Iridescence
For those of you who have read my stories "All I Need Is..." and "You're Beautiful", both in response to the online stories "Get What You Want", "Take What is Yours", "Careful What You Wish For", "Get What You Deserve", and "A Proper Vampire", companion stories to "The Bet" and "The Mighty Vampire Aono", all based off of the popular anime/manga series "Rosario + Vampire", I thank you all for your comments. If you've read my first story then surely you already know the motivation behind it, that I found Tsukune Aono's treatment in the other stories to be upsetting enough to sit down and write my own version of the events depicted so as to bring about some kind of positive resolution, and while reviews for my story have been largely positive, one comment actually caught my attention. I can't remember the details, but what struck me was that this person commented on how he/she disliked seeing how Moka was being portrayed equally as much, if not more so. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I've forgotten just how much of a role model Moka Akashiya is for some fans of the series, who have admired her not just for her indomitable strength in battle and regal prescence, but the more gentle and compassionate side as well, not the white trash image we have seen so far (whether or not it was the author's intent). It would be like reading five identical stories where Spiderman cheated on Mary Jane or Superman cheats on Lois and are total jerks about it, we just couldn't accept that these two characters would do a thing like that, and so I kinda understand where this person was coming from; I guess that's what made these stories so shocking to read, that such a beloved and respected character would both betray someone she loves, and yet be so unsympathetic. Really, the story is not a new one, with the horror and fantasy aspects aside, you'll probably see enough of this kind of story to leave you feeling kind of jaded, whether it be on TV or movie, magazine tabloid, internet story or even in real life involving a loved one or a friend, or maybe you've experienced it yourself and if you have then you have my sympathy. What really hits home with these stories, though is the notion that something like this could happen to the characters of Tsukune and Moka, who for most of us seemed so right. Yes, they're fictional characters, but it didn't make it any less painful to see this tragedy play out with such a real world ugliness, like this was a very likely outcome on a relationship that seemed to radiate for some of us who have grown disensitised to the cruelty that goes on around us and yet suggest that if this could happen to them, then what hope is there for any of us, as strange as that might sound. I know these stories started out as nothing more than possible outcomes that arose out of "The Bet" and were not meant to be taken so seriously, but as more and more stories with this same plot have come out, it began to feel as though they, while compelling reads, have taken on this dark and depressing tone where everything ends, dreams die and hope fades; that this is our reality.
However, if you've seen the anime or read the manga, then you know that the original Tsukune and Moka, and all their supporting cast represented the very best in all of us, that two people from different backgrounds, races, cultures and idealogies can find love, that hope can exist, and though this world is dark, it does not have to be our reality. And, from what I've read in my reviews, most if not all of you agree that as captivating as "Get What You Want" and others are to read, bottomline is that you DO NOT want to see this happen to them, you want Tsukune & Moka to stay together or at the very least get back together, that many of you are tired of this morbid turn for these characters and ultimately you, like me, want our old Moka back! That is why I decided to write "All I Need is..." and "You're Beautiful," to try in some way to recapture those feelings once again, and why I now write this. This will be my final entry, as I plan to go on haitus to pursue other tasks; it's been a blast doing these, however other matters need to be taken care of and I feel like I've spent too long on this matter. Unlike my first two stories, this will not be a one shot, but an ongoing one with many chapters to follow, and I intend to include as many characters from the orginal series as possible in an homage to the franchise, as well as many popular original characters like Ria and Caro, along with a few of my own, not to mention give larger roles to some of the lesser characters. While this plot has been told from the point of view of either Moka or Tsukune, this will be told from both, but will also focus on the reactions of those who view this situation from the outside and how they respond to it as infedelity involves many people besides three individuals. As with my past stories the title was inspired by a song, which in this case would be "Iridescent" by Linkin Park, a song I feel fully captures the mood of this tale perfectly. I dedicate this to the fans of Moka, to fans of the series itself, and to those who just like an uplifting story, and it is my hope that by doing this we GET WHAT WE WANT.
(Rosario + Vampire and a majority of it's characters are the property of Akashi Ikeda.)
"And why do we fall? So, we can learn to pick ourselves up." - Batman Begins
Chapter 1: Nightmare
How did it come to this?
