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[18 OCT] [NURARIHYON NO MAGO] [ORDINARY MIRACLES]
Title: Ordinary Miracles
Day/Theme: 18th October 2010; that's magic too
Series: Nurarihyon no Mago
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Night!Rikuo, Tsurara, mentions others; implied Rikuo/Tsurara
Rating: G
Notes: No spoilers.
The ruckus in the Nura household was unmistakably one of the loudest it had seen in nearly a decade. Food was being consumed at an alarming pace, the alcohol seemed to be endless, horribly off-key singing rebounded off the walls and every once in a while the sound of something breaking could be heard.
All in all, it was a celebration befitting the ascension of the new head of the Nura Clan.
Rikuo sighed audibly, although as expected the gesture went unnoticed by the other occupants of the room. He couldn't deny them their fun, but really, the cleaning up tomorrow morning - or was it this morning? - was going to be a nightmare all on its own. Especially since most of them would be too hungover to be any help at all.
Letting out another sigh, the newly ordained Master of all Spirits got up and made his exit. As much as he was enjoying the festivities, a little peace and quiet would be more than welcome after hours of well wishes and merry-making. He was still young, after all, and he knew his limits - hot-blooded youkai form or not. Sliding the shoji door shut behind him and taking up his usual spot on the tree in the yard, Rikuo gazed at the star-filled sky and wondered just what his future had in store for him.
"Rikuo-sama! There you are!"
At the sound of his name, the boy looked down to find an all too familiar figure. The moment he laid eyes on her though, Rikuo got the nagging feeling that something was... off.
"Tsurara?" he started. "Is something wrong?"
His bodyguard shook her head vigorously. "Everything's fine, Rikuo-sama!" she announced a little too cheerily as she moved closer. "You worry too much about others but not enough about yourself, you know," she admonished while awkwardly climbing up the tree, alarming him even further. When she finally reached a branch that was level with his - he had to help pull her up the last stretch - the truth became crystal clear.
"Tsurara..." he asked warily as he eyed her incredibly flushed cheeks, "are you drunk?"
The girl in question frowned in concentration, although the effect came out more adorable than serious. "I don't know," she confessed. "Kejourou brought out what she called 'the celebrating stuff' and passed it around-" she let out a small hiccup, "-and... I can't remember."
Rikuo resisted the urge to facepalm. He was definitely going to have a word with the rest of his subordinates, especially Ao and Kuro - hadn't he told them to make sure things didn't get too out of hand? At this rate every meal tomorrow was going to consist of today's leftovers, considering this incident guaranteed the household's last sober cook was now far from it and was most likely going to be stuck in bed nursing a headache for a whole day. Yes, definitely leftovers. Maybe they could order something in...
"You know, Rikuo-sama..." Tsurara's voice brought him out of his mulling. "We're really proud of you. All of us have watched over you since the day you were born, and it has brought us great joy to see you succeed in following your father's footsteps." She looked up then, and despite the influence of the alcohol he could still see the devotion shining in her eyes. "We're honoured to serve you, Rikuo-sama."
The young head swallowed uneasily as he turned away. "I still have a long way to go before I can compare myself to my father or grandfather," he muttered, the memories of Kyoto still fresh in his mind.
"The day will come, Rikuo-sama," she responded immediately, causing him to lock gazes with her once more. "Have faith in yourself, like we do in you. We believe in you, Rikuo-sama, and I... I..." the girl trailed off as her eyes slid shut and she fell forward - as well as off - the branch she had been sitting precariously on.
"O-Oi!" It was only thanks in part to the fact that he was in his night form and that the branches they were both on were close enough that he managed to catch her and unceremoniously haul her into his lap. Sure enough, the alcohol had gotten to her and she was sound asleep. "I don't think I deserve your loyalty sometimes," he murmured to her unconcious form.
A loud familiar laugh drew his attention, and Rikuo looked down to find none other than Nurarihyon grinning at him. "Ran away from your own party, my silly grandson? You really are still a kid after all."
"Shut up, old man," he shot back half-heartedly. Come to think of it, his grandfather wouldn't have to worry about his meals tomorrow; he'd just waltz into someone else's home and eat their food...
"Oi."
Expecting another jab at his behaviour, the boy was surprised by the seriousness of the look that was being leveled at him. "They're all your subordinates now, Rikuo. Take care of them."
Rikuo let out yet another sigh as he shifted Tsurara so that she was leaning against his chest and loosely wrapped an arm around her waist, effectively making sure she couldn't fall. "I don't need you to tell me to do that," he replied, and he meant every last word.
