Samu-sa no naka, kasai furea kanojo no kokoro
L.T: welcome back, dear readers, and, dare I say, friends? Again, I have worked my magic to bring you only the finest in lemony smut. As always, enjoy in moderation, and don't forget to wash your plate afterwards! Anyway, this work of art is a Rosario+Vampire idea that the plot badgers kept dropping on my head, so I'll publish it just to stop them from biting my ankles. OWWW, dammit, I'm typing as fast as I can, ya damn badgers!
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Mizore's fourth diary, day three-hundred and twenty-seven.
'Dear diary,
Today, I chose stalking spot number #1477A, looking straight into 'His' room. He was wearing that adorable muscle-Tee again, and it shows off his slim chest so well. I just want to peel it off him and lick all over that gorgeous piece of man-candy. But still, he barely notices me... I suppose it's not his fault, what with that bloodsucking bitch, the lolicon slut witch, and little miss funbags, that a quiet girl like me can't get a chance to show my affection for the one man in the world who captured my heart and soul.
They may have large breasts, but I know how to please a man, even more so than that huge-boobed succubus can. My mother trained me well, and I learned much at her feet. From my eighth birthday, I have been drilled in the arts of love, seduction, and pleasure. The bell just rang. I need to move if I'm to get to the canteen in time.'
I closed my diary, sliding it under the futon in my room. The seal I had placed on it glowed faintly. That seal would cause the diary to melt if anyone apart from me so much as touches it. Rising to my feet, I skipped over to my door, slipping on my pumps, opening my purse, and locking up my room behind me. With a spring in my step, I set off in the direction of the kitchens, hungry... but not for breakfast...
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As I queued, my eyes alighted on a boy sitting at a table. He had short, straight, dark-brown hair, a slim build that belied hidden muscle, and a ready smile on his tanned face. He was alone! This was my chance! I quickly selected two plain bagels, a bowl of fresh fruit and yoghurt, and a cup of green tea, and hurried over to the boy I'd noticed earlier. As I approached, he looked up, and a large smile flashed onto his face. "Heya, Mizore! How are you?" he asked. My face flushed a faint pink. "h-hey, Tsukune..." I whispered. I sat down opposite him, but he got up and left the table. I stared at my fruit and yoghurt, a tear trickling from the corner of my eye.
As I sniffed, a chair scraped next to me, and that familiar, achingly sweet voice jolted me from my misery. "So, where were we?" Tsukune asked, eyes twinkling cheerfully. I smiled back at him and started chatting with him about my plans for tomorrow, as we had the weekend to ourselves. "Um... I was thinking of going to see a film in the human world, would you... like to come with me?" I blushed peach, tailing away at the end of my question, but Tsukune's sharp ears heard me anyway. "Sure! I wasn't planning anything special, so I'll go with you. What do you want to see? My treat." I chewed my lip, thinking...there was a new-release horror film out today, 'Vanished'. I didn't mind horror films that much, but it would be a great opportunity to hold Tsukune's hand, and maybe even... hug him...
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Tsukune seemed a little surprised when I told him I wanted to see a horror movie, but agreed anyway. We agreed to meet up at the bus stop at 7 in the morning, so that we could get an early start. Tsukune promised not to tell the rest of his followers, so he was free all day with no worries on my part. Leaving the canteen, I headed to my first class, Human History, with a lighter heart than I'd had all week. I was going on a date. With Tsukune! I couldn't believe it!
I maintained my quiet, reserved facade, but inside, I was ready to erupt with happiness. I barely heard a word Ririko-sensei was blithering on about. The weekend beckoned, and with it, my alone time with Tsukune, just the two of us. I knew I wasn't the easiest person to get on with at times, but I really liked Tsukune, and wanted to be his and his only. I packed my books away at the bell, seemingly melting away, when in reality I was already halfway to the A block, where my next lesson, Practical Exsanguination, was to be held.
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After several boring lessons, sitting behind the man of my dreams, I couldn't help but sigh deeply, felling that all was right with the world. As the final bell went, I slipped a note that I'd spent several attempts and twenty minutes writing into my cool hand. I slid out of my seat, picked up my bag, and dropped the note in Tsukune's pencil case, hoping with all my might that he'd spot it. As my heart beat faster, he looked straight at it, plucked it from the clear pencil holder, and slipped it into his pocket with a wink. Face flushed, I forced myself to walk, slowly slowly, keepy stealthy, out into the corridor, where I broke into a run, heading for my favourite place in the whole campus, my room.
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Shaking my head in despair, I sat on the edge of my futon, face buried in my hands. Just then, a knock on my door jerked me from my misery. Opening the door, I was glomped by the only person apart from Tsukune and the harem I could honestly call a friend, Yutaka Kannagi. She is shorter than me, about 5'7, has tanned skin, a wide smile with a single fang at the left of her upper jaw, emerald-green eyes, and cropped black hair with silver highlights, and two tufts at the sides of her head, like Ms Nekonome. They're actually her ears. "Heyas, Mi-chan!" she whooped cheerfully, bringing a smile to my face. "Hi, Yu-chan," I replied, a little sadly, setting her ears twitching at the sound of fresh gossip." With a serious look on her face for once, she asked, "What's wrong, Mi-chan? And don't say it's 'nothing' like you usually do." I told her I needed to choose a outfit, and she began tearing around the room like a miniature tornado, selecting clothes one after another, holding them up against my body, then shaking her head and tossing them over her shoulder. After about twenty minutes, she had set out the perfect outfit for me. It consisted of some light purple trainers, knee-length white shorts, an ice-blue t-shirt, and a purple scarf.
As I admired her handiwork, Yutaka asked, "so? Who's the lucky guy, then?" I blushed, and mumbled, "Tsukune..." Yutaka's eyes sparkled, and she lost control of her human transformation, disappearing into a puddle of clothes on the floor, until she stuck her head out again, one of the cups of her bra perched on one twitching ear. Yutaka is a kitsune, (A/N: Imagine Kirara from InuYasha), a fox spirit, and she's incredibly cute in her fox-form, with silky silver fur, three bushy tails with black tips, and a crimson symbol on her forehead, which resembles a backwards crescent moon, with a small full moon in the centre of the crescent.
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"Nya!" she squealed, leaping into my arms, curling up and purring with delight as I rubbed her back. Looking up at me, she turned and rested her paws on my chest, tipping me back on my bed. Grinning foxily at me, she said, "don't do anything I wouldn't." I quipped, "that gives a lot of scope," and she growled playfully, before changing back into her human form and nearly flattening me. One moment my arms were full of fox, the next, they were full of a very naked Yutaka, who just giggled, blinked coyly at me and struck a pose: feet apart, bent over, sticking her chest out, and tilting her head on one side with a saucy wink.
"Like what you see, Mi-chan?" she husked, then yelped as I swatted her on her pert, round rear. "Of course I do, Yu-chan, but I have a date tomorrow, so I don't have time to 'play' now." Grousing about 'spoilsports' and 'boys who just wanna get in Mi-chan's pants', until she'd slipped her clothes on. She headed for the door, turned, and flung something at me. While I picked it up, she slipped out the door and ran for it. I unfurled what she'd thrown...and it was her knickers. Snickering to myself and muttering about 'horny fox demons', I laid my outfit for tomorrow on a chair, stripped off my usual attire, pulled on my pyjamas, and slid into bed. Turning out the light, I muttered, "sweet dreams, Tsukune," before closing my eyes and falling asleep to the sound of the Sandman's music...