They started out as friends, almost eight years ago at a place called Yokai Academy. He was a mere teenage boy, enrolled by accident or fate into a strange, private school that his dad found out about from a strange figure one night as he was coming home from work, and desperate to enroll his son into any school after he'd failed every entrance exam, was willing to get him into any school at that point, yet neither father or son knew that it was really a school for monsters hidden behind an invisible barrier, where no one would hear him scream. So, there he was, walking along a dark and frightening path alone in an alien world and unsure of what to expect when all of a sudden he's struck from out of nowhere by a speeding bike, which sends him tumbling along the bumpy ground with its rider entangled in his arms. When he came to, he finds to his astonishment that he had been sidelined by an incredibly attractive, fair skinned girl with lengthy pink hair, rosey cheeks, a svelte body poured into a green school outfit with a skirt that barely covered her long, slender thighs. Of course he was stupefied, he had never before seen a girl as beautiful as her, until he realized to his horror that his hand was resting on the inner thigh of one of her smooth legs and began apologizing profusely, but as she flung back her long pink hair with a slight brush of her delicate hands, he found himself staring into the girl's huge green eyes and a pleseant, gentle smile, becoming instantly lost in their otherworldly quality, as almost all his fears and insecurities seemed to evaporate right on the spot. This girl's beauty left him feeling like putty before her tender gaze, yet was surprised that instead of becoming angry at him, she immediately wanted to be friends with a clumsy guy like him, he who had never had any luck with a cute girl before, with nary a one so much as wanting to talk to him and now this very pinnacle of feminie beauty who put all others to shame wanted to befriend him, he couldn't tell if she was serious or if he was delirious; however, his excitement soon turned to fear when he learned, from a simple, painful bite to his neck that his dream girl was really a vampire, a genuine blood sucking vampire and one who had two sides to her: the pink hair, rosy cheeks, and loving green eyes of the girl he stared dreamily at and who wanted to be his friend was an illusionary, outer persona kept in check by a magical, red jeweled rosario placed about her neck that could only be removed by someone who loved her and that once removed became a far darker person, one with a red eyes, silver hair, and a more physically stunning appearance, yet insanely powerful: this was her inner persona, her true self.
She was from a powerful breed of monster, a noble race of creatures feared and respected, and hailed from one of the great vampire households with an unmatched beauty that made her the most sought after girl in school, and yet was also terribly alone as life had not been too kind to her: having lost her mother to the belly of a monster, she was forced to attend school amongst human children for the first half of her life and had to endure their ignorance as best she could, but ultimately came to hate all humans. By the time she arrived at Yokai she had lived a lonely and miserable life, and would've ended her wretched existence until she met him. With his short cropped, dark brown hair, which matched his eyes that were so soft and inviting, with a warm smile that they warmed her vampiric blood just staring at them and blood that had a richness she has never tasted before, the vampire girl felt like she'd died and met an angel. She thought he was another monster like she was, who's blood simply tasted good for whatever reason and he tried his best to stay on with her, to offer her the companionship she so desperately needed despite discovering that he was in a school for monsters. His feelings were conflicted, though because she was a monster, a creature of the night who fed on his kind and who regularly fed on him, he should have been scared of her and yet he found himself wanting desperately to be close to her, this girl who's kindness and warmth wasn't at all what he was taught. Unfortunately, after one too many close calls with the monstrous student body, not to mention finding out that any human found on school grounds would be publicly crucified, his fear finally took the better of him and tried to flee the school to the girl's horror, who desperately and physically tried to keep her only friend in the world from leaving her to go to a dreaded human school, only to learn that he, himself was infact human. She had to decide, right then and there as he ran from her, to hold onto her prejudice towards humans or to go after him, because she couldn't just let go of the past. Were all humans bad or was he different? This boy wasn't like any of the humans she had met before, he had a kindness and a gentle nature that soothed her at the best and worst of times, his prescence became a sudden salvation at a torrid moment in her life, but he was still human so was it alright to hate all humans or just see him as different, it was something she couldn't figure out, and yet her overwhelming desire for this one human compelled her to chase him down before even making a clear decision. It wasn't until during her race to retrieve him that she soon found herself in danger of being raped by a powerful monster who had been stalking her, and when he heard her cries, this human, this terrified mortal came racing back to her defense, putting his frail 5' 7" body going up against an 8ft. monster with claws and getting battered, all for her. As she tried to comfort his broken body while the threat loomed over, he proclaimed that he would do his best to protect her from harm. All of a sudden, he unwittingly removed her rosario and unleashed her sealed persona who, with a "know your place" statement, took care of the threat with ease. She still didn't know if her prejudices were well founded or not, but on that day the vampire, Moka Akashiya and the human, Tsukune Aono knew they were always going to be together.
