Guess who's back? That's right, it's good old InuApril! Sorry for the wait on the second chapter, but, in my defense (I always have a defense statement), I was trying to figure out what to call this next chapter…Hey, don't give me that look! Naming chapters is very important! I mean, "Chapter 2" is fine and all, but where's the pizzazz? Now, before I forget, here's a little reminder; I DON'T OWN NURARIHYON NO MAGO! But I like making Rikuo suffer. Now that the foreshadowing is done, let's get on with the story. Annnnnnd…BEGIN!

The bell rang, signaling the end of the period. Yes! Rikuo thought happily. Now I've only got…six more periods to go. Ah, no. So far, Rikuo had gotten through his first three periods without much difficulty, except for the average challenge of school. But that was to be expected. To be precise, the only youkai Rikuo had encountered all day were Yuki Onna and Ao. So far, so good. Things were looking pretty good for Rikuo.

The Third Heir had been ignoring his classes all morning. Something had been bothering him. Something that Night Rikuo had said. Sure, pawns were important. The young master had been the first to say that. But, there was a problem with Night Rikuo's plot. Even if a youkai was to appear right now, at this very moment, Rikuo's night form wouldn't be able to come out. He was called Night Rikuo after all. So, for around half the allotted time, Rikuo would be on his own anyway. Just like every other day.

So, here was the confusing bit. Why would Night Rikuo make a deal where there was only a fifty fifty chance of him winning? Sure, those were decent odds, but whenever Rikuo and Night Rikuo had strategized together, they had always agreed that fifty fifty was too low for them and too high for the opponent.

"Rikuo." Rikuo jumped, preparing for the worst. He turned around, his body taking a firm battling stance, then he quickly hid his fear, forcing his body to relax.

"Hi Tsurara!" he said cheerfully, hoping that his bodyguard hadn't noticed his unusual anxiety. Normally, he was relatively calm at school.

Oikawa stared at him curiously. A bead of sweat formed on Rikuo's brow. Finally, she asked, "You ready for lunch?" She held up the lunch Wakana had made for him.

Rikuo sighed with relief, then nodded. Lunch. Along with normal, human schoolwork, eating lunch with his friends was one of the most peaceful times of his day. They always ate alone, up on the roof of the school. To be honest, most of the kids in the group weren't even sure if that was allowed. But it was fun. And the view of Ukiyoe Town was magnificent. And sometimes, if you were lucky, a light breeze would wisp playfully around you, letting you know that all was peaceful in Tokyo.

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Today, when Rikuo and Tsurara finally arrived at the top of the roof, Rikuo knew that no playful wind would calm him today. Is it just a coincidence, or did Night Rikuo plan this?

Me, plan this? Now, how could I do this without knowing in advance that we would make this deal today? Hmmm, Rikuo? Oh, dominant personality? So much for the silence. Rikuo knew it was too good to be true.

Ha, ha, ha. You're so funny, Night Rikuo. But Rikuo didn't have time to make commentary in his head. He was quite preoccupied with the spectacle on the roof.

What had begun as a clear, bright day was now a storm that could contend with some of the greatest typhoons to ever hit Japan. Nothing had been on the weather charts at all, yet here it was. Rikuo could practically see the wind whirling around the roof. Suspicious, Rikuo widened his gaze, letting it cover the entire diameter of Ukiyoe Town. Just as he suspected, the roof was the only part being affected by the storm. He was almost positive that if he looked at the base of the school, it would be bright and sunny. Which could only mean one thing.

"Youkai!" Yuki Onna shouted, pointing at a silhouette in the center of the storm. She needn't have pointed it out. Rikuo could see it plainly. Before he could do anything else, he automatically checked to see if any of his fellow "Paranormal" troopers was in sight. Thankfully, it seemed that Yuki Onna and him were the only two up there.

Well, look who lucked out, Night Rikuo mused.

Be quiet, Rikuo snapped.

I believe you're missing something… Night Rikuo seemed to leave then, as much as he could leave anyway. How could he, seeing how he was inside Rikuo's mind.

There, standing in the doorway, mouth agape, was Kana Ienaga. Yuki Onna followed his gaze, then rolled her eyes. She was still in her human guise, so the girl wouldn't suspect anything…except for the demon within the wind. Yuki Onna walked over to Rikuo, keeping her eyes on the yokai. "Should I freeze her?" she whispered, leaning unnecessarily close to Rikuo. Kana's eyes were locked on the demon, so Yuki Onna didn't get the satisfaction of seeing her eyes bulge.

Rikuo started. "N-no!" he exclaimed, waving his hands in front of his face, trying to keep calm. "We can't do that, Yuki Onna!"

"So then, what should we do? We can't just let her see the demon! And the others are probably on the way up to the roof as well!" Yuki Onna's lips were in a pout. One of these days, she thought hopefully.

Rikuo didn't give it a second thought. "You go there and keep them safe, or at least in the building with everyone else. I'll keep this yokai busy. If you can, come back." Yuki Onna's mouth was already open to protest, but Rikuo pushed her toward Kana. "There's no time!" he shouted. He was sure he would be hearing about this later. Probably when he finally got to the main house. In the meantime, there was this yokai to deal with.

Yuki Onna bowed. "All right, Master." Rikuo frowned. He would definitely be hearing about this later. He turned his back on Yuki Onna and Kana, standing in between the demon in the wind and his two dearest friends.

He heard the door close before he drew his sword. After the first few encounters with yokai at school, Yuki Onna had insisted that he carry some sort of weapon. He had consented, but only if she did the sewing.

As it turned out, Yuki Onna could make a large profit as a seamstress. You could only see the hem in his pants if you knew what you were looking for. With a highly practiced motion, Rikuo grasped the cloth just below his pocket, turned it counterclockwise, and tugged. Out came a sharp, double edged sword with a wooden sheathe. It was lightweight, small, and most importantly, easy to hide. Only he and Yuki Onna knew about this. And Night Rikuo, of course.

"Stop now!" Rikuo called up, lowering his voice into that authoritative growl that he used during yokai meeting. "By order of the Nura Clan, rulers and protectors of this region, cease your wind and proceed away calmly! No harm will befall you if you simply leave now!"

"And why would I do that?" the figure asked. His voice was high-pitched, like that of an eight year old boy. As he came closer, almost as though he was floating, Rikuo could distinguish his features. He had long, brown hair, flowing this way and that in the wind. He had large, blue eyes, but in them, Rikuo could see the glint of pure evil. He hated that glint.

The figure was dressed in a school uniform, leading Rikuo to believe that he had been planning this moment at least since that morning, waiting to get him relatively alone. Ao had class during this time, and most demons considered Yuki Onna a minimal threat. Those demons usually didn't last long.

"The fun's just about to start!" the yokai cried. Suddenly, a blast of wind hit Rikuo right in the gut, just like a punch. Rikuo couldn't defend himself. There was no time, no object to strike. "Ha! You aren't that strong. Ah well, at least I, Kazeshima, will enjoy every last second of your useless life!"

Suddenly, the lunch bell rang, signaling the start of eating and massacre.