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YellowWomanhere,withathirdinstallmentofstoriesfrommyimagination,featuringmyinterpretationofNurarihyonnoMago,andwhatIthinkwouldbeawesome.Ithankmy(2)reviwers,Ireallywanttothankyouforyouropinions.Ihavethebiggestlackofconfidenceinmywriting.Itmakesmesohappyinsidethatyouclickedthelittlebubbledownthere,eventhoughIdon'tactuallyrequirereviews(Likecertainauthorsandtheirreviewquotas)
Another,thing,Iwanttohearyouropiniononthis.Didanyonereadchapter171?AnddoesanyoneabsolutelyagreethatNightRikuoisabastard,yokaiornot?Tellme!
Anyway, I'll stop babbling.
Here's the next chapter:
#5
Title: Aren't you lucky now?
Features: Tsurara (for once)
Tsurara lay on top of her husband thinking how lucky she was to have him love her, and vice versa. As the sun rose in the sky, she could feel his broad , muscular body thin out, warm and hard. She smiled and got up.
Some woman prefer tough guys, men that would pick a fight to protect their beaus, stand up for them, and be tough in general. The manly man.
Other women prefer a quiet guy, laid back and polite.
And of course, there was the many unfortunate, the vast majority, stuck in between, dissatisfied with whatever they ended up with.
Tsurara was one of these people. The key word was was.
Rikuo was two of the same, so vividly different but obvious one person as conflicting as it seemed.
She could have both of what she wanted, mentally, and physically.
Even if the inconsistency was a little nerve-racking at first, she loved Rikuo, both forms of Rikuo, Day and Night.
How lucky she was.
#6
Title: Doubt
Features:Rikuo,age29(notcontinuingfromanyotherpreviousstories,butDayRikuoisasawesomeasImadehim)
Rikuo had successfully brought the Nura clan to true greatness. They were feared by even the Kyoto yokai, who were nearly entirely destroyed after their Nue was destroyed. He had managed to actually beat his grandfather in his Day form, something he managed to pull off once in his entire lifetime, and he was very happy as he was with Tsurara in a small town restaurant well away from Ukiyoe. He got several strange looks as they were chatting over a small lunch.
They were a strange couple to many humans.
Rikuo stood out enough with his double colored hair. His body was a little wider than it had been when he was younger, though not from fat, just the fact he wasn't a slim pre-teen anymore. The top part of his hair, the light chocolate brown part, was streaked very lightly with strands of gray, although the solid black bottom part showed none of this development. (Wakana had shrugged when he'd asked where it came from, and stated early graying ran in the family, and had the tendency to skip generations.) His face, though considerably younger-looking than many other men, showed his age prominently. Laugh lines were etched lightly on his face, and all in all, he looked pleasant.
Tsurara looked pretty much the same, her being a yokai, in fact, she looked perhaps two years older than she did before, perhaps two or three years. She looked about fifteen, with wide blue eyes and even longer blue-black hair.
Most of the people rude enough to stare assumed that this girl was not enjoying herself and had been set up. She did look like as if she was with a man fourteen years older than her, after all.
The couple completely ignored everyone else.
"Come on Tsurara-chan. Let's go."
He waved a worker and they paid and left.
Later in the day, when they arrived back at the house, she set off to her duties and Rikuo set off to his.
He was crouched by the window in his room, completely forsaking his thoughts and just watching everyone else as the clan heads arrived for the meeting that the group of doubters and haters that popped up, requesting to meet with Rikuo and all the others. He had obliged, wondering what was so important that Hitotsume would even bother talking to him.
While they were all in the room, the assault began immediately, starting with a very odd question from one of the yokai.
"How old are you Rikuo-sama?"
He frowned. "I'm 29. Why?"
"So, basically, you're old, and around this time is when humans would make more humans. You haven't brought us an heir."
"So? Oji-san didn't have until he was a hundred-something right? Neither did my father, he was a little older than that right? What does it matter to you whether I have a child or not?"
