Part of the concept of this came from Dragonball Yokai, which has been takin down, but that story was inspired by Unsealed Vampire by Lord of the Land of Fire. I don't own Rosario+Vampire or DB/DBZ. I will not be taking Super into this, for the sole fact that I really haven't watched the anime or read the manga yet.

"Kamahamaha" Speech

'Kamahamaha' Thought

"Kamahamaha" Inner demon speech

'Kamahamaha' Inner demon thought

A hundred years. That is how long it has been since the defeat of the pinnacle of hate and malice, the mighty Majin Buu. Since then planet Earth has entered a time of peace, but peace cannot last forever and the warriors that defended the world have faded away. Only their legacy remains, but will they be able to defend the world?

"So how did your day go?" Kyoko Anon asked as she walked with her cousin and his friend. Kyoko was a young woman that had short black hair that had silver hair clips, fair skin, a slender build as well as an attractive face and teal-colored eyes. She was a little above average height, standing a 5ft 7in tall and was wearing a bright red jacket that was unzipped with a white undershirt as well as a denim skirt and brown boots.

Her younger cousin, Tsukune, laughed lightly, "It was ok, Kyo." He replied, "Sora managed to stay out of trouble, so that's good." Tsukune was your run of the mill teenage boy. He had black hair, fair skin, slightly athletic build and brown eye He was about 5ft 5in tall. He was wearing a boy's middle school uniform.

"Just means I didn't find any one that was deserving a beat down." Sora said off handedly as he held both his hands behind his head. He had a lean body that held almost no trace body fat on it. His head was topped with spiky shoulder length black hair and he had dark blue eyes. His skin was a light tan color and he had a jagged scar that started at the left side of his forehead and went over his eye and ended just above his lip. He was about an inch taller than Tsukune and dressed in the standard black school uniform of middle school. It appeared that he had a brown belt instead of the normal black one. His face had sullen expression on his face.

The three were walking along the curb after Kyoko had picked Tsukune up from school after a request from his parents. The older teen laughed as she looked over her shoulder and looked at Sora, "I'm surprised that haven't locked a yakuza like you away yet."

The spiky haired teen gave a mock hurt expression, "Kyoko, I'm wounded by your words!" He exclaimed, "All the scum that I beat down are nothing more than punks that didn't understand the pecking order."

Tsukune shook his head at the two, when he had first introduced them Kyoko was adamant that Sora was nothing but trouble as he had a tendency to get into fights. For three months she tried to find any proof that he had a connection to the yakuza gangs. She eventually got herself into trouble when she came upon a meeting between two real yakuza gangs. The only reason she had gotten hurt was because Sora had been keeping an eye on her and had intervened. Kyoko still had some misgivings about her cousin's friend, but she had faith that he wouldn't hurt someone that was innocent.

"So, how did your exams go?" Kyoko asked.

Tsukune rubbed the back of his head lightly, "I think I did ok," he replied as a grateful smile formed on his lips, "if you hadn't drilled me through those studies I'm sure I wouldn't have done half as well as I did."

The teal eyes teen smiled at her cousin, "I'm glad you did well, Tuski." She said as a light blush formed on her cheeks from Tsukune's complements before she turned towards Sora, "How about you, Sora-san?"

A dejected sigh escaped his lips, "I think I failed all the entire exams honestly." It's not like he didn't try, he just had other things on his mind rather than studying. The spiky haired teen gave a somewhat forced grin at the two, "Hey, everything is going to be fine. I'm sure something will come up."

Tsukune sighed lightly, about a month ago Sora closest friend had up and vanished and no one was even trying to find her. He wanted to help, but he had no idea where she could have gotten plus he didn't know her all that well.

The trio stopped when they heard the sound of a person crying out in pain. In an instant Sora's expression hardened as he ran down the passageway closely followed by Tsukune and Kyoko who were calling for him to wait. Sora stopped behind a large crate and looked over it. What he saw made his blood boil.

A group of boys his age that had a boy a couple years younger than them pinned to a brick wall, "P-please," the younger boy whimpered out in fear, "that I-is all I have."