There would be others to follow though, as Tsukune found himself surrounded by other monsterous vixens who developed an unusual fixation upon him, each blessed in some way by his kindness and humanity that they too were drawn towards him as equally as Moka was: there were two witches, one a 10 year old girl named Yukari Sendo, who had an unhealthy obsession with having a three-way with both Moka and Tsukune, and the more mature Ruby Tojou who started out as xenophobic towards humans only to eventually change her stance after meeting him and now wants to be his sex slave. The Yuki Onna or snow woman known as Mizore Shirayuki, who was as mysterious as she was aloof, had come to the school in the purpose of finding a potential father for her unborn children so as to save her dwindling race and had chosen Tsukune to be that father, even going so far as to stalk him at every turn. But, most persistant of all was the buxom succubus, Kurumu Kurono who started out as a jealous rival of Moka, using her trademark "Allure" to hypnotize him into becoming another one of her many boy toys, wanted to use him to accomplish her goal, but only after incurring her wrath and ultimately being saved by Tsukune, rather than be grateful, instead decided that the human would be her "Destined One", her mate of fate that every succubus must pick out to be their husband, and quickly became his most ardent of pursuers. There were other monster girls and even one effeminate guy who wanted him, some were teachers or parents, who wanted to use him, to eat him, to marry their daughters or make him their plaything; why exactly they wanted a guy like him he did not know, and while they were all beautiful to behold and he was always nice to them, he however had eyes only for Moka, and while every guy in school wanted her, she had both eyes and fangs only for him, which he gladly put up with the constant blood loss just to be with her. They did almost everything together, worked together on the same Newspaper Club along with their friends, ate together at lunch (where he was usually lunch), studied together and went on many adventures that a school for monsters had to offer, and as their time together grew he became more and more captivated by both sides of her: the warm and outgoing Outer Moka with large, green eyed saucers whose warmth captivated him, constantly with a light voice that reminded him of the chimes of bells, and the sultry, throaty voiced Inner Moka, with red eyes that were intimidating to look at and a monstrous power that sent chills up his spine, and yet was always there during times of crisis to save him without being asked.
The problem for him however, was Inner Moka, the distant, proud vampiress who shared the same body with Outer Moka, but would not allow him to get any closer than being a mere friend, finding the boy to be beneath her status, even thought it never stopped her from saving him time and again, and whenever he was at death's door she'd give him a little bit of her vampiric blood to help heal him. He knew she cared for him, which indeed was the truth, both sides of Moka cared for him deeply and loved him like no other, even if Inner Moka was unwilling to express those desires, the only problem for her was: he was human. Her pride as a vampire would not allow her to breed outside her species, especially with one that was well below her own, mere food, and yet both sides of her were always amazed at his sincerity, loyalty, generousity, and unwavering committment; whenever Outer Moka cried out for him, be it a genuine threat or something silly, he would come running to her side without fail or whenever she snapped the rosario back into place and transformed back, the process usually draining her, he was always there to catch the worn out girl in his arms. It was baffling enough that he went to such lenghts or that at the time he was the only one capable of removing her rosario when she could not, but it baffled her terribly at how he would always, always risk his own life to protect her, her a superior monster who could take down any monster and always did when he unsealed her, but always after he'd throw himself into harms way for her with an undaunted bravery that almost made her jealous; she'd never met anyone like that, much less a human. She would assure him, and at times cruel towards him so that he would take the hint that she never needed his protection, but she had to watch him confront any and every danger with nothing, but his courage to fight with. He simply wanted to protect her, to keep her out of harm's way, even if she was a vampire and he a human, he cared that much for her be she Outer or Inner Moka, and though he had his body battered and broken for her time after time, he always had that warm smile on his face even in the face of life threatening injuries, more concerned about what she was feeling and trying his best to reassure her worried, green eyes or her annoyed red ones. Why couldn't he have been born a vampire? It would've made things so much simpler for the two if he had been born that way, not human.
Then one fateful day there was another threat to her life, another monster wanting to fight her, and as usual she was taking good care of both herself and Tsukune, warning him, even threatening him to stay back for his own safety when her enemy exploited one of her race's many weakness, leaving her incapacitated. All seemed lost as the enemy loomed over, ready to deliver a fatal strike when in stepped Tsukune, perhaps foolishly or out of desperation as he took the brunt of the attack with his tiny body. There he laid dying in her arms as she cursed him for once again being so foolish and thinking she needed his help; she needed him to live, though so Moka injected him with more of her blood to save him, but this time she, and him had hit the jackpot as this one time, too many had finally transformed the human into a strong vampire like her. At long last, both their very desires were answered: Moka could be with him and he was able to win her heart, irrevocably, bound together by her blood. Still, their hurdles did not end there, like Moka he was given a temporary rosario to keep his powers in check as they were too radical and new to the once human boy, but once word came out that he was a vampire it seemed every young, male monster with something to prove challenged him, and though he resisted, Moka and their friends had to compel him to fight: he wasn't human anymore, he was a vampire now and with her blood coursing through his veins, he had to assert dominance if he was to be her boyfriend, finding himself fighting even more than he had been before, even though he won all of his fights. There were other matters as well, like his family who had no idea he attended an all monsters' school and that he, himself was now a monster, but when his cousin Kyouko accidentally stumbles onto Yokai academy and discovers the secret, Moka ultimately gains her trust when she rescues the beleagured human girl, and soon after that earns the approval of his mother when she and their friends paid them a visit. Her family, though was a different matter; Tsukune knew they would not be as easily won over as Moka had won over his, and indeed he was right. Moka's mother, Akasha Bloodriver, whom they managed to rescue from the monster that held her prisoner and at last reunited with Moka after so long, was the only one he didn't have to worry about as she already admired and loved him too, at times almost as much as her daughter; she was not the problem, it was the rest of the family that was.
