Target 13: Fuyuko – In which a Yuki Onna showed up in the doorsteps of the Nura Clan once again.
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A loud clamor from the gates caused the two slumbering Tri-ni-Sette Skies to wake up from afternoon nap. Rikuo sleepily sat up, his amber eyes blinking rapidly as if it would help in clearing his muddled thoughts and sleepiness away.
Byakuran didn't even stir at the loud noise coming from outside. Instead, he snuggles closer to Rikuo and continues to sleep. He only lets out a loud groan of despair when the commotion increase severely in volume to the point where they can hear Yuki Onna shouting about something.
"Why can't they be quiet for once?" The Mare Sky groggily complains, eyes barely opens he debates whether to rise up or drag Rikuo back to the bed for another round of cuddles and sleep.
Rikuo made a sound of disdain while looking into the mirror to make sure that he looks presentable (and no weird bedhead that made him look like Tsuna) before going outside to check up on what caused everyone to make such a loud commotion.
"Why can't you behave for once?" Rikuo halfheartedly retorts.
"Why," Byakuran dramatically gasp. "I'm always well behaved!"
Rikuo throws the albino a stare that conveys his full disbelief at the statement and then proceeds to slide the door of his bedroom open. Looking over his shoulder and be treated at the sight of his friend still lying on the futon, the brunet asks.
"Well? Are you coming with me to check on that ruckus?"
Byakuran hums, considers the question with a serious look on his face before he nods. Decision made, the boy carelessly stands up and follows after Rikuo; not caring about his messy hair.
I wonder what made this boisterous group become noisier, Byakuran muses as he hears the confused murmurs and whispers about Yuki Onnas. It must be something interesting.
As the two children reach the gate, the two boys pauses on their tracks the moment they felt sky flames pulsing in amusement and love. A very familiar sky flames; the two children shared glances and with a determined glint in their eyes- rushes forward to the gate.
Byakuran looks forward to seeing her once again. Tsuna didn't know what happened to their other sky counterpart but he did. Even now, Byakuran wants nothing more than to Avenge her; wants nothing more than to see the blood of that bastard that one eyed ungrateful wolf child spilt.
The two Skies came to a stop at the sight of almost all of the yōkai currently present in the manor gathering around, forming a large crowd and circle. Rikuo searches for the tall figure of his father and his signature green and black stripped kimono. He spotted him at the center of the encirclement watching Tsurara (who was fretting over someone) in amusement.
"Otou-chan!" Rikuo loudly calls out. The yōkai near him automatically made way as they see their Second and First Head turn their gazes on the child.
The two skies, both brimming with curiosity and excitement, quickly rushes forward to the center. Their sight fell on a small little girl with white hair and sparkling inhumane blue eyes with several rings inside it.
They both gape.
"Uni?" The name stumbles out of the two children's lips- one full of surprise while the other was full of delight and joy.
Everyone fell silent as they shared glances with each other while watching the situation play out in front of them. Is this Yuki Onna, Tsurara's little sister, another one of their heir's friends from his past life?
They can already see the pattern for this. How was it that their heir finds his friends at their clan's doorsteps?
The owner of those blue eyes beams in happiness at the sight of her two brothers. "Byakuran!" She calls out to the albino, a sad and apologetic smile on her lips as she thinks of what kind of burden the other sky carries upon knowing her demise. Uni ignores those vision she had before that happened. Visions of her brother older and frailer sleeping most of the time as he indulge himself in dreams and illusions of the past, of her brother crying out upon receiving the news. She knew it would happen the moment she reaches her hand out for that poor boy to take- still, Uni didn't regret it. What she regrets was that her decision hurt and killed the people around her.
She turns to see the young heir of the Nura Clan staring at her with wide eyes and Uni smiles gently at the stunned boy. "Nii-chan!" She beams brightly, happy to see her brother again.
"It's been a long time… ne?"