The teen that appeared to be the leader of the gang walked up to the kid. The teen had a muscled build with pale skin. His hair was cut short and he had it slicked back. He was a good head taller than either Sora or Tsukune, standing at 6ft 3in tall and he had grey eyes. He was wearing the same black uniform that the Tsukune and Sora had on; only he had the top buttons of his black jacket undone. He was holding a wad of cash in his left hand as he thumbed the bills with the other.

"Well, I would be inclined to let you go," he began as he pocketed the money and gave a wide grin, "but that amount is only enough to cover the fee for last week." The thug reached into his jacket and pulled out a large, deadly looking knife, "If you don't want to be sent to the undertaker you best give us something that we can at least pawn off."

An incoherent gibberish spewed from the child's mouth when his gaze fell upon the blade. The gang leader's lips twitched into a twisted smirk when he saw the look of cold terror pass over his victim. He had no intentions to kill the boy, only terrorize or mildly injure so he would go ratting to the police. He pressed the knife's edge against the boy's right cheek and lightly dragged it down, slicing a thin cut into his cheek.

"What are we going to do?" Tsukune asked in a hushed voice.

"I'm going to stop them," Sora said as he clenched his fists tightly, "while I keep them busy you guys go get help."

Tsukune opened his mouth to argue, but stopped when his cousin put a hand on his shoulder, "Come on, Tsuki. Sora can handle himself just fine. We would only get in the way." She whispered as she began to tug him back towards the ally's entrance. The brown eyed boy gave his friend one more glance before he followed Kyoko.

"I thought you would have learned to play nice by now, Sato-san." Sora said in an off handed manner as he stepped out from behind the crate, "I guess I'll just have to beat another lesson into. Hopefully this time it will stick."

The gang leader blinked in shock before he broke out in a fit of laughter, which was followed halfheartedly from his gang. A few of them were casting nervous glances between themselves and back at the spiky haired teen. It was one thing to bully a thirteen-year-old, but many of them had suffered more than a few bruises from Sora.

The gang leader pointed the knife at the smaller teen, "There is only one of you and seven of us; I don't think we have to worry about a lone defender." He said venom clear in his voice as he stepped forward as his expression turned into a snarl, "This is the day that I'll show you that I'm the stronger man."

The spiky haired teen dropped his school bag and cracked the joints in his hand, "You shouldn't play with knives, Sato. You never know when you might hurt yourself. He dropped into a brawler stance with his left foot a step ahead of the other and both his fists raised in front of his face. His blue eyes darted over the group of thugs. Most of them had a form of weapon in their grasps, mostly wooden bats or leap pipes.

Sato pointed a finger at him and yelled out, "Get him!"

It seemed that the gang regained some courage at their leader's confidant tone. If nothing else, Sato clearly had the ability to rally others behind his own cause. One of the bullies, a teen that had messy blond hair and green eyes, swung a heavy oak bat at Sora's head. The lone teen just ducked under the weapon and delivered a uppercut directly to the thug's chin. Blood gushed from his mouth as he sailed a few feet into the air and crashed onto a wooden crate. It was pretty clear that he wasn't getting up.

Another bully, this one having curly brown hair and black eyes, charged Sora with a broken lead pipe over his head. He swung it down in an attempt to bring the jagged edge onto his head. Sora sidestepped to the left and stepped forward as he aimed his right hand at the bully's face. The punch collided with the thug, the force of the blow sending him flying backwards as more than a few teeth were forced out of his mouth and blood issued forth from his mouth. He slammed into a few trash cans, causing them to be knocked over and their contents to be spilled out onto the ground and the unconscious bully.

Sato watched with dismay as the smaller teen rendered two of his men unconscious in less than five minutes. No, he was sure that his men could take Sora down. There were still five of them and he had no weapon. His confidence faltered as he watched the smaller teen deliver a powerful haymaker to one of his men and followed up with a gut jab that forced his crone to his knees as he coughed up his stomach's contents plus a mouth full of blood. This can't be happening, this shouldn't be happening! How does this small fucker have this kind of power?! Sato took a step back as fear began to grow inside him.

