A/N. It's the summer holidays for me and even though I've got tons of work to do I'd rather write than even think about education right now ahh! (but stay in school kids!) Would you all be worried if I said that I have no idea where I'm going with this story but rather I'm spontaneously making up the whole plot along the wayyy hehe. I've got a rough idea but the details are lacking, but I hope you still enjoy

Also, big mention to BerryBiru - imagine my surprise when I suddenly get a notification telling me that someone had left a review, it got me giddy for sure! I won't lie, I've also bit feeling a bit demotivated when it comes to writing lately so your comment really pushed me to go and write some more, please look forward to this story! :)

Tsurara's POV

I woke up with a soft groan, my body moving closer to the source of warmth next to me as I let myself curl into something hard yet soft, clinging into whatever was besides me as if my life had depended it. I was far too comfortable and the warmth that radiated towards me was much too nice to pass up, I would gladly melt into a puddle of water for the comfort this warmth had provided.

But as the said 'warmth' gave out groan of their own, my senses sprung back to life as blood rushed to my face.

I blinked my eyelids open, wincing slightly at the bright rays that seeped into the room. Though my sudden blindness only supported my dreaded thoughts. I most definitely was not in the comfort of my own room. Fortunately for Kejōro and I, our room didn't have the luxury of being greeted by any sunlight in the morning as we were located at the further end of the mansion, away from where the sun would rise.

Sighing I looked around, my eyes taking in the room and I immediately knew where I was, only one person would ever dare hold me for so long and risk getting frozen after all, I thought.

Tearing my gaze away from the ceiling I looked behind me only to be greeted with the young master's sleeping face. I watched as Rikuo stayed unbothered, his soft breathing implying that he was still deep in sleep. Staring at Rikuo's face only caused a blush to erupt all over my cheeks, whilst my fingers were itching to brush away the stray brown locks that had fallen over master's closed eyelids but I held my hand back, reminding myself that this situation was already highly inappropriate.

Remembering that I had morning chores to do, I slowly moved away from my master but luck was not on my side as said master suddenly reached out, his arms circling around my waist as I was pulled to a rather hard chest. I only became more embarrassed, the level of intimacy I was receiving from master causing me to become lightheaded. Rikuo only snuggled closer towards me, my struggles in his arms seeming to encourage him further, his grip tightening even more.

I groaned for the second time that morning, giving out an annoyed huff. As much as I loved the feeling of master's arms around me, I really did need to get a move on with my morning chores.

Master really was quite clingy, I thought as I processed his attached limbs to mine. Though no longer caring and determined to go on ahead and do some chores I gave my legs a kick in an attempt to untangle my limbs from master's own but the guy just wouldn't budge, but still I persevered to struggle further until Rikuo popped one eye open, a clear frown marring his face as he gave a hiss, my kicking legs having accidentally hitting him.

"Would you stop?" Rikuo growled out, gripping my body to his in an attempt to control my violent fits.

"M-master!" I gasped out, surprise evident on my face as I turned my focus to a now fully awake Rikuo with a scowl on his face. My embarrassment only heightened and my need to escape from his hold became even more absolute as I disregarded what Rikuo-sama had said and shifted in his arms.

Rikuo sighed, frustration seeping out of him and I knew his temper really was being put to the test by yours truly. And so he grabbed my arms and clipped my legs in between his, trapping me and stopping my movements.

"Stop Tsurara, that's an order" He said, his command hard but the soft tone of his voice betrayed the sense of authority he was trying to establish over me. I stopped immediately at the word 'order', gulping at the sheer idea of the master being unhappy, and he was unhappy with me.

I couldn't help it as my lips pulled into a pout before shock ran through me as I was once again pulled into hard flesh.

"It's too early Tsurara, let's go back to sleep." Rikuo muttered, his face nuzzled into the crook of my neck. I let out a whine, my thoughts back to my unattended chores once again as I explained to him that I still had work to do, to which master gave a disapproving grunt in reply, "Let Kejoro or someone else do it. You work too hard, besides, am I not your first priority?"

I couldn't really reply to that seeing as Master had pulled out the priority card on me, I silently cursed him in my head, my eyes rolling at him as a triumphant grin etched its way across his face.

Giving up I sighed, my hands gripping Rikuo's clothes as I let myself snuggle closer to him whilst his hands wrapped around me in a protective embrace. Maybe a day off from my morning chores wouldn't hurt so much, especially if it was spent like this. A small grin found its way to my lips and inhaled Master's scent, his natural scent of wood and cherry blossoms all too strong.

"I spoil you too much," I muttered, earning a soft chuckle from him, "you're taking blame for all my unfinished chores though." The young master only hummed in reply, nodding his head.

The sun's bright rays glowed even brighter and although daylight was out, both Rikuo and I couldn't help the sleepiness that threatened to take over our bodies. I felt my eyes becoming drowsy, my breathing synching with masters as he held me.

Though as if someone had decided that we had enough sleep as it was, the sudden rush of footsteps woke us, followed by shouting as the doors to Rikuo's room was yanked open.

"Young Master! Young Master! It's Tsurara! We can't find her! She wasn't there when..." Kejoro's words slowly died out, her brown eyes wide with shock as she stared at us. Next to her was Kubinashi who like the well-endowed brunette also sported a surprised expression.