Byakuran snaps out of his thoughts at those words. He rushes forward, becoming a white blur in the eyes of the curious crowd, to hug the little girl dressed in white kimono with embroidered black lily flowers at the helm and bottom of her sleeves.
Rikuo stands still, staring blankly at the sight of the two albino hugging each other. The boy hesitates for a while, glancing at the spectators before throwing caution to the wind and joined in. They probably already guessed we know each other anyway. He thinks to himself as he hugs his little sister tighter.
Seeing three small children cuddling before them made Wakana (who also went out to see what the commotion was all about) cooed at the heart fluttering sight.
The former Mafia princess ignores the names mentioned by the children. She already played oblivious at Byakuran's name and his likeliness to the man who he shared his name with. Wakana would also do the same with Uni. Uni and Byakuran, the names of the two Skies who followed after her grandfather after his death. The three Great Skies of the Tri-Ni-Sette, forever together and bonded in ways no one could understand. With these two children's presences, Wanaka doesn't dare think of the implication of who her son is.
"Uni-chan," The crowd suddenly hears Byakuran calls out, voice a little weak. "Why are you so cold?"
Rikuo snorts in response to the boy's question. "Bya-kun is so silly. Can't you see that she's a Yuki Onna?" Their heir steps backward, letting go of the smiling little girl.
Byakuran pauses a bit, processing the words of his fellow Sky. "What?" Letting go of Uni, Byakuran gave the two smiling children a look of dismay and despair.
Rihan tenses, dread pooling at the pit of his stomach as he cautiously watch the human's expression. Don't tell me he can't accept the fact that his friend turned out to be a full blooded yōkai? The man thought as he readies himself to intervene should the situation call for it. He remembers the fearful looks, the hatred and distrust in people's eyes to anything they found that isn't normal
"It's not fair!" The boy blurts out, sounding jealous of all things. "Why do you both have yōkai blood-even if you only have a quarter Ri-chan, and then I'm a human?" The boy complains dramatically.
Rihan relaxes, tension giving way to exasperation at the sight of the albino pouting at the two children. So it was like that, he thought. The boy isn't averse to knowing that his two friends aren't fully human- it's that he doesn't like that he's the odd one out of the three. He sees Rikuo and Uni sharing a glance with each other; blue eyes filled with amusement while amber eyes are filled with exasperation.
"Should I go and get myself killed? Maybe I'll get reborn into an ayakashi next life." Byakuran muses to himself, a contemplative glint in his eyes.
Hearing the insane musings of their friend, the two mostly sane Skies stares flatly at their brother. And then, the two smiles with their eyes closed while their lips perk up into a bright cheery smile.
Several fainthearted yōkai took a step back as that smile revealed itself- a memory of a furious Yohime coming into mind. Several of them shared looks with each other. Was that scary and dark aura surrounding them a figment of their imagination?
"Byakuran, no."
...…
After they settled down and were ushered into the receiving room, the First and Second Supreme Commander looks at the three children huddling together thoughtfully. Beside them, Tsurara fiddles at the sleeves of her kimono as she watches her usually reserved and polite little sister cling to Rikuo's sleeve with a tight grip, her blue eyes filled focused on the boy's figure with an intensity that surprises Tsurara; it was as if she was expecting the boy to disappear and crumble like a fragile broken glass.
Fuyuko… what are you hiding from us? The worried older sister thought as she thinks of her little sister, an unexpected surprise but still welcomed. Tsurara thinks of the time she went back home; how shocked she was to find a little girl waiting for her, a bright gentle smile on her face as she utters the word that defined their relationship.
Tsurara loves her sister with all her heart. Loves the little girl that would often times look wiser and older than she is, loves that little girl who knows things and events that came to be- as if she can see the future, loves that sister who would cling to her whenever she visited home.
And so, even when her sister came here and looks closer to the young master that Tsurara was ordered to look after, she didn't find it in her heart to feel that jealousy that she imagined feeling if her mother sent her sister down the mountains like Setsura did to her.