Sora grabbed hold of the bat that was swung at him by one of his assailants and tugged the weapon from him and jabbed it into his gut. The smaller teen than used the bat to render the thug unconscious before he broke the wooden bat with his knee. He tossed the broken pieces of wood to the side as he brought his fists up and advanced upon the remaining thugs. He jumped over a wooden plank that was aimed at his legs and delivered an axel kick to the bully forcing him to the ground and him getting a face full of concert. The black haired teen aimed a series of at the second to last bully as he took up his fury of blows. He finished the attack as he spun around so that he was parallel to the ally walls and aimed a powerful palm strike to his side that sent him into the wall as blood flowed from a gash above his eye and a split lip as he slump to the ground. Sora turned to face the last of the thugs, the gang leader Sato.

"W-what are you?!" The gang leader cried out as he pointed the knife at the smaller teen, his hand shaking terribly. He couldn't believe that the little fucker had actually beaten all of his men without suffering a single wound, not a god dammed one! Sweat trickled down his face as Sora approached the taller teen. Sato's left eye twitched and he yelled out as swung his blade at his advisor. Sora side stepped the slash from the knife as Sato let himself be consumed by his rage for the smaller boy. The taller teen flew into a flurry of increasingly sloppy slash as he did his level best to kill the spiky haired teen.

Sato had his fun, but this was getting a bit sad. The spiky haired took hold of Sato's blade arm by the wrist as he went for a horizontally slash and gave it a hard squeeze. The thug cried out in pain as he grabbed ahold of Sora's hand with his own and began to try and pull himself free from the smaller boy. Sora narrowed his eyes at the taller boy and gave him a harder squeeze, threating to break his wrist for a second as well as making him drop his weapon before he released Sato.

The gang leader glared at Sora as he gritted his teeth, 'How?! How was this fucker so strong?!' His mind seethed as he tentatively held wrist and gritted his teeth when a sharp pain lanced up his arm and his wrist felt as if it had been shoved into a mold of molten lead, "S-so what are you going to do now?" He asked in a strained voice.

"Well, I was hoping to enjoy a nice day at home," Sora began as he put both hands into his pants pockets, "but I found a jerk that was causing a defenseless kid trouble. All that happens now is determined by what the jerk does next." The spiky haired teen tilted his head to the side and gave a small lopsided grin, "So, what's it going to be Sato-san? Give the kid back the money and everyone gets to go on their way." His glanced at the group of unconscious teens, "Well, almost everyone."

The taller teen grimaced lightly as he rubbed his wrist, "And what if I don't like are little deal?"

Sora shrugged his shoulders, "I'll just have to get the money back," he replied as he narrowed his eyes, causing the gang leader to gulp lightly at the thinly veiled threat. For a few seconds the two stood eyeing each other up before Sato pulled the wad of bills from his pocket and threw it at Sora as he took off running. The black haired teen caught the bills and turned to the kid.

He stared up at the taller boy, a look that held equal parts fear and admiration in his eyes. Sora gave a small smile at the smaller boy, "You're not hurt, are you?" He asked him as he dropped to a knee and began to check him for any bodily injuries.

He shook his head, "N-no, they just took my money." Sora smiled and patted the kid on the head as he put the money into the kid's hand.

"Go on, get out of here before the police get here."

The kid nodded and took off in a run down the alleyway. Sora watched him go before he went to where he left his schoolbag and picked it up. The teen looked around the area for a bit, examining the job he had done. None of them were in serious condition, at most a few broken bones and bruises. Sora took off in a trot to get out of here before the medics arrived.

-Time skip-

Sora opened the door to his home and gave a small sigh. It had started to rain as he made his way home and now he was drenched. Still, at least he wouldn't have to worry about those jerks causing any trouble for a while and maybe they actually learned a lesson from this, but that was more wishful thinking than anything else. Sora took off his shoes and tossed his bag onto a couch. The smell of food cooking danced upon his nose as he walked into the kitchen.

Standing in front of the stove was a pretty woman that appeared to be in her late twenties. She had brushed brown hair that dropped to her shoulder blades with bangs framing her angular face and a forelock hanging down in front of her vibrant green eyes. Her skin was colored a light mocha and she had nice curves which emphasized the swells of her large breast, slim waist and full butt. She was fairly tall at 6ft and had long sensual legs. She was dressed in a brown sweater, a pair of beige kakis, white ankle socks and a white apron. A silver rosary with an amber stone set in it and was attached to a chain that was connected to a leather bracelet that had rosary beads connected to it. The source of the fragrance was from a wok that had boneless chicken in it. The woman turned her face to the boy and smiled when she saw him.

