I Need You

Disclaimer: I do not own NnM.

Warning: AU, Maybe OOC (I'd try my best to not), OCs in future chapter, others.

Note: In this Story, Rikuo can change to his day form or night form whenever he likes. But, in this story Rikuo always appear (much) in his night form, so Tsurara consider him as a yokai.

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Chapter 2: Surprise, Full Moon and Lost

A blue-headed figure tangled up in the soft sheets of a rich futon allowed a small groan from her throat as the sun's bright rays penetrated her eyelids. Tsurara draped her arm over her eyes. What happened? She couldn't remember anything.

"Where…?" She mumbled groggily, trying to sit up whilst rubbing her eyes. Something prevented her from even moving. Confused, she squirmed a little and felt something latch harder against her stomach. Ah, it was only an arm wrapped around her wai- THERE"S AN ARM WRAPPED AROUND HER WAIST.

Drawing in deep and frantic breaths through her nose, her chest rising a falling rapidly. Calm, Tsurara… Calm… She repeated again and again in her mind. She wriggled to face the owner of the arm and found a boy sleeping beside her. An unknown boy…. Curious, she leaned in and squinted at him. Then, her eyes widened in surprised when she finally recognized the boy "WHAT?"

~In the Kitchen~

"Tsurara?" Kejoro blinked a few times, cocking her head slightly up toward the ceiling. She was sure that she heard Tsurara's voice, but she maybe she just imagined it "Oh, well…" She shrugged, continuing with the task at hand.

~Back to Rikuo's Room~

A hand covered Tsurara mouth. Wait, again? She could've sighed with exasperation if she wasn't in this predicament.

"Mmrph! Mmm urm mmph!" She harrumphed noisily. She rocked over to glare at him icily.

"Tsurara! Stop it! Relax!" The wild girl gave him one last 'Humph' and whacked his arms away from her. Rikuo, unaffected by his "fiance"'s coldness (No pun intended... Ok, maybe), stretching like a cat and yawning before sliding open the shoji door.

"Y-You! Nura Rikuo, that new student, am I right?" Tsurara asked suddenly, pointing rudely as he was about to exit.

He raised a tan eyebrow at her from over his shoulder. Now, she remembered! Where's she heard the name 'Rikuo', but… Wait a minute! She was with that -detestable- person last night, right? But… Why when she woke up this morning, she found her classmate besides her instead of that person? "Wait, why are you here? W-where's that person?" Don't tell me that he… Rikuo… Ah! Everything was clear for her now. Why she didn't notice since the beginning that he and the boy before her have the same name? But then… what is he? Yokai? Human?

"W-What are you!" She screeched, clambering and now behind the rumpled futon.

"Well, let me explain this first…" He started, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. By the time he looked back again, she was gone! Gaze sweeping around the room, a large sweatdrop hang from the brunette's head. She's never changed, isn't she? He thought happily, smiling to himself. Rikuo yawned again and he closed the shoji door to prepare to go to school. He can explain it later anyway.

.o.

Kejoro, who is busy in the kitchen, saw her frantic niece pacing up and down the corridor in her loose sleeping yukata -which she had changed into the previous night- and biting her thumbnail nervously "Tsurara!" The wavy haired woman called out as she ran towards Tsurara. Tsurara stopped in her tracks when she heard her aunt's voice. Blue eyes seemed to sag with relief as she watched her aunt come nearer.

"Aun—" Tsurara paused.

"Geez, can you calm down a bit? It's noisy," A cool, collected voice muttered from a little away, a teen with orange hair leaning against a tree in the courtyard. Kejoro's expression turned stern at the boy.

"Kubina—" She stopped at the strangled noise that gurgled out of girl beside her. She simply stared at him mouth wide, wi-i-i-i-de open.

"Hi-hi-his-His head! It's fl-flying!" She whimpered, utter disbelief scrunched onto her pretty face.

"Ara..?" His head flew closer to inspect her, his body following close behind. "What's wrong, Yuk-"

"HIIIIEE!" She screamed. Then tumbled forward into the arms of a panicky Kubinashi. Kejoro sighed and the smack of hand meeting the skin of a forehead was heard. The Thrid heir came walking in. His brown eye lit with curiously as he buttoned up his school jacket.

"Uh... What happened?"

.o.

Tsurara moaned softly, her hand coming to rub the sleepiness out of her eyes. Blinking while looking around the room tiredly, she thought to herself quietly, Where am I? She paused for a few. Ah... The headless horsemen... Without a horse... -insert sigh- Better get used to it... Rising out of her futon, she peeked out a shoji screen; her eyes meeting with a bright, molten orange orb sinking slowly below the silhouetted mountains, surrounded by a fog of warm golds, reds and pinks fading out into an indigo sky. It's evening... Then, she noticed that she wasn't wearing her pajamas. She is wearing something else. Who… Who's the one changed my clothes? Is it HIM? She cringed mentally, afraid that her so-called 'fiancé' was the one who's changed her clothes.