"Nurarihyon-sama, Rihan-sama," Her little sister greets, breaking the stilted and oppressive silence. A familiar reserved smile on her lips as she meets the two men's gazes head on. And then, her smile turns gentle and sweet as she turns to face the young master.
"Rikuo-sama." She calls out lightly, tone full of adoration and respect towards the boy.
"My apologies for showing up unannounced and for also causing a commotion at the gates." Politely, the white haired girl bows her head to perform a dogeza.
The two children sitting beside her turns to look at each other after seeing her movements, their lips pursed up into a displeased frown. And yet, they didn't make any move to stop or protest the girl's action- no matter how much they disapproved and thinks it was unnecessary.
Nurarihyon raises an eyebrow in surprise at the show of etiquette and diplomacy the young Yuki Onna shows and at the self-control and awareness the two young boy shows. It seems, no matter how tactless and reckless these two children are at normal situations… They can still be trusted to know what to do and how to act when the situation calls for it.
"We don't mind your unexpected appearance," Rihan speaks after a few beats of silence, gaze flitting between the three children before him who showed an uncanny calm in this situation and a worried Tsurara who keeps stealing glances of her little sister from where she sat.
"We would like to know why you came here though, little Yuki Onna." His stare settles on the young girl who looks around the age of four, so small and young that Rihan wonders if Setsura even knows of her youngest daughter's descent from the mountains.
Rihan doubts that his onee-san knows though- especially when the little girl straightens up with a sheepish smile on her lips. He recognizes that look on her face as the one the two children besides her has whenever they were caught in the middle of doing something they shouldn't be doing- or were in middle of doing something that would cause major Trouble and Chaos for anyone involved.
"I," The little girl hesitates for a moment as she glances at her older sister and then continues on. "I was actually planning on dropping by to see Tsurara-nee one last time."
Uni guiltily peeks at her sister's reaction, and seeing her usually pure (pure and untainted like snow, an older sister that Uni still can't believe she's related to her. Tsurara-nee's too good for the world, too good for Uni whose hands were covered in sin and blood) and elegant older sister gaping at her. A stab of guilt hits her heart.
Uni didn't dare tell or show her mother and sister that she remembers living a lifetime as someone that isn't Fuyuko. She didn't dare to tell them both that she plans to leave and never come back in search of her Siblings and Family- in search of the bonds that kept her sane and whole from the knowledge of knowing everything that would happen.
She wants so so badly to look into the future; to try and glean out clues of where her Tsu-nii and Bya-kun were or if she was lucky, find out where they are. But something else always shows up in her visions. Blood. Conflicts reminiscent to those fights her Tsu-nii had when he was still a teen. Of many faces that are somewhat familiar- as if Uni was supposed to know them. A pale long haired teenager wearing a black sailor fuku with many tails. Of a black haired man covered in blood, a sword wedge in his chest- right where his heart is. Of a young boy staring wide eyed as his father dies before him-)
She blinks and then smiles brightly at Rihan who eerily resembles the man who died in her vision and then continues on with her explanation.
"Before I would go and wander around, searching for friends of old." Pausing a bit, Uni takes in the thoughtful look of Nurarihyon, the surprise glint in Rihan's eyes and the dazed and hurt look from her sister.
"However," With a grin, she glances to her brothers. "It seems that there is no need for that grand adventure as the ones I seek are already here." She cheekily adds, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Nurarihyon hums contemplatively, a seed of doubt sprouting at how the three children seems to remember their past life. As the saying goes: once is luck, twice is a coincidence and thrice is a pattern. Nurarihyon would bet with his life that something is a foot with these children's reincarnation and that something made them retain the memories of their past life.
And he has an inkling that they know what made them remember their memories- or at least, Nurariyhon eyed the knowing glint in the young girl's eyes. Someone does. So, even when he knows that this question would be dodged somehow by the little girl (whose appearance belies the cunning she possess), the ayakashi still asks her.