"You're old for a human, Rikuo-sama."
"I'm not that old. Most of the main house is more than twice my age."
"But they look younger than you right?"
"So?"
"So what happens when you're ninety?"
Rikuo smiled. "I'll be fine. Just let it be. If this is all you are going to talk about, I'll ask permission to conclude this meeting."
"Don't humans get weaker as they age?"
"I said, let it alone. I'll be fine. This meeting is over."
He got up abruptly, and left the room first. It was odd to the others, as Rikuo often hung back so he was the last to leave at every meeting.
The questioning yokai smiled creepily and murmured to himself.
Later in the afternoon, when Rikuo was wandering around thinking abut a book he had recently read, he felt a presence behind him. He sighed. Around the late afternoon, nearly evening, most yokai assumed he was just a defenseless human, and thus, the weak ones were often attracted to the faint yokai aura he released
He simply pretended he was unaware, even when it snaked around his face and breathed slowly.
When the yokai felt no fear, it left.
Unlike what Rikuo thought, this yokai was not just showing normal interest.
It was spying.
When the weak yokai reported back to his master, it hissed,
"Very weak, master. He doesn't even seem to be spiritually aware. He should be easy prey, at least during the day, when we are weak."
The yokai was suddenly snatched by his neck.
"Oh, you fool. You should know by now that the true Nura house is never weak. That fool brother of mine, who had the nerve to claim the title of 'the master of all spirits'… that was my title! They have taken my title!
The angry man slammed the yokai against the wall of the abandoned building. It dissapitated, killed by its master.
"That fool…"
The yokai moved from the shadows.
"Aikoririhon…"
A small girl moved out, dragging her snake body behind her.
"When do we attack?"
Aikoririhon bared his teeth.
"Tommorrow. Middle of the afternoon, when he can't access his supposedly all-powerful Night form. I will have the Nura clan, not that human man. He can't be that powerful. It was heard that he had guards even after he was thirteen."
Snickers ran through the crowd the sun set and yokai crawled out from the shadows, enormous monstrous shapes, and ugly slithery things siding across the floor.
"That human will regret the day he accepted the title Sandaime…"
Rikuo was currently not regretting anything as he played with the young yokai of visitors. For some reason, they adored him, and he enjoyed them right back, even when they were being ridicuously finicky. Tsurara was supposed to be watching them, but had little to no luck with them, and he had come to aid his ever-so-faithful servant.
"Uki! You donot do that! No! Don't go there!"
Rikuo watched in mild amusement as she yelled at the young snake yokai. He had three young babies on his lap, gurgling and looking up at him. He would never say that to her, but he was slightly enjoying watching her yell at them and get slightly pink from exertion.
"Uki, Nami! Relax a little okay? You're going to drive Tsurara crazy."
They immediately heeded his call and got together and started whispering to each other, which quickly progressed to shouting and mild slapping. Rikuo just sighed and Tsurara plopped down onto the ground next to him.
"Ho-ho-how do you do that?"
He smirked. "They just like me better. And I can understand why. You're awful"
She glared death at him. "I swear, they're awful! I think you were the only one worse than the whole lot." She covered her mouth and turned pale pink.
"I knew you were thinking that!" Rikuo cried out laughing, as he got up. "I got to go, they'll be calling for me soon, and I don't want to give us a bad look. Why don't you ask your Tsukumogami to help you? I'm sure the kids would love that, and the ice cream yokais would appreciate being used again to hold ice cream, and you like making it. Everyone wins right?"
Tsurara contemplated it and called her yakkou. (Not sure if I used that right)
Rikuo examined the crowd of ayakashi before him. All of them were much, much older than him.
"Pleased to meet you all. Hopefully you've managed to get aquainted with the other leaders in the clan, at least the ones you haven't met before—"
"Where's Setsura? I assumed she'd be the one to knock some sense into that fool son of mine! Ditches us for 500 years, takes the Nura clan name, and marries some human—"
"Excuse me, miss?"
