#rikutsu

“Did you enjoy your dalliance with my daughter?”

His face shifted, and Setsura’s laugh tinkled throughout the room. “I believe that is a definite yes. I am not surprised. My daughter excels in many things.” The warm pride emanating from this cold, beautiful woman surprised him even more.

Her fingers reached out to stroke his jaw, then captured it in a firm grip. “Don’t hesitate to think about that night for the rest of your life. Don’t be concerned if she appears in your dreams. Because last night will be the only taste of her you will ever have, savor it as much as you’d like.”

Those haunting red eyes bore into him until he smirked. Tsurara’s eyes had been a glint of gold, flashing in pure delight as he pleasured her and she deigned to return the favor. 

“Didn’t my grandpa tell you? Never try to tell a Nura what we cannot have.”

It was hard to tell whether his answer displeased her. She released his chin and took another deep drag of her pipe. Only when most of the smoke cleared her mouth did she respond. “You Nura men are insolent to your core. Salacious and impudent, the lot of you.”

“I doubt you had your daughter seduce me into your presence just to insult me. What do you want, Setsura?”

The lady sighed. “There has been a problem lately with my territory.”

When he didn’t respond, she continued. “Some upstarts are being much more assertive than usual in trying to take over my establishments. I have trusted sources that tell me it is not your men. However, those same sources tell me you have been dealing with the same problem.”

Pairing: Tsurara x Rikuo (Nurarihyon no Mago)

A/N: Wakana’s perspective in Ch 197. This one’s for the NuraMago fandom. Hope this helps :)

Wakana watched the scene on the Nura yard with a smile. The yokais were getting live footage of her son, Rikuo, battling in Kyoto from a floating eyeball. Though she was constantly worried for her son's safety, she had to have absolute faith in him and trust that he'll come back from his many battles alive. Becoming a part of a yakuza family isn't for the faint-hearted, after all.

The little ones had apparently seen an old enemy named Tsuchigomo on the screen and became terrified. This Tsuchigomo fellow must have been a tough one, she thought. Then a voice rang among the chaos, loud and crystal clear. “You mustn't panic everyone!"

"Yuki onna?!"

"Please believe in Rikuo-sama. If we waver, how can we make this place to which he can return? In order to follow Rikuo-sama's will, we will make this place a support pillar of the yokai world!"

This was what made Wakana smile. With just her words, she was able to calm the yokais and strengthened their fear. This wasn't the first time the yuki onna showed her unwavering faith for Rikuo. She was strong at heart and very devoted. There wasn't a single hint of doubt in her. Wakana could see why Rikuo trusted her the most among his subordinates. As his mother, she was glad that someone like Tsurara was by Rikuo's side.

So Wakana thanked her. "Thank you, Tsurara-chan. You really have faith in Rikuo. I think that would definitely make him happy too."

At this, the pale yuki onna blushed. "As Rikuo-sama's most trusted aide, this is the only way I could be of use so..." she trailed off. Ah, it seemed like getting left behind by Rikuo really bummed her after all.

She looked at the young girl in front of her. She could see disappointment for not being able to assist her master firsthand in Kyoto. She could see worry for Rikuo's safety and yet despite that, there was trust in him and faith that he will come back. Beyond all these though, Wakana could see something else: love. She went through the same thing back when she was young after all so she knew the symptoms.

Whether Tsurara was aware of her feelings or not, Wakana couldn't tell. The girl was much too cute for her own good that Wakana couldn't help but tease her.

"Hmm...Don't worry. He'll definitely come back..."

"Yes!"

"...to see Tsurara-chan's smiling face." Wakana finished.

The yuki onna paused, then blushed, before she reacted. "Eeeh?! I-is that so?"

"He hasn't actually said that but it's probably true?" Wakana replied teasingly and laughed at Tsurara and Zen's banter.

Truthfully, she actually liked being called 'mother' by Tsurara. If it's her, then Rikuo will be okay.

To make up for her teases, Wakana gave Tsurara something true. “But you know, lately...Rikuo has seemed very happy."

Wakana recalled the times when Rikuo asked for his aide's company in almost every one of his outings, his worry for her during Shiwasu, his apparent closeness with her, the growing protectiveness, the swift but frequent glances and the soft smiles. Wakana saw all that. And she was sure that it won't take long for her son to make a move. Though less bold, he was still very much like his father.

The pale girl smiled softly and nodded. "Yes." She was happy to know that her master was happy. Eventhough Wakana meant something different, she let it slide. She'll have to leave it all to fate...and Rikuo.

He barely sat up before his chest and neck felt the lightest kiss of steel.

“Ah,” he said, gaze turned downwards. A small smirk turned up the corner of his mouth. “I was wondering if you would ever wake up, Tsurara.”

She tugged the short blade closer. Her front was plastered tightly to his back, her arms wrapped around his shoulders and chest in what would have been a loving embrace if not for the short sword caging his body.

“Just a moment, Lord Rikuo.”

He idly lifted a finger to swipe across the blade, then let out a low whistle. “Your mistress spares no expense. How much is she offering for my head this time?”

“She doesn’t want you dead. Just willing to talk.”

He chuckled and let his other hand stroke a swathe of the softness of her leg. “I’m willing to do just about anything for another night between your thighs.”

He was shoved off the bed. “How dare you!”

With a twist of his legs he was upright, drawing his own short sword from the inside of his discarded upper robe. Her face was a mix of emotions-- embarrassment from his words, dismay at her carelessness, determination to keep him hostage for her mistress.

“I knew who you were the moment you tried luring me with a flick of your hand. You and your mother both have the same habit of enticing men.” His smirk widened at her scandalized features. “Though I’m willing to wager that your method of bedding is far superior.”

Even when I was a snot-nosed kid...I always knew it would be you.

“Master Rikuo, is something wrong?”

He blinked, slowly, to hide his start at her sudden inquiry. As usual, his heart sped up at the mere sound of her voice.

“It...nothing.” He tried not to flush as he fully turned to face her across the table. “I was just thnking about something, Tsurara.”

Tsurara frowned in slight suspicion. “Young Master, you know your grandfather wants you to focus on your studies.”

“You know that’s not true. The old man is probably wondering why I haven’t escaped you yet.”

She colored a bit, and he couldn’t help how his eyes greedily feasted on such a cute expression.

“Well, that may be true...”she admitted, then regained her determination. “But he still wants to make sure you grow into a strong heir!”

His eye involuntarily twitched at her choice in words. “I’m already grown, Tsurara.”

Tsurara giggled, hiding her mouth behind the sleeve of her furisode. “You’re 16, Young Master. You still have room to grow into a fine heir.”

Something in his heart tumbled at those words. He stared at his maidservant and tutor, his closest confidante besides Zen. He wanted to find a way to make her understand, but his voice stuck in his throat.

Even the way she blinked at him in confusion made his heart thump. “Young Master?”

He swallowed. “Tsurara...when will I be a man...in your eyes?” As if on its own accord, his hand moved to cover hers.

Rikuo x Tsurara (Nurarihyon no Mago)

SasuSaku (Naruto) this was the BIGGEST ship and ... finally it´s canon <3