"Tsurara? You awake?" Tsurara turned her head to the voice. Not far from her, Kejoro stood with some folded clothes in her hands. "Good, then—"

"Auntie! Are you the one who's changed my clothes?" Tsurara asked suddenly, a light of desperation in her eyes. "Please say yes!"

"Uh, yeah... Why?"

Tsurara sighed in relief. Thank god! After that, Tsurara just noticed something. It's evening already, and then… it hit her. She didn't go to school? Before Tsurara could ask about that, Kejoro piped up, "And don't worry for your school. Master Rikuo already taken care of it." Quiet reigned through the room. Kejoro raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"

A woman gave her a sly smile, "Oh, you looking for master?" She chuckled behind her hand mischievously. Tsurara sweatdrops, then catches on, her face bloomed into a colorful red.

"He's still isn't back from school yet and now I wonder where's master go until he's late?" Kejoro said, she just noticed that Rikuo, her young master, wasn't home yet. Tsurara thinks that she might know where he was.

"Tsurara, are you, by any chance, know where young master could be?" A cat-like grin curling at her lips.

Another sweatdrop accompanied the first on her head. "No."

Kejoro furrowed, thinking that something was amiss. "Anyway, I'll explain to you everything so listen carefully," and Tsurara gulped.

Let's see what Rikuo doing, shall we?

"Come on, Nura-kun! Don't you just stand there!" Kiyotsugu, cried out ecstatically, looking around the room at the members. As usual, he wanted to discover something new and hoping that they would find yokai hiding. Apparently, the boy had caught wind of a "haunted" house on the outskirts of a small lake. Our loved Third Head had just been heading home. Well, the reason is to see his fiancé. He worried if something bad happened to her while he wasn't there or if his hyakki was giving her a heart attack. In the end, however, he had been swept away with the Kiyojūji Paranormal Investigation Squad, regardless of how the teen protested. They had needed another member, since Torii, Maki and Yura had been "busy". Just Shima and the head of the squad, as they said, would have been awkward, so to speak.

Rikuo sighed for maybe the millionth time that day. Humans are so weird...

"Kiyotsugu-kun! Come here, I think I've found something." His partner called, too busy crouched over whatever he had discovered.

He bounced over to the other with excitement. "What is it, Shima-kun?" Kiyotsugu leaned over Shima's shoulder. "A hole?" The blond grabbed a stone beside him and flicked it into the black abyss. As much as they strained their ears for the resounding 'Clack!' of rock hitting ground, it was to no avail.

"Is it deep?" Shima had given him the what-do-you-think? Look before focusing on the pit again.

Kiyotsugu tried again. "Where this hole leads to, I wonder?" While they chatted -or argued-, the brunette in the background pursed his lips in thought. Then sighed silently, sliding off his glasses to reveal they were a deep scarlet red. His fear surrounded him, swirling around him as he maneuvered it around his body into another cloak; a cloak of invisibility. He carefully navigated through the room, wary of the rocks, dust and twigs scattered everywhere on the floor. Slipping through a broken window, he dispelled his fear, sliding his glasses on with a contented smile.

He sighed in relief, "Finally!"

Sliding off his shoes, he stepped in. "I'm home!" Kejoro welcomed him with a clean yukata in her hands. Rikuo looked behind the woman, then the corridor behind her. "Where's Tsurara?"

"Oh, Rikuo-sama, you can find her in the offuro!" Rikuo raised an eyebrow at this. She's in the ofuro? That's surprising.

Waving a hand at the offered yukata, he pulled his shoes back on. "I'll be going then."

.o.

After Kejoro had given her a short explanation, it was hard to swallow. She had never been directly related to her... She had been taking care of her to cope with the shock of losing her mother. She constantly had to travel back and forth to the main house from theirs, to report on her condition, to serve there and to watch the master in her mother's stead. So her mother, who was Rikuo's aid, had arranged this marriage to her daughter even though she probably was pretty close to the Second so she might have... But what if she wasn't? Or...

Tsurara gave up on that train of thought, massaging her temples to soothe her aching mind. But, there's one thing for sure, she can't help but call Kejoro as her aunt.

She shrugged to herself, trying to make herself forget. Her arms reached into the air as she stretched languidly. "Ummm! This is great!"

