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HOW SHE BECAME HIS WIFE
|CHAPTER TWO: DEFINITELY NOT A CINDERELLA STORY|
Later That Day...
≥ The Nura Mansion ► Guest Room ≤
"Tsurara dear, wake up."
'This voice...'
"It's time to wake up sweetie."
'I know this voice...'
"Wake up."
'It belongs to...'
"I SAID WAKE UP THIS INSTANT YOU SLEEPY HEAD!"
"Yes mom! I'm awake! I'm awake!" Tsurara exclaimed in terror as she swiftly shot up from the bed, but then realized she was just dreaming. "Ah..." She let out a sigh and ran a hand through her hair, "Even in the dream, mother is still that scary..."
Just then, a scene of Rikuo kissing her flashed across her mind, she quickly shook her head and placed her hands on her blushing cheeks. Why in the world would she dreamed such a weird dream anyway? Her mother would never let her marry a complete stranger in real life! Even though that stranger is quite good looking... Then again, Tsurara thought that someone like Setsura actually would...=_= Oh well, she's just glad that it was all just a dream. Though she thought that the kiss wasn't that bad as well... Tsurara touched her lips upon that thought.
"Wait a minute, what am I thinking!?" She knocked her head several times with her hands before cupping her face. "There's no way kissing a stranger would be that...good..." She muttered and shook her head vigorously, "You must be out of your mind Tsurara, stop thinking about it!"
Suddenly, a 'click' sound from the door startled Tsurara that she almost jumped. Her hazel eyes shot wide open along with her mouth when Kejoro walked in, smiling ever so warmly. "Tsurara-san, you're awake. How are you feeling?"
Tsurara immediately held up the blanket over to her nose, her bold eyes still staring up at Kejoro without a blink, as if she had just seen a ghost. "Wha-Wha-What are you doing here?"
"Hm?" Kejoro blinked a couple of times and tilted her head upon her question, "What do you mean, Tsurara-san? We brought you here to the guest room to rest after you'd passed out this morning," She gave her usual warm smile again as she continued, "And then we called Zen-sama to come over to check on you, he said you were alright and that you'll wake up soon sometime in the afternoon, turns out he was right. That guy is really amazing sometimes."
"Zen-sama?" Tsurara slowly pulled down the blanket from her face, staring at Kejoro in confuse, who had just sat down on the bedside.
"Mm-hm, Zen-sama is a very close friend of Rikuo-sama, they're actually sworn-brothers. He's a doctor, and a very good one too. He's very famous throughout Japan."
"I see... Sorry for the trouble, Kejoror-san." Tsurara bowed apologetically. "And thank you for taking care of me.
"Don't mention it, Tsurara-san, it's no trouble at all. I'm just glad you're alright, you really gave us a scare when you suddenly pass out this morning."
"About that... how did I passed out?"
"Hm? You don't remember? You faint during the kiss."
"The-The-The-The ki-ki-kiss?" Tsurara's eyes grew big and bold. 'Wasn't it just a dream!?'
"Yes, you fainted when Rikuo-sama kissed you for a little too long that you suffocated in the end." Kejoro explained, but then her warm smile was swiftly replaced by a cheeky smile when something suddenly came into mind. "Oh? Was the kiss really that amazing that it actually made you forget what happened?"
Tsurara slapped her hands to her cheeks in shock. "That ki-ki-kiss really happened!? The marriage? The wills? The kiss? The debts? the school fees? THE KISS? Everything? It wasn't a dream?"
Kejoro couldn't help but let out a small giggle upon the little flustered face. "Yes, Tsurara-san," she confirmed, "everything that you thought was a dream actually happened five hours ago."
Tsurara instantly turned pale with a (OㅁO) expression, dragging her hands down her cheeks like melting butters, "My...My...My first kiss..." She dropped her head and muttered weakly, a black cloud formed above her head followed by a strike of lighting and growling thunder, and then it began to rain.
A sweat-drop appeared on Kejoro's head but she kept her warm smile as she tried to comfort her, "Don't be sad Tsurara-san, Rikuo-sama isn't anyone else, he's your husband, neh?"
Another lighting stroke, followed by a loud thunder, and the black cloud above Tsurara's head grew bigger along with the pouring rain. "It was my first kiss..." She mumbled between her sniffs.
"Tsu-Tsurara-san..." Kejoro tried to keep her smile but eventually failed and she couldn't help but let out a sigh. "Really, Rikuo-sama should be more considerate before just kissing a girl like that, especially when it's Tsurara-san's first kiss." Then, she placed her fingers under her chin in a pondering position as she thought out loud, "Though it was his first kiss too..."
The black cloud above Tsurara's head instantly disappeared with a 'pop' sound as she shot her head up and gazed at Kejoro with her surprised, bold, dewy-eyes. "His first kiss?" She asked in disbelief, snapping Kejoro out from her pondering. "He never kissed a girl before?"
"No, it was his first kiss like Tsurara-san's." Kejoro replied with her usual motherly warm smile.
"No way!" Tsurara suddenly burst out, almost startling Kejoro. "How could it be his first time kissing a girl!? It's Impossible! He was so ski-" Tsurara abruptly stopped as she quickly smacked her hands against her mouth.