Her father, Lord Issa Shuzen, head of the strongest and most powerful of house in all the vampire clans did not like humans and keeping his former heritage a secret from him was tenuous at best, but ultimately he had to challenge him to win the honor of being with Moka, nearly killing him in the process, but ultimately earning both her hand and his respect. Her evil stepmother, Gyokuro who managed operations of a powerful and dangerous organization called Fairy Tale was no walk in the park either. But, then there were her sisters, whom her father had bred like soldiers and each one dangerous to be alone with as he had to find out: the youngest sibling, Kokoa Shuzen, a fiery red head who admired her silver haired older sister, but thought he wasn't worthy of being with her, and along with a pet bat that transformed into various weapons would either attack him or simply glare at him with murderous green eyes. The two older sisters were trained assassins: the blonde and beautiful Kahlua Shuzen, known as the "kind one" had a childlike nature to her, but when angered would become an unstoppable, homicidal maniac as he and their friends found out when she nearly killed them all during one adventure, while adopted sister Akua had involved them all in her own nefarious schemes. However, the very worst of the bunch was Moka's eldest sister and her father's "right hand" warrior, Ria Seiktan, a veritable snake who hated her baby sister and did whatever it took to hurt her. Knowing how much she loved Tsukune, naturally it was him she sank her teeth in to, inserting herself into his life, threatening him and his family, putting the boy through hell, she went so far as to manipulate Moka into letting her have sex with him against his will, thinking it would spoil him for her and make this young, second born vampire her boy toy and eventually her mate. In the end, though, not even the very worst she or other members of the family could do was enough to derail their relationship and upon graduating from the academy, the two at last became united as bloodmates at Lord Shuzen's official decree, making him a member of the House of Shuzen and his heir. Thanks to the connections he now got, he was able to find work in one of his father in law's many, human based affiliates working in a modest position that was graciously away from their less savory operations or some of their even less savory associates, yet paid well enough for him to support the both of them and set themselves up in a nice apartment. However, to maintain the ruse for his family about his marriage, Lord Shuzen agreed to hold sort of a sham wedding ceremony for the Aono family's benefit, who were unaware that the two getting married were already betrothed, but nevertheless his family welcomed in Moka as Moka Aono, the woman his mother accepted as the daughter she never had. Tsukune couldn't remember being so unequivocally happy, after all the trials and tribulations they had gone through, all the threats and trying ordeals they had survived through, and all the close calls that they'd faced, this beautiful woman in both her pink haired girlish form and her austere, ravishing silver haired persona was now an extension of his soul, and Moka was elated not only for having her mother back in the picture, but that this kind and charming man, her ideal mate now a vampire like herself, would finally share her immortal life with her; her happiness seemed complete.
So, how did it come to this?
He tried to remember how it had all started. When had things come to the point at which they were now? In the four years since they were married, Tsukune and Moka had their ups and downs as a couple, like all young couples go through, but no matter the arguement, they were always able to work them out and grew stronger because of it. They had endured so much in the past and triumphed over every obstacle to allow one quarrel, one disagreement to alter their feelings for one another. So, why had this one, particular arguement been so devastating that it led to this? The fights were so brutal, so harsh and personal that it left the two dumbfounded at the other's unusual behavior, and then Moka finally brought down a hammer that seemed to signal a death knell for their relationship. He thought they could work through any problem, that nothing was to big for the both of them to handle, so how did it come to this? Tsukune wondered that, constantly as he sat, hunched over on their couch in the darkened living room of their rented apartment, his toned arms resting on his legs, clad only in the grey T-shirt and worn jeans he woke up in earlier, as he had been unable to do much of anything while dreading what was about to transpire today. His head was bowed, eyes closed painfully as he secretly prayed that this would not come to pass, but he didn't have to look down the hall to hear his beautiful, pink haired mate getting ready for it. Every now and then he caught glimpses of her moving about, purposely or unintentionally he wasn't sure, but she kept this up the whole time, leaving little doubt she was getting prepared for tonight and it hurt to see how close she was to him and yet, as the clock ticked ever so loudly, she felt further and further away from him. Moka was preparing for a date tonight, but it was not with him, and one could hardly call it a date, as that would be considered friendly or even with intentions of being slightly romantic so as to lead to something more. No, this was not a date.