"And how," He starts, his genial and grandfatherly façade fading and his sharp nature coming into view. "Can you even tell that the ones you met are your old friends?"
The room fell silent as they process his question- heavy and loaded for the three children. Setsura's second and youngest daughter (so different from her mother and older sister) pauses as she looks at him as sees the question as it was- an act of declaring his want to know of his grandson's past and to know if he could trust her and Byakuran.
The girl broke eye contact first, a thoughtful glint in her eyes as she turns her gaze onto the two boys; her lips forming a fond smile.
His grandson, however, didn't seem to notice the girl's gaze. Instead, he turns his glowing amber eyes (it must be the lighting. Their bloodline doesn't include anything resembling to flames or fire after all) to meet Nurarihyon's gaze.
The old man didn't let that burning stare bother him, or felt offended that his grandson would even consider him as a threat. Instead, the yōkai felt proud and relieved. Very good, he thought. This kid actually has a backbone (and it's probably made of steel- he notes as he noticed the resolve and strength in those eyes) with how he acts daily, Nurarihyon can't help but think that Rikuo is too soft and indulging to his subordinates. Too soft and kind to ever be the Third.
Byakuran (that ever playful impish human) has that serious expression on his face like the one he did when he defended Rikuo before Hitotsume. The permanent carefree glint in his eyes disappearing as it turns sharp, opening his mouth to respond to Nurarihyon's question; he closes it again as the young girl answers.
"Because, the three of us are tied by fate and a special bond." She answers with a finality and certainty in her voice that made everyone, aside from the now grinning boys, to raise their brows in surprise.
"We will always recognize one another- even if our faces and names changed. Even if we ourselves changed to the point where we would no longer recognize ourselves, we'll still be able to tell because we are one and the same." She pauses a bit, a small smile on her face.
They are one- they're Skies and the holders of the items that kept the world in balance. They carry the same weight and responsibilities on their shoulders, they are more than just brothers and sister. They are one, and Uni… Uni misses them so so much.
Nuarihyon raises an eyebrow in surprise upon hearing the conviction and resolution the young Yuki Onna's voice held. His lips curled up in a pensive smile as he notices the subtle nods the three children shared and the looks on their eyes.
He recognizes that look.
It was one full of understanding, of determination and resolve. It was the look of someone who understands and empathizes; someone who knew and went through the same plight, carried the same responsibility. It was the look that people have when they went through the same situation together and came out of it alive and whole.
"…Tsurara, prepare another room for our new resident." Rihan speaks up after perceiving the look of grudging approval in his father's eyes.
The four children perk up, processing his words. He watches as Tsurara lets out a soft relieved sigh and politely voiced her departure of the room to do as he orders. The young Yuki Onna on the other hand smiles softly while Byakuran lets out a laugh.
His son, however, eyes him and Nurarihyon analytically (with eyes far more knowing and understanding than it should) and spotting what he was looking for in their expressions- smiles happily.
Rihan smiles at the sight. He would do anything to see that smile and bright eyes. No matter what the future holds for them, Rihan would do anything to protect his family's happiness.
Especially, the hanyō thought to himself as he observes how Byakuran quickly turns to whisper something to the little Yuki Onna's ears, a teasing glint on his eyes and a mirthful smile on his face. If there is some sort of conspiracy with their reincarnation and how they remember their past life.
These friends of his son, no matter how weird and suspicious they are, made Rikuo happy. As that child's father, Rihan would do anything to ensure that Rikuo remains so. Even if he had to extend his protection and care for a human child (a human that should not have any connections nor involvement to world of spirits, yōkai and ayakashi) and now, had to open the doors of his Clan to another Yuki Onna.
Rihan wouldn't even bat an eyelid if the kid would bring in an onmyoji and claim him as his friend or say that said onmyoji is part of his Hyakki Yakō.) He would even support him and really, that would be an amazing sight to behold, the hanyō thought. An onmyoji being a part of that kid's Hyakki Yakō- maybe even Nurarihyon would laugh and voice his approval should such a thing happen.