Kejoro blinked at her sudden action but then smiled cheekily as she saw a blush crept up Tsurara's cheeks. "So? What, Tsurara-san?" She continued eying her, Tsurara remained silent with her hands still firmly pressed against her mouth as she shook her head vigorously, but her cheeks kept getting redder and redder which Kejoro easily noticed. "Seems like you enjoyed it, Tsurara-san." She said with a teasing tone.
"N-NO!" A steamy red-face Tsurara shouted, her hands left her mouth as they waved vigorously in the air to emphasize her point.
Kejoro couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "Was he really that good? How does it feel like? Please do describe, Tsurara-san." she smiled further, almost mischievously.
When Tsurara thought her cheeks wouldn't get any redder, they did. "No! I-It's not like that! I-I-I-I- It-It was-"
Suddenly, a voice from the door interrupted the two. "You should be taking care of her, Kejoro, not showering questions and making her feel uncomfortable." Said Rikuo, leaning against the door-frame, ever so emotionless.
Tsurara instantly looked down to her fingers in embarrassment while Kejoro stood up from the bedside to face the sudden visitor. She crossed her arms and smiled teasingly at him, "Aah~ Aah~ Already so protective of your wife? Rikuo-sama."
Rikuo was about to say something but was interrupted by Kubinashi, who had suddenly pop up from nowhere behind him, with blood-stained bandage wrapped around his head and blood-stained tissues stuck in his nostrils. "Rikuo-sama, your ride is ready." He informed.
Rikuo gave him a nod and was about to turn to leave but stopped when Tsurara suddenly spoke, "Y-You're leaving?"
"I have an important meeting to attend, I'll be back after dinner." He replied while walking up to her, and as soon as he reached her bedside, Rikuo bent down towards the surprised Tsurara who instinctively held the blanket up to her nose nervously as Rikuo leaned in until their faces was just an inch away. He gave a very faint smile and said, "Don't try to run away, Tsurara. This is your home now and you're the mistress of this house. Understand?" Though his tone was stern and threatening, his gaze was soft and gentle which made Tsurara blushed uncontrollably.
"M-Mm." Was all Tsurara managed to replied with a nod, which earned a small smirk from the face in front hers.
"Are you planning to make her faint again?" Came Kejoro's warning, half jokingly. Rikuo finally straighten up from his bending position as he turned to look at Kejoro, much to Tsurara's relief, who thought she might really faint any time soon. Again.
"Since she's awake now, you could help her get ready." Rikuo told Kejoro.
"How impatient," Kejoro replied, "it's still hours away till sun down."
"I don't see any harm getting ready early." He shrugged coolly.
Kejoro let out a sigh, "Alright, alright, I'll make sure she's ready at the time you get home. But after seeing your performance this morning I have trouble picking out the gowns now." she said and gave him a (ㄱ_ㄱ) look.
Rikuo almost rolled his eyes. "Just pick whatever fits her, it won't matter anyway."
"Since you'll be ripping it to shreds?" Kejoro raised an eyebrow at him.
Rikuo was silent for a while. "...Probably."
Tsurara's eyes widened in shock at Rikuo's reply. "Why would you do that?" She asked innocently in confuse, why on earth would anyone do such a brutal thing to a gown?
Kejoro giggled amusingly after Tsurara's innocent question while Rikuo just stared blankly at her briefly before heading towards the door. "I have to go now."
"Ah... H-Have a nice meeting!" Tsurara called out, which made Rikuo stopped dead at his tracks and turned to look at her smiling sincerely back at him. "And don't overwork yourself, ok? Health is more important." She smiled further and waved at him cutely. "See you later, Rikuo-sama."
For a moment there Rikuo suddenly felt something that he hadn't felt for a very long time. Something that he had forgotten in the past. Something that he refused to have for anyone since he found out about their parents' marriage arrangement few years ago. Without a word, Rikuo turned back to the door and continued walking. Tsurara's smile slowly faded when she received no respond from him, she was a bit angry and hurt of being ignored like that, but then she was even more confused. Suddenly, Rikuo stopped at the door and without glancing at her he muttered, "I'll see you later." And left, closing the door behind him.
That made Tsurara's smile came back instantly, brighter then ever.
"My, Tsurara-san is already acting like a real wife. How cute~" Kejoro cooed delightedly as she clasped her hands together under her right cheek.
"A-Ah...T-That's not it!" Tsurara waved her hands at Kejoro in deny, a blush crept up her cheeks again. "I-I-I was just-"
"I was just teasing you, Tsuarara-san. You're just so cute, I couldn't resist!" Kejoro giggled behind her hand while Tsurara's face turned into a (=ㅁ=) with three straight lines and a sweat-drop on her head.
Suddenly, a couple of soft knocks on the door caught the two's attention and Kejoro went to answer it, revealing a beautiful young girl with long pink hair tied in Chinese-style buns on either side of her head with a small braid hanging on the right bun, shower bangs with long fringes framing her face and amber eyes. She looks to be eighteen in age from Tsurara's perspective.
"Kejoro-san." The girl greeted with a sweet smile and a small bow.
"Oh, Reira-chan." Kejoro greeted back with a bright smile, happy to see her.
"I came to ask if you had decided on the gowns yet."
"As the matter of fact..." Kejoro leaned into Reira's right ear, whispering something that made her blinked in confuse and a little surprise.
As Kejoro straighten up to look at her, Reira gave a nod in acknowledgment. "I'll go prepare it right away then." She said happily before taking off.
"Thank you, Reira-chan~ I'll see you later."
After grabbing her coat, Reira headed down stairs and to the front door where she bumped into Aotabo, head in-charge of NURA's security.
"Oh, hi there Reira-san, are you going out?" He asked, his voice's energetic as always.
"Yes, I'm going to the Hundred Tales Mall to pick something up for Kejoro-san." Reira replied with a smile. "It's actually for Oikawa-sama."
"I see, would you like me or one of the maids to go with you?"
"Thank you Aotabo-san, but it's okay. I'll be back very soon." Reira gave him a wave goodbye before heading out.
"Alright then, have a safe trip." Aotabo waved back and see her off before heading back to his duties.
...
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That Evening...
After having her dinner early(that Kejoro told her to, which Tsurara happily obliged since she missed lunch this afternoon thanks to a certain someone), Kejoro brought Tsurara back to the guest room again to help her get ready, which the confused young girl had no idea what for.
≥ Guest Room's Bathroom ≤
It's been almost ten minutes since the two debated with each other in the bathroom, with Kejoro offering to help Tsurara with her bath and Tsurara insisting of taking the bath herself. =_=
"I-It's fine, really, I can take the bath myself, there's no need to trouble Kejoro-san." insisted Tsurara for another millionth time, holding tight on the towel wrapped around her naked body.
"It's no trouble at all." Again, Kejoro tried to convince for the another millionth time. "Don't be shy Tsurara-san, it's just me."
"I-Im not shy, I'm just- Eek!" Tsurara squealed in shock as Kejoro easily pulled off her towel with one go, she quickly wrapped her arms around herself trying her best to cover herself, that woman's strength is really incredible!
"You have a very nice body, Tsurara-san." commented Kejoro, looking up and down of Tsurara's body. "Not as curvy as mine but still attractive enough to catch a man's eye."
"Umm...T-Thank you?"
"And your skin is so fair and soft."
"Eek~~~!" Tsurara squealed again and jolted a step backwards when Kejoro just gently poked her left arm.
"And sensitive." Kejoro let out a small giggle. "My, my, Rikuo-sama is going to go crazy for sure tonight, such a lucky guy."
Again, Tsurara was too innocent to understand Kejoro's statement, but Kejoro just laughed it off and told her not to mind about it too much and eventually left Tsurara on her own to take her bath after seeing the poor girl's furiously flustered face. While Tsurara was taking her bath, Kejoro went to check on the master bedroom, which is Rikuo's bedroom, making sure everything was ready and perfect for tonight. After making sure everything is well ready, Kejoro headed back to the guest room and Reira showed up not long after.
≥ Guest Room ≤
"Kejoro-san, I've got the Kimono like you asked." announced Reira as she held up an elaborate rich patterned white silk brocade kimono hung on a hanger. "I've already cleaned and steamed it."
"It's perfect, Reira-chan! You always have a great taste in kimonos." Kejoro delightfully said and took over the kimono.
"It's the company's latest release and I think Rikuo-sama would be happy to see Oikawa-sama wearing one of his designs, neh? And I think Oikawa-sama would look really good in it too."
"I think it suits Tsurara-san very well too."
"But why go for a kimono all of a sudden, Kejoro-san?" Reira asked out of curiosity.
"Because if we go for gowns, they'll be rip to shreds eventually and I could never let such beautiful gowns go to waste." Kejoro explained. "A kimono is more easy to strip, that's why." She gave a cheeky wink.
Reika's cheeks turn into shades of pink. "O-Ow..."
Just then, Tsurara came out from the bathroom in a white bathrobe and her wet hair wrapped up with a light blue towel.
"Oikawa-sama." Reira gave a small bow as she greeted Tsurara.
"Ah...H-Hello." Tsurara quickly bowed and greeted back.
"This is Reira," introduced Kejoro. "Rihan-sama kindly took her in when she was just ten years old and she's been serving the NURA Family since."
"It's the least I could do in return after Rihan-sama and Wakana-sama had helped me with my troubles in the past." Reira's smile grew brighter at the thoughts of her two favorite and most respected people.
"She's also one of the most trusted attendants of the Family, and one of the closest to Rikuo-sama since they grew up together."
"Oh, I see." Tsurara gave her usual cheery smile. "It's very nice to meet you, Reira-san."
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Oikawa-sama." Reira smiled sweetly in return.
"Please, just Tsurara is fine. I hope we could be good friends in the future."
Reira was a bit taken aback by her new mistress's friendly statement, but then smiled again and nodded happily in respond.
"By the way Tsurara-san, Reira had personally picked this kimono for you. Do you like it?" asked Kejoro as she held up the kimono and slightly swayed it side to side.
"What a beautiful kimono!" Tsurara literally squealed, kimonos have always been her favorite clothing. "I love it! Thank you Reira-san!"
"Don't mention it, Tsurara-san." Reira smiled happily seeing how much Tsurara adored the outfit she had picked for her. "I'm glad you like it."
Tsurara had decided to wear her scarf along with the kimono since it was one of her most precious possessions given by her mother, and another reason was because she felt close to her mother whenever she's wearing it, as if her mother was right there with her. After helping Tsurara get perfectly ready, Kejoro and Reira brought her to the master bedroom and told her to stay in there no matter what, which Tsurara naively obliged without knowing it's actually Rikuo's bedroom.
≥ Master Bedroom ≤
After Kejoro and Reira left, Tsurara walked further into the huge bedroom, looking around in awe. The bedroom is almost four times the size of her bedroom back home! Probably even more. She placed her bag on the beautiful looking couch at the left corner of the room before going to have a look around. She came across the dresser, surprised to see her reflection, she looked like a different person in that Kimono. Tsurara never thought she would have the chance of wearing such a beautiful Kimono or live in a big beautiful mansion, everything that happened today was like a dream. A dream that she never dared to wish for.
'Do I really deserve all of this?' Tsurara thought to herself, what did she ever do to have all this in one night? Why her instead of someone else? Most importantly, how come her mother never mentioned anything about being close friends with Rikuo-sama's father? Tsurara's confusion was replaced by sadness at the thought of her mother, she dragged herself towards the king sized bed, hoping to lay down a bit but cancelled that thought when she found a big heart shape formed by red rose petals in the center of the bed. She wondered why on earth was it there and bent down to touch one of the petals. Suddenly, the door room closed.
"Eep!" Tsurara jumped up in surprised, she quickly turned to look and saw Rikuo staring at her from the door.
"Did I scare you?" He asked, expressionless as usual.
"Ah..." Tsurara slightly blushed and looked down to her fingers in embarrassment. "A little, but it's alright."
Rikuo continued to stare at her for a brief moment before smirking slightly. "So Kejoro decided to go with a Kimono instead. Clever choice." Tsurara tilted her head to one side, clueless about the meaning behind those words. She opened her mouth to question but closed it when when Rikuo continued, "Reira picked that Kimono, didn't she."
It sounded more like a sentence than a question to Tsurara, but she answered it anyways. "Yes, she did." She said smiling and looking down to the Kimono she was wearing. "Kejoro-san said Reira-san always has a great taste with Kimonos, and I agree with her too." She gazed up to Rikuo and smiled further. "She also told me that it's one of Rikuo-sama's designs."
He was silent for a moment, and then he began walking towards her and asked, "Do you like it?"
"Mm!" She gave an enthusiastic nod and complimented, "This kimono is really beautiful, I really like it! Rikuo-sama is very talented."
"I was talking about the bed." Rikuo said, now standing in front of her.
"The bed?" Tsurara blinked before turning around to look at the bed. Her eyes widen in surprised and her body stiffen with shock. Rikuo-sama was hugging her from behind! 'Oh my gosh!'
"Yes, Tsurara." He whispered beside her left ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Our bed."
(OAO)! "E-Ehhhhhh?" Tsurara stammered, cupping her blushed cheeks. "Ou-Ou-Our b-b-b-b-b-b-b-bed?"
"What's wrong? You don't like it?" Rikuo's asked with the same seductive tone as his left hand made it's way up to Tsurara's chin and gently tilted her head to face him, Tsurara's eyes instantly widen as they met his, their faces just an inch away. A dark shade of tomato red spread swiftly from her neck up to her forehead as steaming smokes shot out from both of her ears going 'Choo~~~~~'
She opened her mouth but nothing came out, as if her voice had strangely disappeared all of a sudden. Rikuo continued to stare right into her eyes while poor Tsurara struggled to find her suddenly-gone-missing voice. She felt her body somehow gotten weaker by the second and her mind in dazed, as if those blood-red orbs were draining all the energy out of her, they probably were. Seeing her not responding, Rikuo couldn't resist the adorably flushed face anymore and leaned in, closing the space between their lips. And that is when Tsurara had finally found back her voice and began mewling in protest, she tried to struggle free but her body was somehow too weak to move, as if his lips had drained the remain energy out of her and she had no choice but to surrender to the searing kiss.
Rikuo pulled back a little, his forehead pressing against hers and their eyes still closed as they both breathed heavily. "Tsurara Oikawa..." He murmured huskily, the way how he said her name with his deep silk voice caused an electric tingles to dance all over her skin. "What kind of spell had you put on me?"
"What...?" Confused, Tsurara opened her eyes to looked at him staring at her, his eyes filled with the same uncertainty and confusion as his question, but Tsurara thought she saw more, there was also a hint of fear. She frowned. Does he really felt that way? He's always so confident, so fearless, yet at this moment he seemed so lost and uncertain. Why? Why would he feel that way when he was the one making her feel the same?
Rikuo's hand left her chin and went behind her head, he winds his hand through her hair, gently pulling back to tilt her face up to his. "It was supposed to be the other way around.." He whispered. Before Tsurara could say anything, he bent down his head and took her lips into another searing kiss.
Different... The kiss was different, it wasn't like the kisses this morning, it was still as gentle and slow, yet sweeter and somehow intoxicated that Tsurara found her lips responding to his uncontrollably.
'Wh-What am I doing? Why am I... Why can't I control my lips...?'
Frighten by her own behavior, Tsurara started to tremble, her heart pounding madly and a familiar heat began taking over her body. She mewled in surprised as Rikuo suddenly licked and nibbled her lower lip, which set Tsurara over her limit and her feet finally couldn't support her anymore that she has to leaned backwards against Rikuo and held onto his right arm around her waist tightly for support. Her knees buckled and Rikuo noticed, he quickly pulled back, afraid she might faint again.
"Ri-Rikuo-sama..." Tsurara murmured between her flustered breathing, her cheeks were flush red and her eyes were hazy. "M-My feet... Why c-can't I stand up?" She asked, confused and scared. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before, was she sick or something?
Rikuo couldn't help but let out an amused smirk upon her cute naiveness, earning a deeper frown from Tsurara. He scooped her up into his arms, bridal style, and placed her on the bed. Then he began unbuttoning his clothes.
"Ri-Ri-Rikuo-sama," Tsurara's eyes instantly widen at the sight of him pulling down his clothes. "wh-what are you doing!?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Rikuo simply replied as his clothes slid down to the floor, revealing the upper part of his naked, well build body. He began crawling up towards her from her legs.
Tsurara suddenly felt her strength had magically came back as she quickly pushed herself up with her elbows and shoved her left foot up against Rikuo's torso to prevent him from crawling further. "Stoooppp!" She shouted, her foot trying not to cringed under the sudden skin-ship with his firm packs.
"What's wrong?"
"I-I'm not ready fo-for t-this..."
Rikuo let out a smirk. "Do you really think I will stop?" He pulled down her foot and proceed to crawl up towards her, "We're married, it's our wedding night."
Tsurara gulped hard and started to panicked. 'Oh no! Oh no! He's coming! What should I do? What should do?!'
She quickly sat up and she shoved both hands against his chest, stopping his advance again.
'Oh my gosh I'm touching his chest!'
"W-w-we shoul-shuoldn't d-d-d-d-o th-this!" She stammered madly upon the thought, it was her first time touching a guy's naked chest after all.
"Why not? This is what husbands and wives do." Rikuo advanced a little, Tsurara pushed her hands further against his chest but quickly pulled back a bit in embarrassment. Rikuo noticed her shy reaction and quirked an eyebrow, he slightly pressed his left hand on hers, deepening her touch on his chest, causing Tsurara to blushed bright red as she let out a surprised light squeal.
She immediately pulled back her hands but unfortunately for her left hand, it's still stuck tightly between Rikuo's hand and his chest, and the more she tried to pull it back the more Rikuo tighten his grip. "Ri-Rikuo-sama, let go!"
"Why?"
"P-Please!"
But instant of letting go, Rikuo brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it, causing Tsurara to blushed even more. Then, without a warning, he gently shoved her down with him on top as he pinned her hand on the pillow in the space beside her head.
Tsurara let out a surprised gasp and she instinctively shoved her free hand against his chest. "Ri-Rikuo-sama!"
Rikuo took her right hand off his chest and pinned it on the other side as he leaned into her ear and whispered, "Just relax, Tsurara." He licked her earlobe, causing Tsurara to gasped and flinched in shocked. Then, he travel down to her waist and began loosening the obi of her kimono with his teeth.
"Wait, don't!" Tsurara tried to struggle her hands free but was no match against his strong grip. "Please let go, Rikuo-sama!" To her surprised, Rikuo pulled away his right hand, but only to remove her scarf. "St-Stop!" She quickly shoved her free hand against his shoulder to stop him.
Rikuo looked down at her with a smirk, "The more you refuse me like this the more it tempts me."
"Wh-What?"
Rikuo pulled the Kimono off her right shoulder, revealing part of her under garment and snow-white skin. Tsurara gasped and quickly turned to her stomach, trying to hide her exposedness. "Don't turn away, Tsurara." He murmured softly, "Look at me."
"No- Aah...!" Tsurara suddenly moaned as Rikuo kissed the back of her exposed shoulder, surprising both of them.
Tsurara slammed her free hand against her lips in embarrassment while Rikuo smirked mischievously against her ear. "You seem to enjoy it, there's no reason for me to stop now, is there." He proceed to pulled off her Kimono but Tsurara quickly turned around and grabbed his hand.
"This kind of things... I-It's suppose to be something special for two people that are in love with each other," She stated, almost in tears, "and Rikuo-sama doesn't like me that way." Her words froze him, Rikuo's eyes slightly widen as he continued to stare down at her. "We're not in love, that's why..."
"Heh... Love you say..." Rikuo snarled. He yanked off his hand from her grip and got off the bed, his back facing her. "Love is nothing but delusional."
"Wh-What?" Tsurara sat up, tugging back her loosen Kimono over her shoulder.
"And do you know what's more pathetic than love? People who'd actually believed in it." He coldly said before walking off towards the bathroom.
Hurt and angry, Tsurara clenched her Kimono tight. How dare he? How dare he said those things and just walk off like that after he'd almost... She looked down, hiding the tears that were refusing to fall. "I hate you..." She muttered through her shaking voice, causing Rikuo to stopped at his tracks.
He clenched his hand into a fists, he knew she was crying, he made her cry, but that doesn't mean he should care, he wouldn't, he's not supposed to, not when she's that woman's daughter. Without giving her a glance, he mumbled, "Good." and walked off into the bathroom, slightly slamming the door behind him.
Tsurara got off the bed, not bothering to redress her loosen Kimono, she headed to the couch for her bag and took out a picture of her with her mother. Upon seeing the picture, Tsurara couldn't held in her tears anymore as they rolled down her cheeks against her will. "I'm sorry mom, I know I promised not to cry anymore but... I miss you so much..." She lied down weakly on the couch and curled up embracing the picture. "Why did you have to leave me alone in a place like this? I want to go home..." She closed her eyes. "Take me home... Mom..."
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Next Morning...
Tsurara moaned in agony as the sunlight touched her face, she could felt her eyes totally swollen from crying herself to sleep last night. With her eyes firmly closed, she moved to her side as she curled inside the warm blanket and snuggled her face against the soft pillow. Wait...
Warm blanket? Soft pillow? Wasn't I supposed to be on the couch?'
She opened her puffy eyes to meet the other empty side of the bed. Bed? She quickly sat up and looked around, she was alone in the room. Then something came in mind and she quickly looked down to her clothes, the Kimono wasn't as loosen as the way it was when she fell asleep on the couch last night, the Obi was even neatly tied. Did Rikuo-sama carried her to the bed last night? Most importantly, he didn't take advantage of her but instead helped her neat her clothes? She looked over to the couch and spotted a pillow on it and a Haori hung over the edged.
'Did Rikuo-sama slept on the couch last night? He didn't...sleep on his own bed? He actually let me the bed... But why? Even he didn't want to sleep on the bed with me because of the fight last night, he could've just left me there on the couch and sleep on the bed himself, but why did he...'
Her thought was cut off when she spotted a small card laying on an object on the nightstand beside the bed, she reached over and took the card, under it was actually a white colour cellphone. She read the card, which has the words 'If you break it I will not get you another' simply written on it.
"Haa?" Tsurara frowned, what does it mean anyway? Then something came in mind and she looked over to the phone. "Was he talking about the phone?" She took the phone and flipped open the cover, an unread message with the ID-name 'My Incredibly Handsome Husband' was showed on the screen. "What kind of name is that!?" Tsurara literally shout out loud, no doubt it was that certain someone who named himself that in her new given cellphone. She reminded herself to change it later and clicked open to read the message.
'So you're finally awake sleepy head. It's understandable since today is Sunday. Anyway, I have important things to do and probably won't be home till tonight.'
Tsurara pouted with a frown, "Hmph, trying to act like nothing happen last night? There's no way I will let it go just like that!" She huffed and continued reading the message.
'The maids will take care of the meals and we have a driver if you want to go out, but that doesn't mean you can use this as an advantage to run away because I have eyes watching you from every corner.'
She let out a light gasped and quickly hugged the blanket, turning her head side to side, up and down to look for those 'eyes'. Not discovering any, Tsurara turned back to her phone to continue reading the message again.
'Stop looking around like an idiot, I was just scarring you.'
Tsurara closed her eyes and clenched her teeth as her grip on the phone tighten. "That Rikuo-sama..." She inhaled heavily to calm herself before reading the rest of the message.
'But I will definitely know if you run away so don't bother trying. By the way, a couch is for relaxing, not sleeping. Who knows a small person like yourself would be that heavy.'
"Hea-Heavy!? That big meany Rikuo-samaaaaaaaaaa!" Tsurara literally screamed, the whole mansion shook and the birds on the roof instantly flew away in shock.
Another reason to hate and be mad at him...in Tsurara's perspective.
Meanwhile...
≥ The Hundred Tales Company ► Rikuo's Office ≤
Rikuo had just came back to his office with Kubinashi, Kejoro and Kurotabo after an urgent meeting earlier this morning. He sank into his chair tiredly rubbing his forehead as the others took their seats across the desk going through files from the previous meeting. He perked up in his seat and took out his cellphone, the same model as the one he gave Tsurara this morning save for his was black in colour. He flipped open the cover and an incoming message with the ID-name 'Yuki Onna' popped up at the same time, he decided to name her that after last night because her snow-white skin reminded him of one, and how she could stand the cold falling asleep on the couch without a blanket and with her thin-silk fabric Kimono loosen.
'WHO ARE YOU CALLING HEAVY!? Excuse me but nobody ask you to carry me to bed in the first place! Hmph! And you're the one who's been sleeping on the couch last night! Even though I'm the one that fell asleep on in... But it's still your fault for bullying me last night, big bully Rikuo-sama! blerrrrr'
Rikuo raised an eyebrow at the numbers of angry faces and stick-out-tongue faces in the message. "Really, how old is she?" He muttered to himself, a small smile twisted his lips unknowingly.
"It's Tsurara-chan, neh?" Kejoro's question pulled Rikuo's eyes away from his cellphone and looked at her.
"Ah? Yes..." He replied, putting his cellphone back into his pocket.
"How did you know?" Kubinashi asked Kejoro.
"Because Rikuo-sama was smiling like a dork after the message." Kejoro said with a smiley face.
"What?" Came Rikuo's surprised voice.
"Aah~ I see, I see." Kubinashi nodded with a smiley face like Kejoro's.
"O-Oi! You two!"
"Don't be mad, Rikuo-sama." Kurotabo said calmly. "I know it's Sunday today and you prefer to spend time with your little lovely wifey instead of being here but just bear with it for a bit longer." He then flashed the same smiley face as the other two's.
"Wha-?"
"That's right, the sooner we finish this the sooner you get to go home and see your little wifey. Okay?" stated Kubinashi.
"I-It's not like that at all!" Rikuo almost shouted. "Don't simply state stupid things, you three! As if you know everything!"
Suddenly, a Chibi form Kejoro popped up hanging onto Rikuo's right shoulder reminded, "But we do know, Rikuo-sama. We were there yesterday morning, remember?"
"Th-That's-"
A Chibi form Kubinashi suddenly popped out hanging onto the other shoulder said with a cheeky grin, "I think Rikuo-sama was too happy being with Tsurara-san last night that he forgot everything that happened before then."
"Wha-"
"Well that's understandable." A Chibi form Kurotabo popped out sitting on Rikuo's head nodded understandably.
"Enough!" Rikuo shouted, the vibration caused the three Chibis to bounce off Rikuo's shoulders and head. "None of what you three said are true! Nothing happen last night. okay."
"Whaaattttt?" The three Chibis jumped up to their feet in surprised.
"What do you mean nothing happen?" demanded chibi-Kejoro.
"It meant what it exactly meant." Rikuo replied, crossing his arms.
"But why? It's your wedding night, how come nothing happened?" chibi-Kubinashi asked.
"Nothing happened because..." Rikuo looked away. "She hates me."
"Tsurara-san hates you?" chibi-Kurotabo questioned, not sounding surprised at all.
"She said so herself. Not that I care anyway." Rikuo said coolly as he gave a shrug, only to received doubtful, suspicious and unconvinced stares from the three Chibis. "Wh-What kind of look is that? Don't look at me that way!" He yelled pointing at them, which was ineffective.
"You must have done something to upset her." said chibi-Kubinashi.
"Something like...being all perverty on her." added chibi-Kejoro.
"Rikuo-sama must have taken things too fast last night." supplied chibi-Kurotabo.
"What the..." Rikuo's eyes slightly widen in surprised, then narrowed suspiciously as he demanded, "Were you three spying on us last night?"
"Hoh~~~~~~!" The three Chibis immediately pointed their chibi-index fingers at him in unison, as if they had right-handedly caught an act in crime.
"We knew it!" said chibi-Kurotabo.
"Just as we thought!" added chibi-Kubinashi.
"Like a hungry perverted wolf attacking a cute innocent bunny." supplied chibi-Kejoro in a familiar lecturer robe, pointing to the theater screen behind her that had suddenly appeared from nowhere with a picture of a wicked Rikuo in wolf ears and tail pouncing on a terrified bunny-Tsurara in tears.
"Isn't that robe mine?" asked chibi-Kubishi.
"What did you three just said about me?!" A red-face Rikuo roared in displeased and pointed to the picture demanding, "AND WHERE THE HECK DID THAT PICTURE COME FROM!?"
"I have to admit, Kejoro...that picture is disturbing..." commented a wide-eyed chibi-Kubinashi with three little sweat-drops on his head.
"...Where did you get that picture anyway...?" questioned chibi-Kurotabo with a huge sweat-drop on his head and the upper-half part of his face in a dark shade of purple-grey.
"Hehehh...It's a secret." Chibi-Kejoro replied with a cheeky wink and more sweat-drop appeared on the others' head.
On The Other Side...
≥ The Nura Mansion ≤
After brushing her teeth and a shower, Tsurara dressed into her white Furisode with a snowflake pattern along the hem and the bottom of the sleeves, and of course along with her precious scarf. She headed downstairs to the dinning room and was greeted by Reira who just came out from the kitchen.
"Good morning Tsurara-san, would you like some breakfast?"
"Reira-san, good morning!" Tsurara greeted back with her usual cheery smile. "Yes, I'd like some breakfast please."
"What would you like to eat?" Reira asked.
"Hmm..." Tsurara placed her index-finger against her chin as she pondered, then she asked, "What does Rikuo-sama usually have for breakfast?"
"Rikuo-sama doesn't eat breakfast, Tsurara-san."
"What? Really?"
"Mm. He only drinks coffee in the morning."
"Only coffee? That's not healthy."
"He doesn't like to have breakfast."
"I see... In that case, can I go have a look in the kitchen?" Tsurara asked.