Moka glanced at him out of the corner of her eye as she constantly walked past in her small, black cocktail dress with the fabric taut against her body, it's mini skirt swishing just a few inches past her hips and thin spaghetti straps over her slender shoulders. The neckline wasn't too deep, but the way the thin fabric hugged her breasts left no imagination that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Indeed, this was no date, there were far less romantic motives involved.
"It's not too late, Tsukune," she called out from the bedroom as she applied make up. "We can end this right here and now."
She'd hoped that he would've learned his lesson by now and would stop her from doing this, but she received no answer, not even a whisper from the dark room her husband sat in, and the silence unnerved her.
Maybe, this was a mistake! Outer Moka thought, nervously. Maybe we shouldn't be doing this, I don't think he's going to agree.
Then he's left us with no choice, said Inner Moka who communicated from the red jeweled prison, nestled in the center of her rosario.
But, I don't know if we should be doing this, I mean...
Don't lose your resolve, now! We've made our threat, now he's forcing our hand, we must do this or he'll respect us as his bloodmates.
But, how is this going to make him respect us?
He's calling our bluff. He's in there, waiting to see if we'd go through with it or not; show him we're not playing around and are not to be trifled with.
This wasn't my idea! I don't want to do this!
Do you want his idea? He needs to be put in his place, nothing we've tried has worked, if he continues to fight us instead of supporting our decision, we need to shock him into obedience and this is the only way to do it! Anything that happens is his fault, not ours. Now, be ready.
But, this...
Stop being weak! You forget, we share the same body, so I have just as much riding on this as you do. Now, so some strength!
Not wanting to argue, and with trembling fingers, applied a few dabs of the perfume that he got her for her 20th birthday, the one she had made a point of putting on for only special occasions.
You're right. Tsukune won't listen, so this has to be done. He only brought this on himself.
Still nervous, but a little more determined to see this through, she applied on a little more of the perfume so that it's scent would waft down the hall to Tsukune. He shook his head, exhaling a pained breath as he gripped the edge of the couch with his fingers tighter than he should've. He was sure if his powers were unsealed, his grip would've done more than leave indentations in the cushions, practically destroying the love seat they had bought together when they first moved in. As he watched her put on her diamond earrings, he kept wondering how had their arguement, this one arguement brought them to this crossroad in their relationship? They had arguements before, little disagreements like any wedded couple, but they always worked them out and remained stronger for it, so how did they let this one disagreement come to this?
What happens is all on him, not me, Moka thought with some measure of reassurance that did little to quell the fear and panic in her nervous body.
That's right. If he is to remain stubborn, then this will be his punishment.
"What happens, Tsukune i-is your fault," she said to him, trying to hide how nervous she really was and trying again to get him to see reason. "It doesn't have to be this way, just say..."
"No," his came from out of the darkness and it made her drop to where her stomache was.
He wondered how could she even do this or even ask him that question, even as her Outer Self? The very reality of it made him ache.
She stared straight at the mirror, her fingers no longer steady, her once beautiful skin that he had ran his hands over, the one he had kissed over so many times began to flush. They both checked the time and knew it would be soon before their visitor would arrive. Her bottom lip began to quiver, she rubbed her shoulders and embraced herself to try and control her anxiety as the moment that was about to happen loomed ever closer. She wanted to call out to Tsukune, have him hug her like he always did when she was this nervous, felt this uncomfortable.
Get control of yourself, idiot! Inner Moka scolded. This is just what he wants, to see us start to back down. Show him we will not concede and that he must give into our demands if this is to be stopped.
I know, Outer Moka replied sadly, but obediently.
Ding-dong.
The sound nearly, which rang out through the silence nearly made both of them jump, and the anguish building in Tsukune's heart made him lower his distraught form even further as if trying his best not to cringe from it, but whatever nervous feelings Moka had she knew that someone else was here to hug and comfort her, now.
He's here. You know what to do.
Inhaling a deep and shakey breath, Moka marches to the door and peaks out the keyhole to see that it was indeed her guest for tonight. She then turns back to Tsukune, looking at his sorry state on the couch for the first time, but brushes away any concerns for his current situation to make one last, desperate plea.
"Tsukune...please," she began to say, though didn't mean to say please, "don't make me do this. All you have to do is agree with me and this won't happen, I'll send him away and that'll be the end of it."
