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YellowWomanontheBrink is back with a fourth installation of her first fanfiction!

When I began posting my other fanfictions, I was surprised to see that my most popular was an awkward crossover. Go figure.

One of my friends is absolutely in love with a horror hate-fic on Maximum Ride.

Go figure. I don't understand people.

Thanks for clicking and reading.

Thanks to Saperia. **

Quick Question: What the hell is the difference between Nurarihyon no Mago (manga) Nurarihyon no mago (anime) and Nurarihyon no mago sennen makyou?

I'm just a poor girl, left oh-so-confused!

I should stop talking and get on with it. No one reads author's note anyway.

Unless your reading it now. If so , kudos!

Anyway…

And so…BEGIN!

#8

Title: Continuing from #7

Features: See previous chapters

Rikuo set off down the long road. Dust flinging up from his steps and staining the bottom of his yukata with its light colored dust. Nurarihyon had spotted him while he was changing, and was aware of the fact that he was spiritually armed. He set off in (what he hoped) was the opposite direction of Kyoto, just in case there were yokai trailing behind him. He turned right every time he hit a crossroads, going in completely random directions with the sense of foreboding he could not seem to shake off that something was following him. Every night, he slept on the ground, off the road and several times he had to avoid passengers. More than once he had seen the lonesome traveler attacked by stray yokai. Rikuo cocked an eyebrow at the thought. During this time in history, people really wee terrified of the things that lurked in the night.

Three days. That's how long he had spent wandering the roads, going nowhere, and when he finally reached a dead end, he got a smack of reality shoved in his face.

He was lost.

Absolutely and undoubtly lost.

Inevitably lost.

He supposed he could have predicted this.

Damn.

He sank to his knees n the middle of the road. It'd had been naïve of him to believe he could find his way around, 400 hundred freaking years in the past. Despite how fast he'd had to mature, he still had the slight naivety that made most people think him vulnerable when they didn't know him well.

Rikuo could feel a cold hand on his shoulder.

He numbly looked up to see a man, with dark hair covering most of his face and a ong beard neatly braided and disappearing into his shirt. Something was odd about him.

"Do not despair on the road son; it attracts the foul demons of the night."

Rikuo was silent, though he nodded. The moon was high in the sky, and this man did not sense the yokai aura that Rikuo gave off, even disguised in his day form. He stood up and set off, going around the man and heading back where he'd come.

"Oi, Yostiba! Did'ja fin' somethin'?"

Rikuo froze. The man with the braided beard looked at Rikuo's back.

"Kid, wher d'you think you're goin?"

Rikuo turned around and scratched his head, embaressed.

"I'm afraid I'm lost."

"that's pretty obvious."

Rikuo scowled and continued down the road."

"Yo, bozu! Come 'ere and we'll take you where we're going. At least its civilization. You're gonna get yourself killed out here.

"So who are you?" Rikuo asked, not appreciating the comment about his height. At least he had passed the 5'1 mark. (Did you know at that Day Rikuo is 4'11? Night Rikuo isn't very tall either, he's only 5'9. Hah ! Midget men with big egos.)

The man with the braided beard puffed up his chest and rubbed his face.

"I am the leader of the onmyougi!"

"You're a Keikan/"

"No."

"Sp then how are you—"

"Those Keikans are a buncha lazy bums. I heard they actually had to rely on a bunch of weak filthy yokai to take down a pregnant one. Talk about sad. We wander the countryside, looking for yokai to exterminate. We were heading to Ukiyoe village, there were rumors of a kidnapped princess being held ther and forced to bear children for the Lord of Pandemonium." He leaned close. "I also heard it's his base of operations."

Rikuo frowned. "I just came from there."

The man with the braided beard smiled. "Then you'll be a great asset. Have you ever tried to use a shikigami? We'll teach you now."

Rikuo sweat-dropped. He really didn't want to, and their was a yokai trailing him. He didn't wan to have to be forced to attack a yokai from the main house, even if it just was one of the smaller ones.