It'll be an amusing sight, Rihan muses.
Had he knew of what the future has in store for them, Rihan would have at least a smudge of regret and hesitation for his choice. After all why, of all onmyoji for his son to befriend, did it turn out to be a very sadistic and vindictive one? (Some part of him felt jealous over their relationship. Rihan can see the respect, trust and love his boy has for the onmyoji.)
Although that little girl, the one who can summon Hagun, makes for a fine addition to his son's very very diversed Hyakki Yakō.
Hell, Rihan knows that whatever Rikuo would do, so long as it won't endanger or cripple the clan… Nurarihyon would also support it after some persuasions. No matter how strict and high that old man's expectations are towards his heirs, he would without a doubt set it aside for his beloved grandchild's smile. He dotes on Rikuo so much- even if he doesn't let it show.
Though, Rihan muses as he hears Rikuo let out a barely suppressed alarmed shriek from whatever it was Byakuran and the little girl said, if there's a time that Rikuo would reject being the heir… Heaven knows what kind of things his father would do to make the kid agree with the position. Rihan doubts that such a time would come though.
In retrospect, Rihan should have known that thinking of such things would be tempting fate. He can only watch on in dismay and helplessness as his child rejects and starts to show loathing towards yōkai's ways. Still, as a father, he finds comfort that his child would not step into a path where he has to fight, a path where he has a possibility of getting hurt.
It doesn't mean it doesn't hurt though. To see that flash of doubt and disdain upon his eyes when the child thinks they are up to no good once again.
...…
"By the way," Byakuran abruptly speaks up in middle of their card game with the yōkai (who dragged them into it the moment they see the trio walking by.) He looks up, shifting his gaze from his poor cars and to the smiling Sky Arcobaleno sitting across him.
"What's the name you're going by, Uni-chan?" He casually asks, dropping the bomb out of nowhere.
Rikuo, sitting next to Tsurara, sputters after hearing the question; the realization sets in that his sister's name wouldn't be Uni in this life. Rikuo curiously looks at the little Yuki Onna as well.
Their companions also halts, turning to look at Uni with wondering eyes as they assumed that the little Yuki Onna, their resident Yuki Onna's little sister, is named Uni as their heir and his friend keeps addressing her with the name. Some also perks their ears up, eager to more about their mysterious heir and his equally baffling friends.
Uni, being addressed, looks up from her cards. She giggles at the question while making sure to block the cards clutched in her hands from the wandering eyes of the yōkai sitting next to her.
"You finally asked me that," she points out, a bright and amused smile on her lips as she took note of the guilty looks the two have.
"My name is Fuyuko but Uni is also fine. I will answer to both names." She answers.
Rikuo hums thoughtfully before he nods, a serious expression on his face that made him look far older than he was supposed to.
"I understand," He answers back distractedly as he went back to looking at his cards, wondering what he should do with his current unlucky (for once) hand.
"I'm Nura Rikuo now though. I'm afraid that I won't be answering to the name of my past life." He adds thoughtlessly, not know that his words made their eavesdropper's imagination to run wild.
"I'd rather let the past go. After all, should anyone know of my rebirth…" He trails off as he thinks of what kind of reaction the Mafia and the Vongola Famiglia would have upon his current… predicament.
"They wouldn't let me go and live my life quietly if this comes out. And I prefer being here with my family."
Byakuran nods in agreement at Rikuo's words. "That's true!" He pipes in. "I also don't want to come back there again. I'll need to do some cover up though. After all, they still think that I'm currently missing and in the middle of going insane after Uni-chan's death."
"I need to fake my death it seems," He add sounding so thrilled that it made the eavesdroppers worry at the boy's mindset.
"This brings back memories- is this what you were feeling when you faked your death at that time, Ri-chan?" He muses, trying to change the subject the moment he notices the sharp and dark glint in his two friend's eyes.
The two mild tempered Skies purses their lips at the same time, their eyes staring at the albino severely. They didn't say anything as they stares at the boy before them.
Byakuran's easygoing façade cracks a little at the fierce and impassioned look Uni and Rikuo keeps sending him. Feeling their flames slowly rising up, the Mare Sky decides to spill before he ends up being the reason why the Vongola Sky can access his flames now.
An angry Uni, Bkakuran can survive after coaxing the little girl.
An angry Tsuna, Byakuran can get by after taking a beating or a punishment from the brunet.
An angry Uni and Tsuna at the same time? Byakuran doesn't dare to challenge the two Skies who ranked in the top 5 Mild Mannered Skies that are terrifying and violent when they get angry- or worse, furious.
"I'm not reincarnated." He starts explaining. "I just got deaged."
Perceiving the exasperated looks thrown his way from his two friends, the stunned gazes from the surrounding yōkai and the curious looks from Nurarihyon and Rihan, Byakuran shrugs his shoulder carelessly.
"It's true," He halfheartedly defends his statement. "I… was in a really bad shape when Uni-chan died- that was two years after your death, Ri-chan. Uni-chan's unexpected death hit me hard." He pauses at the sight of guilt and sadness flashing by his little sister's face and the dawning horror, denial and understanding on Tsuna Rikuo's eyes.
"A bit too hard." He corrects himself, a bitter smile on his lips. "That I started having some… unsettling thoughts." He didn't dare to elaborate more on his 'unsettling thoughts' not when he sees the pained look on his siblings' eyes- and the pity and admiration on the eyes of their eavesdroppers.
Byakuran continues to speak, wanting this load off his shoulders- even if he mixes in white lies in his story a little. Byakuran didn't dare tell his Siblings of the shameful things he did- of his descent to insanity as he indulges in memories of times long gone. He didn't dare tell them that he was this close to losing himself again. The only thing that chains and ground his mind was his bonds with his guardians and his siblings' words and wishes.
"And then, on the middle of my self-exile from everyone and everything, he showed up." Noticing the look of confusion on Rikuo's face and almost everyone aside from Uni (who looks as if she understands and knows who he is talking about,) Byakuran elaborates.
"Checkerface, Ri-chan." He didn't mention the Earthling's other name- because doing so would bring down Nurarihyon and Rihan to the immortal. And, as much as Byakuran appreciates the two men's concern and familial love they have for Tsuna, the Mare Sky didn't want them to interfere nor stick their noses in things that was best left aside.
Not when Tsuna still hasn't come to terms to this- not when Tsuna still didn't understand why he and everyone else was reborn. Byakuran would keep that knowledge (and hold on to those rings and pacifiers hidden in the study) to himself until his friends came into terms to it.
Byakuran has an inkling that it'll take years for Tsuna to accept it though. (He guesses right but the albino wasn't in the mood to crow and be smug about it- not when they were in the middle of a battle.)
"Ah," Rikuo nods his head in understanding, making a face as he did so upon thinking of the last Earthling. The last of his kind, the poor administrator who lost everything and was forced to carry the heavy responsibility of watching over the Tri-ni-Sette all on his own.
"He said that he can give me what I want. I thought that he would give me a way to time travel or even change things. But instead, when I took his hand… I woke up in this state." He bitterly motions to himself.
"I woke up with a body too young- too small and too weak to even access a spark of my strength." He didn't like it at all. To passing out from pain and waking up to see a young version of himself when he stares at the mirror, he didn't like that the Earthling had manipulated their fates- forcing them to take up the mantle and be the bearers of those items again.
"…I honestly don't know whether to admire your luck or not. Not everyone can get another chance to be young again after all." Rikuo jokingly adds after a moment of silence; he deliberately ignores his senses that screamed for him to ask about Uni's death and to ask the other if he knew the reason why they reincarnated.
He ignores it and focus more on the deaged part. Rikuo doesn't know how to react with the news that Byakuran would deliver. Most of all, Rikuo didn't want the Clan to see him rage- to see the consequences and aftermath of a Sky's rage.