"No!" came a voice that snapped so loud, so hoarse and full of bitter turmoil that it clearly startled Moka, causing her green eyes to widen in distress. He leaned even further on the couch, clenching his knuckles tightly, the every knuckles he has used to protect her whenever she needed him, now they were idly resting in bated anticipation as he knew it was possible she no longer needed him, anymore. He didn't have to look up to know Moka had opened the door, though he never knew the sound of his heart cracking would be as loud as the whine of the door's hinges as it opened to reveal her invited guest.
"Good evening, Moka dear!" came a tall, dark haired guy with a red bandana as he brandished a single pink rose which she made a show of graciously accepting it, uttering a quiet 'thank you' as he slyly touched her fingers.
"Thankyou Gin," Moka announced cheerily, her head cocked to the side and her hair draped freely over one shoulder, nervously presenting herself like a nervous schoolgirl, knowing that's how liked it and he indeed liked what he saw as his warm brown eyes appraised her like a piece of meat. "Please come on in."
Tsukune watched as this tall man, Ginei Morioka, stepped right on in as he was told, this former "friend" of theirs from the Academy, a werewolf upper classman who was president of the Newspaper Club they belonged to, yet was a notorious pervert around campus who abused his role to snap photos up girls' skirts; with a cheesy grin always plasterd on his face and the smell of hair gel glistening on his slick hair, he knew he had a thing for Moka, but it wasn't her heart he wanted. To Moka, the tempted grin on his lips was never false whenever he presented himself to her, and only he could wear a black silk shirt with three buttons loose, and a pair of tan colored corduroy pants to make it look dashingly romantic. He had come prepared for an evening with his most sought after conquest, but even this dark haired werewolf had no idea what he had gotten himself into. Casually, but hungrily, he let his eyes wander over her, taking in the way her svelte body was on display with such a snug fitting top and long, toned legs for him to admire.
"I must say, Moka, I am a little surprised that you'd call me up out of the blue like this. You and Tsukune have been at each other's throats, quiet literally. I hope he hasn't left you all alone for some handsome and, dare I say, less reputable man to come and take you. However, if he had, then let me just say you deserver better, much, much bet..."
When she glanced away with blushing cheeks, but a frown on her face, it took Gin a moment to realize that they weren't alone. Tsukune had been taking in the whole ordeal so quietly, that Gin hadn't even noticed he was in the room and Moka had made no pretense that she cared.
"Uh, Tsukune! Hey buddy, I didn't know you were there!" Gin laughed, nervously as he stared into his forelorn eyes. "That last bit well, I didn't mean...Uh, Moka! You didn't tell me he'd be here!"
"...Pay no attention to him, in fact I wanted him to see this," Moka said solemly, yet it sounded so cold and cruel to Tsukune.
It soon dawned on the werewolf just what was going on and with an exapserated sigh, started to turn and leave.
"Moka, I told you once and I'm not gonna tell you again. Don't use me to make Tsukune jeal..."
Pink haired Moka didn't even give Gin a chance to finish as she reached up on to her toes and planted a wet, passionate kiss on him, a kiss she had given Tsukune so many times, and now was giving another man one right infront of his devestated eyes. He wondered if Gin felt the same way whenever they kissed like that, and perhaps this was somehow divine retribution for enjoying said kisses without knowing what it did to Gin, and that was the reason why it was happening like this. They had sought each other for the longest times and had a chemistry that crossed the boundaries of humans and monsters, so perhaps it was the hubris of thinking they were special that Tsukune reasoned they were brought to here, a cross roads for the two lovers where they had come to such an impossible compromise that they decided to put their unbreakable promises to the test, and all with a vampire's pride at stake. She was making a great show of it for his displeasure, could hear the two of them share each other's breaths through their lips, panting as she pushed herself closer into Gin to where her breasts mashed against him and he could see her body react to Gin's touches, letting him run his hands all over her, and when they parted both vampire and werewolf were clearly flushed.
"I'm so glad you realized how much better I am for you," he whispered to her, hands still draped over the small of her back. "I have so wanted you from the very first day I laid eyes on your fine body and that gorgeous face, but why now? And, why infront of him?"
Moka shook her head and looked away in shame and insecurity at the questions. He had a right to know, but she couldn't really bring herself to say anything other than, "If I was to let you father my children, would you keep them away from a human's influence?"
"Come again?" he asked with utter shock in his eyes. He looked at her pleading, green eyes then turned to Tsukune, who looked down and said nothing, and finally back at Moka. "Is this the reason you called me here? You two are fighting about where your children are going to be raised?"
She nodded with her hands clasped infront of her on displayed bosom, both pleading and hoping Gin looks down at her hands so as to get him to agree.
"Tsukune wants them to be involved with his family and his neighborhood, with other humans in general, but I told him I don't want them to associate with anything human. I had the worst time in my life when I was younger dealing with their bigotry, their belief on bullying those who are different from them and an inablity to accept someone who is smarter or better than they are, to respect someone who is superior to them in every way and not hate or belittle them! I won't let my children grow into that, I won't allow him to father them and have a human's mentality to taint the upbringing of the next line of Shuzen!"