The person trailing Rikuo was definitely not a small yokai. In fact, it was Nurarihyon himself, interested in watching the boy wither as he walked the roads. In fact when the boy dropped to his knees, he was considering dragging him off this nowhere road to a town or something.

He watched as the boy tried, and failed at summoning a shikigami after being taught the basics. These men, though wandering rogues, were quite skilled with the omyougi tools.

When dawn broke, one of the papers finally responeded.

First it blew up.

Then it turned and attacked Rikuo.

Nurarihyon took note of the boy's twitching hands, as if he was itching to pull the sword sNurarihyon knew he had concealed expertly in his yukata.

But he didn't, and Nurarihyon was impressed at how fast that boy could run.

Quick even steps, as he outran the shikigami as it tried desperately to follow him, roaring in anger. He leaned closer. No shikigami held such fierceness towards it target (which wasn't usually his master) unless it was trying to fulfill its purpose, to destroy yokai.

"Shit," he could hear Rikuo mutter as he ran along behind him, "this is why I don't use shikigami."

So he's experienced with this sort of thing.

He watched as Rikuo expertly slid out his katana and neatly sliced the shikigamiin half with a powerful smooth, strike.

The baby-faced boy cocked his head.

"Whoever's there, you can come out now. I know that you are there."

Nurarihyon smirked and dropped his fear. This kid was much more perceptive than he first assumed.

"Wow. You're one of the few that can do that. In fact, as far as I'm concerned the only other is my wife. You almost remind me of her."

Nurarihyon looked back to find a look of pure seriousness spread across his face. The unnamed boy was clearly older than he first looked. Nurarihyon noticed he wasn't even looking at him.

He swiftly turned, to block an attack from a dog-like shikigami. It nicked his arm, and he drew Nenekirimaru, and slashed in a fluid motion, cutting it in half. Three more surrounded him and the boy, snarling and spitting and Nurarihyon was unsurprised to see large groups of rowdy looking men, all grimacing. Strangely enough, none of them reacted to the fact that one of their comrades was in danger. He flicked his amber eyes towards the boy to see a cold stony face. The boy slid out two matching, well-crafted wakizashis, and sliced them quickly, standing in a break of the circle of enemies.

"Wow, I didn' know you could use a sword!"

The oldest-looking, a man with a braided beard roared with laughter.

"Here's a test! If you wanna join our ranks, kill that yokai."

Nurarihyon almost smiled at the paling face of the young man. His knuckles were white on his blades. At least someone was educated out of the lot.

Rikuo was breathing hard. Kill his grandfather was an unimaginable thought,especially four hundred years in the past. He thought back to the senseless phrase the yokai had said.

It will be dawn.

Ithasbeenfourfuckingdawns, he thought bitterly as he turned and ran from his grandfather, who immediately gave chase, as did the rest of the men. At the last, second, not completely stopping, he drew the human blade and slashed it quickly down towards Nurarihyon's shoulder, while circling around after the yokai dodged and running the opposite way.

"Are all you are going to do is run?"

Rikuo ignored this comment as he rushed past braided-beard and another man he didn't get a look at before he was quickly caught up to.

"You really can run, you know that?"

He feinted out towards Nurarihyon's chest, who leapt back and than Rikuo turned sharply, skidding and using his hands to slow himself. He was breathing short shallow breaths and looking back at Nurarihyon, who was gazing at him over his shoulder.

And then of course, one of the onmyougi just had to interfere.

Rikuo almost groaned out loud when he saw four men and their shikigami, armed with blades, attempt to ambush him. Apparently bradided-beard had deemed Rikuo worthy of their vagabong troupe and decided to 'help'.

He drew both the wakizashis and watched as Nurarihyon disposed of them all but braided-beard with ease. He was tense with anticipation, as thy slashed at each other, until Nurarihyon disappeared, reappeared, and slashed him across the chest. The blood spray coated the air pink.

