FIRST FIC! R+R please!
If I owned NuraMago, this WOULD have happened... (But the story, names and characters belong to Shiibashi Hiroshi)
This is a multichapter 'fluff piece' if you will. This particular chapter is completely of Tsurara-chan's point of view... ENJOY!
Chapter 1; Cherry Blossoms in the depths of Winter (Tsurara's POV)
"If you used your ice, we could get out of here" Rikuo-sama had said as he peered down at me. That hadn't even crossed my mind. I was too busy trying to calm my pounding heart; lest he might hear it.
"That's right…" I agreed, "We could get out really quickly…"
I certainly wasn't comfortable; something hard was poking me in the back, but I didn't want to leave. Rikuo-sama was just so close! It was intoxicating…
"But just for a little bit longer… can we stay like this?" I felt my lips move and form these words without me truly realizing it. Ahh, what did I just say?! I looked to Rikuo-sama's face still above me. A momentary look of shock past across his features, which was then replaced by an expression of passive determination. Was his face getting closer?
"R-Rikuo-sama?" I managed to splutter out; faces now inches apart. My mind goes blank.
Eh… My heart is pounding so hard the sound fills my ears…
Um… I close my eyes…
Our lips almost touch…
"Aotabou you absolute moron!" I yell without realizing it.
Everyone around me started and stared at me.
"Yuki-onna, what's wrong?" asked Keijourou nervously. Maybe she's lost it..? "What did Aotabou do?"
This time I jumped. I was in the kitchen, commissioned by Keijourou to dry the dishes; lest Wakana-sama breaks them all.
"Ah! Umm,,, nothing… nothing at all." I stammered, "I'm perfectly fine," I added as the surrounding yokai were giving me dubious looks, "See?" I tried to laugh it off; but all that came out was THE most unconvincing 'ha ha….haa' you'll ever hear.
"…Ok," piped up Natto-kozo, "what were we talking about again?"
"You mean Rikuo-sama's weird behavior?" asked Keijourou.
I almost let the plate I was drying slip from my hands; I held on for dear life.
"W-what weird behavior?" I was trying to sound nonchalant.
"He's locked himself in this room since returning from school." Answered Keijourou, "But he won't say what's bothering him."
"Maybe he's ill?" I suggested.
"Oh no~" sang Wakana-sama, "He's perfectly healthy~"
Everyone turned to her.
"Ahh~" she sighed, placing her hand lightly to her heart, "the wonders of youth. Such a magical time~" She smiled and turned to me, "Right, Yuki-onna?"
There was no stopping it this time. My treacherous plate was determined to give me away and landed on the floor with an all telling crash.
"Ah! Yuki-onna!" cried Keijourou.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so very sorry!" I apologized to everyone. I promptly collected the shards of broken china and scurried out the room.
The others returned to their dishes.
"I didn't know Yuki-onna could turn that red…" said Keijourou with a grin.
"Ahh~ Youth~~" sighed Wakana-sama again, "Oh!"
Another plate met the floor having slipped through Wakana-sama's giddy fingers.
"We're going to need more plates…" whispered Keijourou.
I threw myself onto my futon. I was blushing so furiously I felt almost feverish. I clutched my pillow.
"So Rikuo-sama has locked himself in his room… I wonder if he…"
'He' what..? He's… regretting it? Wishing it never happened? Thinking of ways to escape?! Wishing to never see me again?! Wishing it had been with Kana instead?!
STOP! I inwardly yelled. Dark and gloomy thoughts will get you nowhere, I chastised my worried heart. Yeah, but…
"I need some fresh air." I declared to my pillow. I drifted to my sliding door and gently opened it.
It was a glorious spring night, and it was still warm despite the sun having set hours ago.
Summer is definitely coming, I thought with a shudder. As a yuki-onna it was written in my genes to hate summer and all the heat it brings. But spring; I don't mind. A warm breeze brought with it the sweet smell of cherry blossoms from the tree that bloomed in the courtyard. I took in a deep breath. Rikuo-sama always sat in that tree; his kimono always had the faintest scent of the blossoms linger on them. It's my favourite scent…
I found myself drawn to the cherry tree. I stepped into my geta and wandered silently to the blooming tree.
I stood as quietly as a statue in front of the blossoming tree, Long, flowing branches covered in delicate pink blossoms surround me. They contrast beautifully with the dark, inky sky. I can't help it; my thoughts turn to Rikuo-sama.
Tears fill my eyes; I can't help it… I'm sorry… memories of everything Rikuo-sama had accomplished; everything we had done together... every time he saved me…
The breeze picks up again and makes the sweet boughs sway around me.
I can't help it… my head and heart are full… everything reminds me of him… my feelings will never change. I… I-!
"I can't help it… If it's not Rikuo-sama; it's no one," I whisper to the scattering blossoms, "I love you, Rikuo-sama."