It hurt him to hear her say all of that, the pink haired girl who was always so kind hearted and fair minded, instilling words of encouragement to not just him, but to anyone in need of a friend, now she had this elitist personality that it made it seem hard to believe she was the same person.
"Moka," he finally said, his voice still hoarse, but now pained and stressed. "I told you before, I'm willing to let our children be raised in both worlds, but I want them get to know my family, as well."
"They will, when they are old enough and ready for high school at Yokai like I was. By then, they would've been taught and trained enough to be better able to take care of themselves."
"You'd deny my parents their grandchildren, you'd deny my cousin and my aunt and uncle a chance to get to know our kids?"
"I'll deny them the opportunity to know cruelty and intolerance from humans."
"Did you forget, I'm human, too..."
"Werehuman, Tsukune. You're a vampire, now and you should act like it."
"And before I was, when I was still human you had no problems from me."
"You were just...different, we've been over this."
"What about my cousin, Kyouko, she knows you're a vampire and she likes you."
"Gin," Moka turns back to him, flat out ignoring Tsukune, "if I were to have your children, you must let them be raised around my family and stick to my family's influences, okay?"
"Strickly vampires, then?" He looked at her with narrowed eyes.
"Yes," she nodded, her clenched hands pressed even further between her breasts.
"And, would I have to pay child support or anything?"
"No, you don't have to be apart of the child's life. Just give me a baby and allow me to raise it anyway I see fit."
"Well, who am to deny you anything."
He reached for her hands, allowing his fingers to brush between the cleft of her breasts and pulled her close to him.
"I've always wanted to give you anything I could," he said with a gentle kiss to her soft knuckles.
They then kissed again, easily learning the other's touches, their tastes and desires through such a private contact. Tsukune could do nothing but take in everything, offering only that he was all too aware and lucid of this fucking nightmare of his where he watched someone who was once the love of his life lead another man into the bedroom they shared. Gin couldn't help, but toss a smug and triumphant look over his shoulder, and said:
"So, this is the reason you're going to give up the most beautiful and wonderful girl in the world for? You're really going to let this happen when you can choose to end this right here and now!"
"This is your last chance, Tsukune!" Moka called back to him, demanding a little more forcefully this time. "Agree with me or let this happen!"
"I may not be human, anymore," he responded, his voice soft and gravelly, "but I know that doesn't mean all humans see monsters they way you think, I thought you know that once, but I guess I was wrong. I won't deny them what has made me the man I am today, the person you fell in love with, I'd be lying to myself and them."
"You're not going to get what you want from him, lets go," Gin said.
He's right, if Tsukune wishes to remain foolish, then let him. We will make him regret his decision for not stopping us.
"Then it is chosen," Moka said with a pained sigh. "Let's go, Gin."
As she led Gin into the bedroom, the sight of it finally elicited a response from Tsukune, but not one she'd hoped as he shot up off of his couch and yell loud and clear for his mate to hear:
"However, Moka this is your last chance!"
The sudden outburst stopped her in her tracks and she turned around to see an agitated, yet determined Tsukune glaring at the two, fists balled at his sides.
"If you take Gin into our bedroom, then we're through. You and me finished, we will no longer be mates!"
Moka's green eyes looked on in shock and she fully turns toward him like she was roughly twisted about by a threat she thought she'd never hear from him.
"You wouldn't," she mouthed.
"Wouldn't I? I've asked you, begged you, don't do this, now I'm telling you to stop! For godsake you're about to cheat on me over a discussion about children we don't even have yet, Moka it's not worth it!"
"But it is worth it, we're talking about our children's future, and you won't even take it seriously!"
"Then let's talk about it, but not like this!"
"There's nothing more to talk about, Tsukune you either agree with me or..."
"You either stop, Moka or we're through!"
Again, it stopped her train of thought, the idea that the man of her dreams would walk out on her and end their relationship terrified her, even as she held onto Gin's hand.
He won't leave us, he's desperate, but not stupid. He needs us, we made him a vampire and he owes us his life. He'll come round to our way of thinking and apologize for being so foolish.
"C'mon Moka," Gin said impatiently, "are we doing this or what? Let him go, you're better off anyway."
"I...I don't believe you," she said to Tsukune. "You wouldn't leave me."
"You're not leaving much of a choice, Moka. Would you please, please think about what you're doing?"
"...I am."
She returns back to Gin after having wiped the tears from her eyes and pretends that Tsukune's threat was as shallow as her breath.
"Gin, lets go. Help me put an end to a decision we can not come to grips with."