At that moment he decided perhaps a fight was not quite the good idea. After all, he had never seen his grandfather this brutal. He ran into the light woods and shrubbery around the road and prayed he would not be detected as he crawled underneath a twisted tree root, swords crossed over his chest.

For once luck was on his side, and Nurarihyon, left.

He got up and ran out to the road, to see if any of them were still alive.

Surprisingly, most of them were.

Sure, they were lying on the ground and groaning and bleeding, but they were alive.

Rikuo grabbed braided beard and hauled him up, dragging him into the cart, doing so with every body that was still alive, and dumping the dead ones off the road in the woods.

He had a long trip ahead of him.

#9

Title: Incoherant author interruptions + story

Features: Rihan and Wakana!

A/N: Okay, so I read chapter what, 177 right? They finallywent into closer detail with WakanaxRihan, and how she got him out of his funk. It was so adorable! I just had to write this.

Kubinashi looked over at his master, Nura Rihan, who was sitting down on the edge of a fall, watching the sunset with a human girl he had been hanging out a lot more often with. It was a little hard to believe that this was his Nidaime being treated so.

"You mope too much! Now smile! Happiness comes to those who smile." She prodded him.

He just looked at her.

"Okay then! I guess I just have to make you smile!"

She began pulling furiously at the corners of his face until he grinned back at her and she squealed.

"There! See, isn't that so much better! I prefer it to when you just sit there moping. Don't even try to deny it."

"Okay, okay! Just don't pull at my face again."

She grinned and pinched his cheeks until they were rosy pink.

Kubinashi looked at the strange scene as the human girl—no Wakana-chan s she requested she be called giggled when Rihan pinched her back.

It was so ridiculously childish that he couldn't help but grin along with it, and decided to wander so that Rihan could perhaps get a bit of privacy with her.

When dusk fell, and Kubinashi went to fetch his master for the night, he was unsurprised when Rihan had smiled—a genuine smile—and said he'd prefer to escort Wakana home, well Kubinashi just couldn't say no could he?

He watched him walk her home, her chattering friendlily the entire until they faded off into the distance.

#10

Title: Incoherant author ramblings + story #2

Features: Wakana, Kubinashi, and the lady that stole faces and stuff from chapter 177

Warnings: Severe spoilers for any chapter updates—if you haven't read Kubinashi vs Sanmoto's facial skin, skip

A/N: Hell yeah! Wakana's got a gun!

Facial skin lady was quite shocked when a bullet tore into her.

That wasn't quite part of the script at all!

"You've ruined it!" She howled, screaming at the mistress of the Nura clan. Kubinashi was staring dumbfounded.

"Where… did you get that?"

Wakana smiled.

"Why, Kubinashi-kun! I live in a house surrounded by by ayakashi, surely I must have hidden it somewhere in my bosom! Don't act so surprised."

A/N: Story goes differently from here, only because you know how much I adoreawesomising characters.

Wakana, oh-so-innocent, confident, carefree Wakana raised her pistol expertly, covered her left (right?) ear and fired, tearing into the enormous 'hero's' face.

"Oh poor you," she said, leveling her gun again, "You should know that this battle isn't a play. It's only in theatres where the hero fully triumphs. The villain will always take his portion of victory." Silently, she thought to herself, as she aimed again, andyourdeathwillbemine…

Kubinashi tackled facial skin lady ( yes that is what I will call her, her name I really long and I only got a quick chance to look a the chapter while waiting at the library) as she grabbed Wakana, roaring in fury, drowning out the lady's screams.

"Put her down!," Kubinashi roared, strangling the enemy with his bright red string.

"No one shall take away my Nidaime's happiness! Not again!" He hissed, lowering his head to be equivalent with his opponents face as Wakana stood firmly behind him, raising her pistol once more.

Thatiswhatshedid, he thought, as a deafening boom cleared his ears,shemadethisplacehappyagain.

He stood up and wiped the blood spray from his disembodied head as the facial skin lady struggled to stand up.