Reira gave a bright smile. "Of course, Tsurara-san. You're the mistress of this house after all."
"Ow..yea..." Tsurara scratched her head as she smiled awkwardly. "I forgot..."
That day, Tsurara had spend her morning inside the kitchen learning recipes and cooking techniques from the head-butler Awashima, who Tsurara thought looked kinda like a woman at first sight. Though Tsurara already knew how to cook from a young age, she never cook anything as fancy before and because of both their easy-going personalities the two got along very quickly. Then, in the afternoon after lunch, she helped Reira with some of her chores. Even when Reira told her not to, still Tsurara insist on helping and they would chat almost about anything while working. Tsurara noticed how Reira would always change topics whenever their conversations came to Rikuo's parents, but she eventually shrugged it off since Tsurara doesn't like to force anyone into telling or doing something against their will.
As friendly as always, Tsurara would greet and talk with the servants that she'd come across that day, most of them were surprised that their new mistress would approached them just for a small talk or offer to help them with their work, but they didn't dislike it at all and instead they like her friendly nature and appreciate her modesty, especially Aotabo who found her amusing instead of annoying when she kept asking him to teach her some defense techniques that she could learn, which he politely declined and said he would ask for their master's permission first, much to Tsurara's dismay. Another reason for her to hate and be mad with Rikuo.
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Later That Night...
≥ Master Bedroom ≤
After dinner, Rikuo came back from work and found Tsuarara reading a book on the bed in their room. "What are you reading?" He asked, closing the door behind him.
"Hn?" Tsurara popped her head up from her book and smiled brightly after seeing it was her husband. "Rikuo-sama, welcome home! I'm reading a-" She abruptly stopped as she remembered she was supposed to be mad at him for last night, and this morning, and this evening... "Ah..I-I mean, it's none of your business..." She coldly said and went back to reading her book. "H-Hey!" She squeaked in protest when Rikuo suddenly grabbed the book from her.
"You could read it tomorrow." Rikuo said with his usual calm, silk voice. "It's late, you should go to bed."
"Y-You can't tell me what to do! Gimme back my book." Tsurara retorted as she reached out to grab her book but Rikuo held it high from her reach.
"Yes I can, I'm your husband." He said naturally. "Now go to sleep, you have school tomorrow."
"You may be my husband, but you're not my mother. Blerrr~" She stuck out her tongue at him like a child, Rikuo eyes widen in surprise, never in his life has anyone dared to do that to him!
"Oi!"
"Hmph!" Tsurara childishly huffed and buried herself under the blanket, ignoring him.
"Tsurara!" Rikuo called out but she continued to ignore him.
"Tsurara! Oi!"
No response...
"Tsurara!"
Still no response...
"Tsk..." Rikuo grunted through his tight clenched teeth, do all wives do that when they had a fight with their husbands? Most importantly, do all husbands felt the same as he's feeling right now? Heck he's not even sure what he's exactly feeling! Angry? Ignored? Lost? Why was he feeling this way anyway!? Though one thing's certain for sure, no way he's going to let her ignore him like that! "Oi, TSURARA!" He yelled out of frustration, but almost winced when Tsurara suddenly kicked off the blanket and sat up right away.
"WHAT?" She asked in annoyance, almost glaring at him.
Rikuo was stunned for a moment, his brain suddenly in blank. He didn't think she would come out from there so soon. Most of all, he really didn't know what to say if she really came out, which she did. He just didn't want her to ignore him like that. At a loss for words, Rikuo just stared at her, not even realizing his mouth was half opened the whole time.
"What is it?" Tsurara asked again, trying to sound mad as she tried to keep her glare, which is a bit hard when he's staring at her like that.
Her question snapped Rikuo out from his trance. He tried to keep his cool as he search for something smart to retort but ended up awkwardly blurting something out that surprised himself more then Tsurara, "Do you...want a good night kiss...?"
'WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST SAID!?'
"Wh-What?" Tsurara looked at him wide-eyed and her cheeks slightly turned into shades of pink.
"Nothing..." Rikuo quickly and calmly said, trying to sound like his usual cool self as he turned and left for the bathroom, leaving Tsurara staring dumbfounded from the bed.
≥ Bathroom ≤
Closing the bathroom door behind him, Rikuo leaned backwards against it as he slammed the back of his right hand against his mouth, staring out into space. What the heck just happened? He has never loose his cool in front of anybody before and yet she just did it to him without even trying, just like that!
'Tsurara Oikawa, just who- What are you?'
Suddenly, Rikuo let out an almost creepy laugh as his hand went up to rest on his eyes. "I guess this is what I'm suppose to expect from that woman's daughter..." He muttered, the smile on his face faded almost immediately. "Is this what that woman did to you too...father...?"
CHAPTER TWO_END
Again, I sincerely apologize for the super late update. And also, thank you lovely readers for reading my story, I hope you enjoyed it~ Hopefully this chapter isn't too disappointing...if you think it is then I apologize (T_T) Didn't mean to waste your precious time with my boring update on purpose...
As for the next chapter, I will try my best to update it as soon as possible. See you next chapie my awesome & lovely readers! TTFN^.^/ Feel free to review~