all struggling to open the door.

Rikuo moved in between them pressing his index to his lips. The teachers fell silent. Before moving to his school bag, rustling his stuff around, moving around and pulling out a few objects before finally pulling something out of it.

Seeing the object the teachers the same thought running through their minds 'Why would he carry that around with him?'

Taking the lockpicking kit Rikuo began to pick the lock. Hearing a satisfying he smirked the click he slowly opened the door. The lockpicking kick wasn't what made the teacher's sweatdrop, no, it was the welding torch and mask next to him on the ground.

Rikuo motioned for the teachers to stay still. Reaching into his bag and pulled out fluffy slippers that he wore at home. Once again they sweatdropped the 'Why does he bring stuff like this instead of pencils and books?'

Rikuo began to walk towards the boy moving silently tensing when he saw the suicidal student relax and take a step forward. Rikuo darted forward catching the boy's arm and lurching back.

From below he heard 'Oh someone caught him' and a few 'Is that Nura?' 'Oh thank goodness.'

Rikuo pulled the boy onto solid ground turned to him and swatted the boy upside the head, "What is wrong with you! I'm guessing you were bullied right?" Rikuo didn't bother to give him time to answer, 'What about your mother, father, or friends huh? How would they react if they found you died? Next time you do that I'll save you just so I can kill you myself. Idiot!"

Smacking him over the head again. Turning towards the stairs and walked home

The sun had just set when Rikuo heard eccentric yelling, "Oh this place most definitely looks like it can be haunted."

Rikuo got up and yelled for Aotabo "Get into your human form." He commanded.

Rikuo opened the gates just wide enough to let himself slip through. As he suspected he spotted, Kiyotsugu, Shima, Kana, Maki, and Tori. He stared at them snapping open his fan placing it so it rested above his mouth.

"What are you all doing at my house?" He questioned.

The group jumped and Shima was the first to ask, "You live here Nura?"

"Yes," Rikuo responded calmly.

"Oh, then would you mind if we have a look inside!" Kiyotsugu yelled cheerfully moving forward.

Rikuo smiled sweetly while which cause Kiyotsugu to smile while the rest had a sense of dread, "Of course you can as soon as you get through Aotabo here." Rikuo snapped his fingers as the giant came out cracking his knuckles.

The Paranormal patrol gulped.

nyctophilia (n.)

love of darkness or night,

finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness.