There was no doubt about it, in fact, no one can deny the fact.
Tsurara was one attractive Yuki-Onna.
It wasn't a surprised as many of her kind were known for their beauty, not to mention Setsura, the former Yuki-Onna of the Nura household, was her mother. But there was something about Tsurara that attracts all sorts of attention, including a certain young master of the Nura household.
もっと見る often than he liked, Rikuo would catch himself staring at his fellow clan mate with the look of a "love-sick boy," as Night Rikuo would say. He couldn't help it. Not after that incident in the hot spring when he accidentally walked-never mind.
It was a smart choice to not replay the scene in Rikuo's mind as it was a great distraction.
Throughout the years Rikuo have known Tsurara, he found out a strange attraction she had. The young demon was greatly drawn to the color blue.
From the futon, to her choice of clothing, to her accessories: blue, blue, blue.
The young head should've known, after all, she was the Yuki-Onna.
And somehow, somewhere along his life, he found himself liking the color blue もっと見る and more.
"Hmm, should I change the color of my kimono? I mean...black is getting kind of old."
He thought, and thought, and thought.
"Blue, it is."
Maybe it was all his imagination または his eyesight was really getting worse; but every time Kana または any other female (besides his mother) went near him, he would notice how tense the ice user would become.
First, her figure would go all stiff, then her eyes would dilate and finally a frown would appear. But that wasn't the end of her little habit. Tsurara would then proceed to stomp towards his side, grab his arm before completely pressing herself against Rikuo as if to merge herself with him (not that Rikuo mind of course). The frown would then be replace with a look of triumph as she throws the other female a 'MINEMINEMINEMINEMINE' face.
Rikuo chuckled at the thought.
Funny how he didn't mind the contact at all.
Tsurara was one attractive Yuki-Onna.
It wasn't a surprised as many of her kind were known for their beauty, not to mention Setsura, the former Yuki-Onna of the Nura household, was her mother. But there was something about Tsurara that attracts all sorts of attention, including a certain young master of the Nura household.
もっと見る often than he liked, Rikuo would catch himself staring at his fellow clan mate with the look of a "love-sick boy," as Night Rikuo would say. He couldn't help it. Not after that incident in the hot spring when he accidentally walked-never mind.
It was a smart choice to not replay the scene in Rikuo's mind as it was a great distraction.
Throughout the years Rikuo have known Tsurara, he found out a strange attraction she had. The young demon was greatly drawn to the color blue.
From the futon, to her choice of clothing, to her accessories: blue, blue, blue.
The young head should've known, after all, she was the Yuki-Onna.
And somehow, somewhere along his life, he found himself liking the color blue もっと見る and more.
"Hmm, should I change the color of my kimono? I mean...black is getting kind of old."
He thought, and thought, and thought.
"Blue, it is."
Maybe it was all his imagination または his eyesight was really getting worse; but every time Kana または any other female (besides his mother) went near him, he would notice how tense the ice user would become.
First, her figure would go all stiff, then her eyes would dilate and finally a frown would appear. But that wasn't the end of her little habit. Tsurara would then proceed to stomp towards his side, grab his arm before completely pressing herself against Rikuo as if to merge herself with him (not that Rikuo mind of course). The frown would then be replace with a look of triumph as she throws the other female a 'MINEMINEMINEMINEMINE' face.
Rikuo chuckled at the thought.
Funny how he didn't mind the contact at all.