The woman looked Rikuo up and down, and snorted loudly. "At least theirs respect somewhere in the family," she muttered. Rikuo could she was very, very old, even for a yokai.
"Who're you? You are most definitely not a hanyou, so you're not my grandson. So what do you want here?"
From what she had said, Rikuo decided it was safe to assume that this was his grandfather's mother. She looked as old as his grandfather did. He also decided to ignore her question. The last he needed was her blowing up at him, too.
"I'll get ojji-san for you."
It was even worse than he could have imagined. The old yokai's voice, carried across the enormous house, scaring the birds out of the trees, and any other wildlife for that matter.
"YOU IDIOT SON OF MINE! YOU DISAPPEAR, SEND US ALL ON A WILD CHASE FOR YOU, GET YOUR FREAKIN' HEART EATEN GET MARRIED, HAVE A KID, HAVE A GRANDKID AND DON'T EVEN BOTHER TO TRY TO FIND ME? OR EVEN CONTACT ME?"
"I've been in the house the entire time mother. I haven't left, I swear. If you wanted to find me, I was at home."
It was the most pitiful he had ever seen his grandfather. He flicked his eyes toward Gyuuki and was surprised to find a surprised look n the face. In fact, it seemed the only one unsurprised was Karasu Tengu.
When Nurarihyon's mother's voice rose another pitch, Riku decided it was probably time to intercede.
"It's all right now. We'll just get you a room and you can relax, and continue your discussion with your son, perhaps later, because it is getting a little late you know. We would hate if you exerted yourself before night fell, right?"
Most of the faces disagreed, but Rikuo flashed them a look, and they all quickly began nodding in agreement.
"Kurotabo, please take her to the empty room on the first floor."
Kurotabou quickly obliged, and led the fuming old woman off by her arm, trying desperately to calm her down.
Rikuo quickly turned to his grandfather.
"Why have you never told me you had a mother? Or any family at all for that matter? She's completely unhinged!"
"That's why I didn't tell anyone!"
"Any other unknown relations?"
"I have a brother."
Rikuo fought back the urge to kick the old yokai, turned on his heel, and stormed silently out of the room.
Everyone parted immediately, they could feel the fury curling off of him.
He walked out and nimbly climbed onto his favorite branch in his sakura tree, and thought about this supposed great-uncle he apparently had. He watched, the sun, still high in the sky, and realized he hadn't even asked the old yokai's name. He groaned aloud. Now that he had already met her, it would be embarrassing to have to ask her it.
"He really did something with this, huh?"
Rikuo looked down to see a pretty yokai perhaps a little younger than Tsurara, looking out over the gardens. She didn't appear to notice him. He hung back into the flowers.
She ran small pale fingers over the bark of one of the trees.
"Such pretty trees. Okaa-san told me it was all bushes, and grasses and normal plants."
Bits of frost started lining the plants, killing them into frozen beauty.
"That's prettier."
Rikuo watched with increasing caution as all the plants that had grown yearly since his father's first wife had first grown them were killed by the snow yokai. He drew his weapons, and when she approached his favorite tree, the one he was crouched in, he leapt out an immediately slashed out, directly for her face.
"EEK! What's the matter with you, human?"
Rikuo said nothing and walked around her, observing her silently. She really did remind him of someone.
"Who are you?"
She smirked. "A yuki onna, if that means anything to you."
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Ifinallywroteashortstorythatwasshort.Yeah,IknowitscompletelyofffromwhatIwaswritingbefore,butthiscameuponmeinanenormouswaveofINSPIRATION!Ijustcouldn'tresist.Don'task.
Anyway,onward!
#7
Title:
Features:Rikuo,(age18,buildingoffeventsin#2.)
Rikuo was out late at night, morning about to progress, in his Night form. He was thinking about strange happenings that had been going on in the smaller town next to Ukiyoe. How the weaker yokai that scurried the drains had appeared in daylight from nothing, screaming about the future or the past, or something like that. He crouched and groaned. He absolutely hated it when strange yokai appeared and started torturing other yokai, because he had to deal with it in a way that would please all the yokai leaders, in which the only thing that usually satiated them was death. That was usually much too kind, as this was often dealt with in the morning.
"Rikuo?"
He turned around, wondering who had addressed him so informally. With the exception of his grandfather, and his mother, he was always addressed with –kun or –sama.
He was shocked to find a young-looking girl with enormous sad eyes. There was an evil emanating from her.
"Hello Rikuo."
He tilted his head down at the yokai's disrespect and flicked his crimson eyes to the side.
"Who are you? Answer me."
She giggled and wrung her hands.
"Sanmoto-san made me. He made sure to come back. But I'm having much to much fun! If I bring him back, then I won't be able to play with my fear anymore. I want to play with you, Nura Rikuo."
He narrowed his already narrow eyes at her, and stood and pulled out his katana. He made sure that they had gone and annihilated everyone single yokai- human thing created by the psycho with the paintbrush. They were not particularly advanced, and apparently, they had missed one.
"Let's not get excited now." She skipped around him, and he followed her slowly.
"Okay, let's play!" She jumped forward, and immediately received a shallow cut as she dove back when she saw the sword swinging at her gracefully. She got another one as she kept leaping back at the nonstop abuse of strikes, ducking and diving. Within five minutes her clothes were sliced to bit and so was her skin.
"Why are you so mean?" a small teardrop ran down her face.
He said nothing and stepped forward for the final blow, and found himself frozen, a tiny finger pressed against his forehead.
"What the hell!"
"It will be daybreak!"
Rikuo was in the middle of a dusty road, surrounded on all sides by simple yet old houses. No one was out, which was odd enough. Where had that yokai sent him?
It was dark; there were no street lights, in fact there were no lights at all, except for a small lantern on the door of every house. He could feel the darkness in the air. Foreign yokai. Or rather, he was the foreigner.
He quickly reverted back to his human form, wincing and sharply gasping. It always hurt when he was human at night, after all, night is for Night and day is for Day.
It hurt much more then usual.
Foggily, he heard a voice, a bothersome voice he was very familiar with.
"It came from here!"
And when he lifted his head up, he was looking at a mirror image of himself, harsher and older.
Like his son and grandson, Nurarihyon had problems with boredom.
Nurarihyon had been wandering out of sheer boredom through out the districts, scaring the shit out of any fool on the street.
After all, 400 something years ago, who didn't know of the fearsome yokai that came when the sun set?
Apparently, fools who exerted an amazingly dangerous amount of yokai aura.
He had come upon a boy standing tightly in the middle of the road, clutching himself tightly and breathing hard. From the tiny, slight feeling, Nurarihyon had a feeling that despite the humaneness the boy exerted, their was an odd tinge to it.
He assumed it was a yokai in disguise, and from what he had felt before, a powerful one too.
So he got very close into the boy's face just to see him, and was shocked to find the most enormous brown eyes he had ever seen. They were a pretty color, yet held a knowing and intelligent look in them. There were smile crinkles in the corner. This person did so quite often. They reminded him, of all things, of his wife, Youhime.
He leaned back on his heels.
"So what are you doing here, human? It's not safe at night." He leaned closer from behind, moving quickly.
The boy flicked his eyes back to the yokai, and slowly closed them. Nurarihyon quickly got annoyed, but mostly interested. By now, most of his 'victims' would be shuddering and breathing quickly. Especially when he ran his hand through their hair. This latest one didn't even flinch.
"It's obvious you've lost, boy. Let someone experienced give it a try. You said yopu would entertain me in the least!"
Nurarihyon scowled. Setsura, his other seriously bored companion was whining.
"Fine. I doubt you could do it much better then I could." Leaving a last warm breath close to the odd boy's ear, he disappeared.
Idon'tthinkthat'saboy, Nurarihyon thought shrewdly as he watched Setsura from the top of a small house.
Rikuo opened his eyes and felt almost imperceptibly for his three swords. His grandfather, still young, and very from the looks of it. Setsura, not caring for any children at the moment. He was not where he was supposed to be, not at all. He was where he could not return easily.
Rikuo was in the past, where he was just another human to spread the fear.
If there was one thing he knew, from the looks of it, it was that Nurarihyon was terrifying enough to the people here that they locked their doors, stayed inside, and lit lanterns in hopes of warding yokai off.
There were many things worse then death.
Cold air suddenly filled the night, and Rikuo stepped back, looking through the impending fog for the thing that was most definite to emerge from it.
It was also familiar, as if he had felt this before.
Setsura. It was well known that she had been the oldest yokai before she disappeared, even more affront then the old man, and had the most nasty attitude the world had ever seen.
He could feel cold running up his ankles and drew his twin blades, jumping back and landing n his feet hard. The reverberating shock ran up his ankles, numb and tingling, and his legs, cold and stiff.
A white whirlwind rushed at him, and he rolled to the side. What a mistake that was.
Enormous icicles slammed up from the ground, nearly impaling him several times. If there was one thing his Day form could not do, it was hold up against a yokai at night.
Night was for Night, and Day was for Day, to quote.
Fear crept up on him, and he immediately started to retreat when a pain shot up from his arm, and looked to find his arm entirely impaled on the evil icicle. He couldn't help but drop to his knees and scream, clutching his arm. He gave the woman that looked so much like Tsurara but lacked all of her innocence a dirty look, and fled, praying that the yokai didn't follow him. They didn't.
He slid into a corner of an alley, tearing a piece of his yukata to make a bandage to stop the wound, which was flowing nonstop, and freely. He was getting very dizzy. He wished that daybreak would come so he could heal his arm before it got infected. Even thought Rikuo was in his Day form, he was a yokai and none of his human powers worked.
Dizziness was coming faster, his arm still hadn't quit bleeding, and he was soaked with crimson blood. Rikuo changed to his Night form, where the wound wasn't inflicted on his second body. He fainted, soaked with blood. Just then, the sun came peaking over the heads of the small houses.
A small mousy woman came walking up through the sunny path of midmorning. She was very pretty, beneath her large hat, and wore nicer clothes than most. She was still quite young, and most people smiled at her graciously. A young girl ran up to the pretty woman, tugging her robe frantically, crying out with another crowd of kids her age.
"Nura-san! Nura-san! Please come quick! Jonji found a boy in the alley!"
"Yeah!"
A chorus of small voices cried out at her.
"Okay, it's okay, just show me where he is."
She was practically dragged into a small alley between two houses. She gasped. She had seen several injuries children often found in the mornings; men who had drank too much and fallen, petty injuries of younger people, sick friends. But she had never seen an injurie as bad as this; not since Kyoto a few years back.
The boy with the odd two-toned hair had his arm nearly torn open in half, from his wrist to just under his armpit. He was coated in dried blood. She wouldn't be surprised if he had already bled to death. She touched her soft fingertips to his face, seemingly frozen in pain.
A gentle golden light spread down his body; he was still alive if her healing worked. The boy stirred, and she could see he was actually more of a young man, with more of a babyface than you could have imagined a boy could have.
He opened his eyes a little, and closed them again.
The pretty woman stood up, and asked some of the children around her to go get her some water. And to make sure it was cold.
Rikuo awoke to a refreshing splash of water dumped onto his face. He gasped and squirmed, clothes crunching with the dried blood. There was a shadow above him. He leaned back against the wall, looked up, and saw a mirror image of himself, womanized.
He shook out his overlong hair, flinging water droplets everywhere.
"Ugggghhhhhh…" was the only thing he could make out.
"Are you okay, mister?"
A young boy was looking at him intently.
"You was bleeding a lot so we went an' got Nura-san, she's real nice and fixed you up."
Rikuo wondered if that was the pretty woman in front of him, standing calmly. She looked just like the tiny engraving he had found in his grandfather's room while snooping around.
"Thank You, Nura-san, for fixing my arm."
She smiled.
Shereallydoeshaveayoungface,Rikuo thought. It was so deeply in contrast to his grandfather's severe face.
"Come on, young man, we should probably get you a new change of clothes. You'll attract attention to yourself that way." The young woman. Rikuo now recognized fully as Youhime helped him up.
"I'll take you to my house, and we'll get you a decent meal and you can be on your way if you wish.
There was a collective gasp. Everyone knew the nice princess lived in the evil house. Rikuo was completely unaware and was putting all his energies to first) staying conscious, and 2) keeping up his façade. They headed through the dusty streets of Ukiyoe, 400 years ago.
Nurarihyon was lazily spread across the futon in his room, mouth open, staring at the ceiling. He was always very careful not to let anyone but his wife see him in such a pitiful state, because usually, if she did, she'd make his day much more interesting.
So he was very unprepared when she burst in to his room, threw open his closet, and dug through his piles of clothes.
"What the hell are you doing, Youhime?"
"Did you attack a boy yesterday night?"
"What?"
She turned.
"I said,didyouattackaboyyesterdaynight?"
He looked at his wife.
"I just scared him. Setsura did the rest, but anyway, I'm sure he's fine, what's it to you?"
Youhime ignored her husband, pulled out one of his smaller yukatas, and sighed.
"It's way too long, but they'll just fit. What a petite young man." She sighed and marched purposefully out of the room.
Nurarihyon, curious, followed, and was horrified to see the frightened human from the previous night kneeling respectfully in a tiny guest room.
"Thank you very much Nura-san. I very much appreciate it, but it wasn't necessary."
"It's quite all right. You sure you don't want to bathe or anything?"
The boy shook his head.
"All right then."
She closed the curtain, and glared at her husband, and prepped herself for a very polite talk with Setsura.
Nurarihyon hung around the room, until finally deciding to go in.
The boy, yet unnamed, was half-dressed and emanated absolutely none of the aura he'd felt the previous night.
Nurarihyon stared at his back for a split second before it disappeared under a quick tug of cloth.
It was muscled, unlike his thin-looking frame suggested, and writhed with pale gray webby tattoos.
Three swords, two of them spirit blades disappeared expertly into his new clothes.
Nurarihyon was surprised not to see shikigami disappearing into his clothes as well.
The innocent—but obviously deadly boy froze before staring exactly at the place Nurarihyon was standing. The yokai stopped breathing and moved, and to further his surprise, the boy's eyes followed him perfectly. As if he could see right through his fear. The yokai decided not to take chances and slid out of the room.
A little later, he witnessed the boy thanking Youhime at the courtyard. Now that they were standing next to each other, the resemblance was more obvious, though the odd-haired boy was much taller and wiry than his wife. He quickly left, all without having told anyone his name.
"Youhime," he began, sneaking up next to his wife, " Something's off with that kid. He had two spirit blades, and only yokai and onmyougi ( did I spell that right?) carry those."
She just shrugged.
"He didn't have the Keikan symbol or anything, maybe he was a rogue. They'll hear about him if he's any good." She supplied.
"Anyways, I think, I might check him out again." Nurarihyon smiled, glad at having found something new to interest him.
Well,that'sdone.NotreallyfeelinglikeI'vedoneagoodjob,butveryhappywiththewaythatmyfanficsarecomingout.
Anyone here like Blue/Ao no exorcist? I've got a fanfiction in my mind, but I don't know their mother's name. I'm not sure if it was mentioned in the manga, and I don't watch the anime, so if anyone knows, shout it out to me okay? If it wasn't give me a good name okay? Please?
Check out my Bleach fanfic! It kinda sucks :.(
I'd appreciate your opinions, as always.
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