If there was one bright side about being captured and claimed by a big-shot yokai was... -Pause for tension- their huge open bath! Nothing had delighted her more when Kejoro had shown her this on their tour of the house. She had been dying to look around, but it wasn't very polite to snoop in other people's houses. Sighing, she leaned on the shelf behind her, gazing up at the round white moon that shone faintly within her lit shelter.

She just couldn't think straight lately. To know that yokai truly exist and all the 'fiancé' things would make her crazy anytime. Her mother set this up? When? She couldn't recall a thing. Auntie Kejoro had mentioned something about amnesia due to intense mental trauma, causing her brain to shut down and such... But to lose something as important as a fiancé?

"I can't believe it!" She exclaimed, thinking out loud.

"You can't believe what?" Tsurara jumped in surprised. She knew whom the voice belonged to. R-Rikuo! What is he doing here? She spun around. And nearly jumped out of her towel at what she met. His face was right in front of her!

His red gaze bore deep into her eyes, then traveled down to study her body.

Without warning, he was clonked in the head by a fuming Tsurara. "P-Pervert!" Holding tight to the towel that covered her body, she attempted to leave the bath. But to her surprise -or dismay-, he had snatched up her wrist before she could leave any further.

"Hey..." Her voice died in her throat, watching his face come closer and closer, her heart beat echoing throughout her body.

"There was foam on your face." He stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. His finger swept off the offending cluster of bubbles and held it up for her to see. Her face burned.

"WHY YOU!" With perplexed ruby eyes and head at an angle, he watched his fiancé storm off. Well, at least she was safe, that's all that really mattered to him. A frown on his face formed when he turned to gaze at the full moon hanging elegantly in the star spattered sky.

Full moon, huh? It's a good night for hunting. At the thought, a pang of worry hit his stomach, turning around to follow the way she had left.

.o.

TRANG!

Her kicked rock had successfully hit a lamppost.

Our blue haired teen was now strolling in the park, desperately needing sometime alone. After contemplating whether or not to sit on the bench she had been staring at for the last ten minutes, she plopped down with a heavy sigh. When did my life take a turn for the worse? Tsurara looked around the park. No one to share to, or to listen to her troubles. It was quite late anyway, so she settled with staring off into space.

Kejoro had stated that Rikuo was really her fiance, whether if she remembered or not. Her yokai, head of his clan, fiancée. He was most definitely not what she expected in a fiancée. He was terribly rude, going barging into people's houses, kidnapping them and claiming them to be their fiancée. Was this some kind of joke or what? She growled, frustrated at her lack of memory. Why couldn't she remember when they met and when they were engaged? Why did he come so late? Why? WhY? WHY?

And most importantly...

Why did her mother die?

Rage simmered hot and angry in her veins, wishing revenge to the ones who had stolen her mother away from her nearly seven decades too soon. What she saw that day... Nausea wormed it's way into her. Her mother was murdered right in front of her eyes. Her graceful and pure white kimono dyed a deep scarlet with her own blood. The glazed, sightless blue orbs once so vibrant forever locked wide with horror. Her hand flew to her mouth, her stomach churning. She squeezed eyes shut as she hunched over, unaware of the shadow hidden behind her.

"You're MINE!"

A clawed hand shot out from the darkness, missing her hair by and inch and tearing off her soft blue scarf. It fell hidden underneath the shadow of the bench, forgotten. Eyes snapping open in realization. She gasped and stumbled off the chair, scrambling up to her feet. The yokai didn't miss this time, grabbing her long hair by the fist holds and dragging her to him, ignoring the cries of pain. Black dots swam in her vision. Her head spun and hurt dreadfully as she tried to scream.

Too late.

Its rough, unrelenting hand gripped her pale next, stopping her from getting enough air to scream. Gagging and gaping like a fish, she clawed at the hand to no avail, struggling proving no different. The side of her vision blurred black and everything slowly became hazy. It was suddenly so hard to move. She felt something, some magical force, clamp her mouth shut and pin her arms to her sides, her glued together as well. The yokai slung her over its shoulder, whistling a merry tune followed by a gleeful laughter, taking her deep, deep into the darkness of the woods beyond.

As her consciousness slowly faded, a boy with a smirking face and soft red eyes flashed, and it was dark...

.o.

Rikuo…

The said boy turned to the voice. No one was near. Confusion and a queasy fear raked at his mind. Determination set into those eyes, barely covering up the nearly frantic worry. This feeling was nowhere near good.

And he dreaded the reason why.

.o.o.o.o.

In case you were wondering why Tsurara eyes is blue instead amber, when she's in her human form her eyes is blue. You'll know why I set like this later… In further chapter, of course! And I already fixed the first chapter, changes a few things, if you haven't notice. Anyway, now review as if you really want the next chapter so bad… but, I can't promise I can update quickly like this for the next one. :P