He eyed the boy contemplatively before letting the albino's lies lay unearthed. After all, it wouldn't be good for his Clan to find out about the last Earthling and the Mafia in general- even though they are technically, a yakuza clan.
"And then? What happens next?" Uni cuts in, a sweet saccharine smile on her lips as she threw the Mare Sky a knowing look- already noticing the lies the boy speaks.
"What did Checkerface do after?"
Byakuran stiffens a bit, nervously eyeing the young girl. He can tell, after spending decades with the Sky Arcobaleno that she was angry with his white lies- and his decision of hiding things from Rikuo.
"He didn't appear to me after that," as Checkerface, Byakuran thought wryly. He drops in frequently enough as Uncle Kawahira though- to check up on the rings and pacifiers and to make sure that Byakuran didn't do anything that he shouldn't be doing.
"He probably thinks that I wouldn't be able to do anything in my current strength. He did kindly let my guardians know of my current state though- and Uncle Wonomichi stepped in to look after me- a poor defenseless child."
His aging guardians didn't take it gracefully (well, the ones that aren't dead yet Byakuran doubts that they would last after a year- they're already too old. Still Byakuran looks forward to finding them again)- aside from the ever youthful Deisy who still hasn't aged a bit at all- his flames and regeneration ability too strong that he seems to have a pseudo-immortal body. He misses teasing Bluebell and Torikabuto. He needs to find them- but he didn't know where to look. He'll leave it up to fate- or at least, after Uni is old enough to look into the future and find out their locations.
"Poor and defenseless is laying it a bit too thick," Rikuo pipes in. With a bright grin and a vindictive glint in his amber eyes, the boy casually adds.
"I think, the reason why Uncle Wonomichi volunteered to watch over you is so that you wouldn't do anything reckless and damaging to your body. Like sprouting your wings for example."
"You sprouted wing?" Uni parrots after Rikuo- focusing on the point where the brunet wants her grasp. Rikuo hides the smug smile breaking out upon feeling the docile Sky flames stirring.
Byakuran throws Rikuo a betrayed look and feels more wronged (and scared) when the albino catches sight of the heir's smug smile and evil glint on his eyes. The Mare Sky turns to explain to an irate Uni, trying to jump out of the pit his brother dug and gleefully pushed him in.
"Look Uni-chan, I was just flying out of the window-" He stops himself, realizing that his words came out wrongly.
The feeling intensified when Uni's smile drops as she repeats his words in horror.
"Out of the window?!"
Byakuran pales and then, deciding that retreating is a better option than facing a furious Uni and a vengeful Tsuna, forfeits the game and ran for his life.
"To go home! Uni-chan, Ri-chan, I remembered that I some chores to do. Bye Bye!" The boy rambles on and passing by Rihan and Nurarihyon, the Mare Sky waved at the two men in goodbye. "Uncle, Grandpa Nurarihyon! Ihavetoleaveeeee-"
He bolts out of the room as soon as he saw several sharp icicles heading his way.
"Byakuran!" For once, the Nura Clan didn't hear the usual voice that shouts out the name of the trickster from their outraged heir; instead, the shout came from a very pissed off Yuki Onna (they all unanimously decided to never try angering Tsurara's little sister- the girl took after her mother in the case of using violence when she got embarrassed or angry.)
They only watch on with wide eyes as the young girl abandons her cards as well and rushes out in anger to chase after the surprisingly fast human while their heir just smiles lightly, his eyes trained on his cards- though the boy didn't try to cover up his gleeful and smug expression.
They all collectively shuddered in fear at the sight of the vindictive glint in their heir's eyes. The yōkai shared looks with each other. Unexpectedly, of all traits to inherit from Nurarihyon and Rihan, it just so happens that it was their vindictiveness and ability to hold grudges that the brunet inherited.
It marks the day where the Nura Clan welcomed another Yuki Onna in their fold- and also the day where they all decided to never anger their heir and new member.