"Stand back, please Wakana-sama," he ordered as the yokai finally stood. From the corner of his eye, he watched her obey and move away from the center of the fight.

And… now I wait for the next chapter and curse out Shiibashi Hiroshi for making the damn things so short.

#10a

Title: YellowWoman taking note of something.

Features":YellowWomanontheBrink

Hello readers. Just wondering, is it me, or do all male mangakas make female characters ABSOLUTELY FUCKING USELESS? I mean, it pisses me off beyond all belief. Just because they are girls does not mean they are useless.

(Yes, I'm talking about Tsurara and how uninteresting in a fight she is.)

I mean, why the hell is Kana tagging along?

At least Maki and Torii try.

No, I'm not hating on the manga.

I just wonder…

I mean, let's go a bit off topic here.

Look at other animes all written by men.

Her is my useless female anime character list:

Naruto: Sakura.

Blue Exorcist: Shiemi. I don't hate her, but she doesn't doanything!

Bleach: Orihime. I hate that girl. Always getting in the frickin way.

If I go on I'll start cursing and probably get a hate review, so I'll stop. Thank you for putting up with my incessant ramblimg. I'm sorry. I just noticed that. And it makes me happy to know that despite the fact Wakana may seem defenseless and weak and useless, she is NOT! She knows how to get out of the way and does not wait to be rescued!

Ahhhhh….

Normally I just rant to my sister, but she doesn't like any of my anime *sob*

Okay, now I'm definitely going to stop.

#11

Title: How she got it

Features: Wakana

A/N: Okay, I'm officially obsessed with girls+guns. Especially Wakana. I've always liked her and felt a little sad that Hiroshi never went to close in detail with Rihan's and her's relationship…

Wakana wandered the underground of Ukiyoe and the neighboring town. Clutched in her light and simple kimono, was a cold barrel that was hidden unnoticeably underneath her breasts. The freezing metal made her want to fidget, but she refrained from the action.

She wondered about what Rihan had told her the week after they had been married, after she had been attacked by a stray yokai when she insisted on visiting each of the districts rather than just meeting the heads.

"Are you sure you're okay with this? I mean—"

"Are you questioning me Rihan-san?"

"Of course not, it's just—"

"I'm fine.":

She had rubbed her bandages tenderly.

Rihan had completely overeacted because she had been entirely defenseless. She had had to hide behind her husband's strength.

Well, she thought,nomoreofthat.I'llbeabletodefendmyselfifIneedto.

She fingered the extra bullet cases—the special type and the normal, human ones.

It won't matter if he's human or yokai.

After all, Wakana spent a lot of time alone at home. She was the only human in the household, physically weaker and useless in a fight. She always hung back, whenever the main house had left for whatever threat there was.

She had no problem with this. She would hold the home down, and make sure, for better or for worse, that whenever they came back, be it something as miniscule as patrol or as dangerous as Kyoto, they had someplace to rest, and that they came home to a perfectly managed house.

When her son, Rikuo was born, they treated her respectfully, though it was clear some of the older ones were displeased with how 'human' he was, Wakana could've cared less. She wasn't alone in the house anymore, and then, before she could even truly appreciate it, he went off with the others. He was only thirteen, but Wakana had expected it, ever since he was old enough to talk.

So now she was alone in the house simply awaiting their return.

Should the circumstances change though, she sure as hell had no intention of being absolutely useless, and have to be defended. It made her want to cringe.

So when the yokai had the nerve to burst in on her home.

Once she was done being surprised….

Whatever ayakashi in her home had better expect a bullet in their face.

She would be glad to give it.

Okay,I'mgoingtoendthischapter.

Tell me what you think! Thanks for reading this far!

This chapter was done on 11/ 10 at 11:55 eastern time! I don't know military.

Check out any of my other fics! They make no sense! (Just kidding.)

Don't forget to answer my question! I really am confused!

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Dude. I'm so far gone into the recesses of vegetation I can't even ramble about shit.

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