Blackout

Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Romance

Summary: They say that what you can block never really goes away, and honestly speaking, that statement couldn't be truer.

After a night of loneliness Tsurara finds herself drunk, and just as the saying "Drunk words are sober thoughts" Tsurara tells her master her feelings. When she's rejected something inside her snaps and the white road is once again revealed as the Yuki Onna curse takes another victim.

Episode 1: On A Drunk Night

Third Person Pov:

A girl clothed in white waved her master off along with a group of his closest confidents at her side, each one giving some kind of goodbye gesture.

"Goodbye master! Have fun!" She shouted.

"I will, bye!"

As the brown haired male disappeared out of the gate the girl sighed. "He's growing up." She mumbled. "He's already off on his first date."

"Somehow that sentence doesn't sound as nostalgic as it's supposed to be." The person who decided to speak was none other than Strike Team Leader Aotabo.

"Shut up! It is nostalgic!" The woman responded with a huff.

"No it isn't!"

"Yes it is!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

The two caused everyone around them to sweat drop at the childish display.

"Alright you two, that's enough arguing. Go find something else to occupy yourselves with." Easily falling into the role of "big brother" Kubinashi silenced the duo before gesturing to the house.

With a huff Tsurara walked into the house with her cheeks puffed up with air, while behind her Aotabo stayed with the others.

"I assume that you noticed." He stated.

"It was impossible not to notice." Kubinashi replied.

Tsurara had always been good at hiding her emotions, but after knowing her for so long the subtle things that she did when she was hiding something because obvious.

"That poor girl, she stays by his side doing all she can despite how her heart breaks. It makes me cry on the inside, her heart must be tearing her up." The person who spoke was Kejoro who stared in the direction that Tsurara had gone earlier.

None of the males dared comment, she'd summed up their thoughts quite well, and there was nothing especially good that anyone could say on the situation.

"Let's go inside, it's getting chilly."

The group walked into the house, each person's thoughts taking a new turn.

-With Tsurara-

The white clad yokai sat inside her room watching an action movie that had just come on. She hadn't bothered to look at the title nor synopsis as her thoughts fell back to Rikuo.

She heaved a sigh. She loved the third heir, but she couldn't have him because of the human girls who he'd been chasing.

"Damn those two." She mumbled with a frown.

Yura and Kana were the names of the people who turned her smile upside down. The two had been competing with her and eachother for the title of Rikuo's girlfriend. She put up a good fight, but eventually was dropped from consideration as the girls started to grow.

As they grew into their more womanly bodies, they also grew more and more into Rikuo's section of attraction. Power, grace, kindness, and humanism called to a Nura man like nothing else, and while she had the girls beat in personality and body, she wasn't human.

Flinching at the thought of what she could never be Tsurara stood up and walked into the kitchen.

"When in doubt Alcohol it out." She mumbled.

After finding the sake she journeyed back to her room where she sat five of her six bottles down. Unscrewing the cap with gentle but firm hands, the opening was on her lips mere seconds later.

As the sound of her guzzling the drink echoed throughout the room Tsurara could feel herself losing control of her body, and she liked it. She felt numb and completely in control as she stood on what she thought was the drunk version of the world.

It was one hour later when all six bottles were drank free of every single drop of liquid.

"Stupid girls!" Tsurara shouted drunkenly as she walked down the hallway. "They stole the master from me."

The Yuki Onna wobbled on her feet as she made her way to the Sakura tree where Rikuo went during the night.

"It's not fair." She whimpered in a dramatic (and drunken) way. I was here first not them!"

She fell against the tree, managing to scrape herself due to the impact. "Oops, I hurt myself." She giggled stupidly.

"Tsurara? What's up with you? Are you drunk?" The concerned voice of her master found its way to her ears as he appeared from….somewhere. She didn't know, not that she cared. Drunk people didn't care where people appeared from as long as they joined the party!

"I'm not-" Tsurara hiccupped. "Drunk."

"I think you are." The yokai version of Rikuo stated as he picked up his subordinate.

"Put me down!" She shouted as she hit him what she thought to be hard, when in reality it was a soft tap.

"I won't." The other replied.

"Put me down! This is what made me do this in the first place!" She hiccupped before continuing. "You giving me false hope."

"I've never done that to you."

"You always do. Your smiles, your laughs, your personality, and your little quirks, I know them all! But then they came and all of a sudden your special smiles weren't for me anymore. You don't have time for me because all you care about is equality and Yura and Kana."

Rikuo straightened out the drunken rant in his head before sighing and preparing a reply.

"I'm sorry if you feel that way but-"

"It's not just a feeling!" He was interrupted by the drunk snow woman. "I love you and watching you do such things with other girls pains me."

Rikuo placed the Yuki Onna on her bed in her room before he sighed. "I'm sorry Tsurara, but I don't love you. I only see you as a sister." Seeing that she was going to be alright where she was he turned and walked out of the room leaving the girl alone.

As he left Tsurara to her own devices the girl allowed herself to succumb to unconsciousness, his words ringing through her head.

Okay it's horrible but hey, it's my first Nurarihyon fanfic, I need to find my flow for this anime.

But anyways, thanks for reading and be sure to leave a review. ^.^

~Bye