"Ah, I'm glad to see you're home, Sora-kun." She said as she gave him a warm smile.

Sora smiled back at her as he walked over to the fridge and opened it, "Thanks, Kasumi-nee-chan, frankly I'm just glad to be out of the rain." He said as he pulled out a bottle of flavored water and closed the fridge, "I had a run in with Sato and his gang."

Kasumi's face gained a worried expression on her face as she turned down the heat of the stove and stepped away from the stove, "You're not hurt, are you?" She asked him as she began to examine him closely for any injuries. A small blush formed on the teen's face as he did his level best not to stare at the woman's large breasts or allow himself to fantasize about her soft hands.

"N-no, I'm fine, Kasumi-nee-chan." He stepped back and began to grin a little sheepishly, "In fact I'm guessing that well be getting a call about me assaulting some people soon."

Kasumi groaned as she facepalmed, "You really know how to give me a headache, you know that?" she asked him before a small smile formed on her lips, "I bet you have a good reason to do that though."

Sora smiled back at her as he began to leave the kitchen, "I'll tell you about it later, besides you have something else to worry about." He said as he pointed to the stove. Kasumi blinked and looked towards where Sora was pointing and gave a cry of alarm. The chicken was starting to burn. As the woman was dealing with dinner, the teen snuck out of the kitchen and made his way to his bedroom.

It wasn't a big room, but he really didn't need that much room. He had a single person bed in the left corner that had a nightstand with an alarm clock and lamp sitting on it. Parallel from the bed was a dresser that had three drawers. He had a simple computer desk that had a rolling chair tucked in and a laptop as well as a few sketch books and notebooks sitting atop it. He closed the door behind him and started undressing. He then put on a white long sleeved t-shirt and blue jeans as well as a clean pair of socks.

The teen left his room and went to the living room and sat on the couch as he took a pile of letters for him from the coffee table. Most were just junk mail and aids about credit cards, those he threw away or tore up. Only two of the letters caught his interest. The first letter was from a high school, which meant that he had gotten accepted after all. Yet even this news paled when compared to the second letter. It was from his friend. He quickly tore open the letter and pulled out a folded piece of parchment along with a silver rosary that had a ruby set in it. Sora began to read the letter, scanning it for any clue about where she went.

"Dear Sora, I'm guessing you are pretty worried about me, aren't you? I'm sorry for just up and leaving, but I had some family business that would take a while to finish so my father thought it would be best to pull from the school entirely. You're the only one or thing that I truly miss about that place, I hope to see you again someday. Sincerely, M."

Soar sighed as he put the letter down. At least he knew she was safe. The teen held the cross close to his face to examine it. The holy object looked just like the one that she wore; in fact it was her rosary! He put the rosary down and looked at the first letter. It said it was from Yokai Academy. He opened it and pulled out a pamphlet. The teen examined it for any clues about what the school was. The most he got from it was that he was to remain on campus for the entire four years, remain in human form at all times and where he was supposed to be for the bus to pick him up.

Kasumi walked it the room as she wiped her hands off on her apron, "What do have there, is it a high school acceptance form?" She asked him, her attitude perking up at the thought the Sora would be able to actually get into a high school.

The boy grinned widely at the taller woman, "Yeah, this is great news!" He exclaimed as he pushed the letter from his friend and her rosary underneath himself. Best she not know about that. Kasumi didn't get along all that well with his friend, "But it's to a place called Yokai Academy, do you know about it?"

Kasumi's face paled and her jaw dropped open a good foot, "D-did you say Y-Yokai Academy?" She asked, hoping to all the divinities that she had heard him wrong. Sora nodded, and the reaction he got from the woman confused the boy. She began to panic as she paced around the room.

"What's wrong, Kasumi-nee-chan?"

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Power levels

Sora: 23

Tsukune: 6

Kyoko: 8

Sato and his gang: 7 (each)

Kasumi: 10?