I gulped at the sight of them, of all the people that could have seen master and I in such a compromising position it had to be the two biggest loudmouths that ALWAYS (albeit unconsciously) spilled everyone's secrets when arguing – they were a whole lot like a bickering couple, worsened by alcohol when added.

"Be quiet." Master growled out, holding my blushing self to his chest as he sat both of us up.

Kejoro and Kubinashi zipped their lips shut, both way too speechless at the sight of us, unable to utter even a sound let alone speak.

"Kejoro-san! Kubinashi-san!" I squeaked out. Kejoro merely gave me a knowing smirk with an underlying promise that she would definitely sit me down and get me to spill until satisfied. Whilst Kubinashi simply raised his brow at me, not quite believing, something that I couldn't fault him in because I myself was still struggling to believe how I had ended up in this particular predicament. I felt the heat travel all the way up to my face and I unconsciously buried my face into Rikuo-sama's chest, unaware that my action had caused him to stiffen as a faint blush dusted his own cheeks.

"Sorry to disturb you both Rikuo-sama. I was just worried after not being able to find Tsurara, but I see that my worries were for naught. Breakfast will be served soon Waka please do get ready." Kejoro says, and rather quickly too as she ushered the still shocked Kubinashi out of the room, the headless man's late reaction coming in the form of shouts of disbelief as they disappeared.

Once the other two were out of sight Rikuo finally turned to me, a tired smile on his face before pulling me back to bed despite my protests.

"Rikuo-sama! No!" I exclaimed after finally being able to escape from his grasp. I stared at the man before me with a hard look, trying to convey my displeasure in his behaviour whilst Rikuo rolled his eyes, turning to face the ceiling, his lips turning into a pout, not liking the feeling of being reprimanded. Watching him, I felt my resolve waver as master pouted because it was too damned adorable. But I shook my head, not falling for his cuteness as I probably would have when he was just a small child.

"Young Master, please get up. I have my morning chores to do and I still have to make sure that you are all ready for school, or did you forget that you had promised Kiyotsugi-kun and the others that you would all spend your morning free periods together?" I told him. He groaned again and I sighed, noting that he really was starting to groan a lot more lately.

I stood up, the covers falling off my body as I smoothened out my clothing and finger combed my dishevelled hair before placing my blue scarf around my neck. As I sorted myself out I could feel the heat of Master's stare, his eyes roaming my body and I tried hard to act nonchalant, pushing down my blush and busied myself, pulling out Master's school clothes from his closet and placing them on a chair.

A small huff escaped Rikuo, and I turned to him, his body sprawled on the futon as he stared at the ceiling and I briefly followed his gaze, staring and wondering what in the world was so interesting about the ceiling.

"Do I have to go?" He asks me, almost pleading me to say no. I rolled my eyes at him and nodded my head.

"Of course you have to go Rikuo-sama. You have school today, besides they are your friends, you should spend some time with them when you can. They haven't said anything but I know they've been missing you lately, you're always out and about doing things for the clan that your subordinates can take care of... they seldom see you anymore...," I bit my tongue before I could add 'I barely see you anymore', though my unsaid words definitely hung in the air. What I had said was no lie, the others really did miss Rikuo-sama (especially Kana, the girl would non-stop bombard me with questions of the young master's whereabouts).

Silence ensued between us as master gave no response. I busied myself with preparing his bag for school, placing in the necessary books and all the stuff that he might need. After a while I gave a sneaky glance towards his direction, my nerves doubling as his eyes locked into mine, his brown orbs staring deep into me as if trying to decipher all the things that I wanted to say but didn't.

"Is that how you feel too... Tsurara?" He says. My gut churned at his question and I frowned. I bit the inside of my cheek, going through my mind for the best possible ways to approach this. Sure I barely saw the young master anymore seeing as he was busy almost all the time and I myself was buried in things to do and sort out between my own clan and the main house, but I couldn't be selfish and I should— No, I do understand better than anyone, seeing as I was the young master's personal attendant. I know more than anyone just how hard and how crucial his job as third supreme commander is. Therefore my feelings of 'loneliness' was a fickle thing in comparison to the seriousness of the issues that the clan sometimes faced.

I shook my head of these foolish thoughts before turning to the master with what I hoped was an authentic enough smile.

"Silly Master Rikuo, of course not! I understand the importance of being the third heir, the young master doesn't need to concern himself of how I feel because I will never be disheartened over such things. Master Rikuo is a very precious person to me but he is also very important to the rest of the Nura Clan, just as how the clan is important to him." I tell him, smile never leaving my face. His stare on me only intensified, his eyes not quite believing me but he shrugged it off, nodding his head.

I sighed in relief, the tension that the previous conversation had brought seeming to have come to an end as Master Rikuo finally stood up, his already loose yukata falling to the floor as he stretched, his muscles flexing. I held in a groan as I raked my eyes over every curve over his defined chest, lingering a little longer at his contracting and relaxing biceps before glancing away, afraid that I'd be caught 'checking him out'.

Feeling a little more than fidgety I quickly finished whatever I was doing before quickly bowing to Master, not daring to look at him in the eye.

"U-um, I've set out your school clothes and prepared your bag Master, please get dressed and come to the main dining area for breakfast as soon as you're finished. I will go now..." I quickly say, rushing to get out of his room but not before I heard a loud chuckle.

And as I escaped his room I heaved out a deep sigh, "What a tease." I muttered under my breathe as I walked off to do my morning chores.

a/n. edited version of chapter two.