Day/Theme: 18th October 2010; that's magic too
Series: Nurarihyon no Mago
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Night!Rikuo, Tsurara, mentions others; implied Rikuo/Tsurara
Rating: G
Notes: No spoilers.
The ruckus in the Nura household was unmistakably one of the loudest it had seen in nearly a decade. Food was being consumed at an alarming pace, the alcohol seemed to be endless, horribly off-key singing rebounded off the walls and every once in a while the sound of something breaking could be heard.
All in all, it was a celebration befitting the ascension of the new head of the Nura Clan.
Rikuo sighed audibly, although as expected the gesture went unnoticed by the other occupants of the room. He couldn't deny them their fun, but really, the cleaning up tomorrow morning - or was it this morning? - was going to be a nightmare all on its own. Especially since most of them would be too hungover to be any help at all.
Letting out another sigh, the newly ordained Master of all Spirits got up and made his exit. As much as he was enjoying the festivities, a little peace and quiet would be more than welcome after hours of well wishes and merry-making. He was still young, after all, and he knew his limits - hot-blooded youkai form or not. Sliding the shoji door shut behind him and taking up his usual spot on the tree in the yard, Rikuo gazed at the star-filled sky and wondered just what his future had in store for him.
"Rikuo-sama! There you are!"
At the sound of his name, the boy looked down to find an all too familiar figure. The moment he laid eyes on her though, Rikuo got the nagging feeling that something was... off.
"Tsurara?" he started. "Is something wrong?"
His bodyguard shook her head vigorously. "Everything's fine, Rikuo-sama!" she announced a little too cheerily as she moved closer. "You worry too much about others but not enough about yourself, you know," she admonished while awkwardly climbing up the tree, alarming him even further. When she finally reached a branch that was level with his - he had to help pull her up the last stretch - the truth became crystal clear.
"Tsurara..." he asked warily as he eyed her incredibly flushed cheeks, "are you drunk?"
The girl in question frowned in concentration, although the effect came out more adorable than serious. "I don't know," she confessed. "Kejourou brought out what she called 'the celebrating stuff' and passed it around-" she let out a small hiccup, "-and... I can't remember."
Rikuo resisted the urge to facepalm. He was definitely going to have a word with the rest of his subordinates, especially Ao and Kuro - hadn't he told them to make sure things didn't get too out of hand? At this rate every meal tomorrow was going to consist of today's leftovers, considering this incident guaranteed the household's last sober cook was now far from it and was most likely going to be stuck in bed nursing a headache for a whole day. Yes, definitely leftovers. Maybe they could order something in...
"You know, Rikuo-sama..." Tsurara's voice brought him out of his mulling. "We're really proud of you. All of us have watched over you since the day you were born, and it has brought us great joy to see you succeed in following your father's footsteps." She looked up then, and despite the influence of the alcohol he could still see the devotion shining in her eyes. "We're honoured to serve you, Rikuo-sama."
The young head swallowed uneasily as he turned away. "I still have a long way to go before I can compare myself to my father or grandfather," he muttered, the memories of Kyoto still fresh in his mind.
"The day will come, Rikuo-sama," she responded immediately, causing him to lock gazes with her once more. "Have faith in yourself, like we do in you. We believe in you, Rikuo-sama, and I... I..." the girl trailed off as her eyes slid shut and she fell forward - as well as off - the branch she had been sitting precariously on.
"O-Oi!" It was only thanks in part to the fact that he was in his night form and that the branches they were both on were close enough that he managed to catch her and unceremoniously haul her into his lap. Sure enough, the alcohol had gotten to her and she was sound asleep. "I don't think I deserve your loyalty sometimes," he murmured to her unconcious form.
A loud familiar laugh drew his attention, and Rikuo looked down to find none other than Nurarihyon grinning at him. "Ran away from your own party, my silly grandson? You really are still a kid after all."
"Shut up, old man," he shot back half-heartedly. Come to think of it, his grandfather wouldn't have to worry about his meals tomorrow; he'd just waltz into someone else's home and eat their food...
"Oi."
Expecting another jab at his behaviour, the boy was surprised by the seriousness of the look that was being leveled at him. "They're all your subordinates now, Rikuo. Take care of them."
Rikuo let out yet another sigh as he shifted Tsurara so that she was leaning against his chest and loosely wrapped an arm around her waist, effectively making sure she couldn't fall. "I don't need you to tell me to do that," he replied, and he meant every last word.