"Sure thing, love," he cooed softly as she led him into their room.
When she turns one last time to Tsukune, she seemed to offer one last look of hope, one last quiet, regretful plea to don't let her do this, to stop her or do something to prevent this madness she was about to commit to. When he locked eyes with her, his instead seemed to silently plead with her to not go through with this, begging her desperately, one last time to stop what she was doing and hoping futily that she would, but it wasn't what she wanted and it made tears flow down her flushed cheeks.
"Would you do me the honors?" she asked Gin after swallowing back a pained sob and trying to make her whispered voice sound thick and seductive.
Gin only had to nod, purposely closing the door behind him slowly, allowing the sliver of light that was the room's only lumination grow smaller and smaller on Tsukune until, with sickening click, there was nothing, he was plunged into darkness where evil sounds were so much clearer. His eyes widened, almost unable to believe what had just happened, not fully comprehending what was happening, but he could hear them from where he was standing. He still hoped that they weren't having sex, hoping against hope that it was all a cruel prank at his expense, so with a trembling body he moved ever closer to the closed door and heard the unmistakable sounds that confirmed all his fears; all hope had died right then and there. Tsukune listened with unintended focus, only a wooden door seperated him the two bodies that started to make slow, accomodating love on the bed he used to enjoy her on. He leaned against the wall and felt himself slide further and further down as he listened to them make love, he could hear the rhythm of his heart, beating feverishly in anguish get drowned out by their sounds as both vampire and werewolf had grown comfortable enough with each other to start moving faster and enthusiastic, rattling the head board against the wall, knocking over a picture or two; the once human was alone now for the first time since he walked down that dark, lonely path. The moans he heard her make only confirmed that she was no longer his Moka, anymore than he was her Tsukune, she had decided on it. The grunts he heard Gin make as he plowed into her hard, the very vibrations of their love making emanating through the walls and through his very body made the man feel beaten and broken, at last defeated as he slowly curled up and rested his trembling hands upon his head. He didn't know what to do, Tsukune knew he shouldn't be there, but he couldn't will himself to get up and leave, the shock leaving him trapped on the floor. For an hour, Tsukune had to endure it and when they had finally sated themselves enough to talk a little to each other, the only thing he could hear was Gin ask:
"Do you think he's still out there?"
"I don't know," Moka's voice said softly, though if there was any nervousness or regrett, his wounded heart beating didn't allow him to hear.
"Do you want me to check?"
Tsukune could hear Moka pulling covers over herself.
"Would you mind?"
"No, not at all?"
The sound of them kissing reached him and it seemed apparent that she only wanted to rub it in his face.
You uncaring..., he thought bitterly. How could you be so heartless?
Suddenly, he bolted up to his feet, his fear and sadness having given way to rage as he waited for the door to open, his breathing coming out heavy, the trembling in his bones having become steady and alert as he could hear Gin's footsteps cross the carpte towards him; he would make sure they got what was coming to them. When the door flung open, Tsukune was bombarded with the disgusting scent of their sex, her's covered all over him while their bedroom wreaked so badly he couldn't even set foot inside without nearly gagging.
"Yeah, he's still here," Gin said, smiling down at him, unapologetically.
The pink haired Moka had made a show of covering herself up in front of Tsukune, as if he was a stranger rather than her lover and they'd met for the very first time. He could tell, by the way her eyes watered and the way her hands trembled as they held the sheets to her chest that she had been crying, but it did little to calm him as he knew this Moka lacked the fortitude to laugh or mock him for allowing things to come to this like the Inner Moka would've, whom he suspected was probably doing so while locked away inside her rosario. Moka nearly gasped as she saw the coldness in Tsukune's eyes, the warm, gentleness she fell in love with years ago, now glaring at her with restrained fury. He had never looked at her in such a way, it shocked her to see he had changed that much in a short amount of time, unsure of how long it had been. She could tell he had been crying, see tears escaping from those fiery orbs, cascading down a chiseled, granite face and down past a mouth clamped shut, while his head lowered menacingly and every muscle in his body tensed as though ready to make a horrifying move. Even Gin looked a little unnerved by what he saw and while Tsukune should've glared at him equally, it was Moka he trained his dark gaze at. Both Moka and Gin didn't have to wonder for long at what he intended to do, as Tsukune raised his right hand, the one that held his rosario wrapped about his clinched fist while his other slowly prepared to remove it. With one movement, it would come loose and both would feel his wrath, he didn't care who heard or what would happen, he could take care of Gin quickly and then Moka.
I'll kill them! I'll kill both of them! his dark thoughts roared in his head.
His hand gripped the rosario angrily and menacingly, ready to pull it off his wrist, but something stopped him. Tsukune couldn't explain it, with every fiber of his being he should kill them or at least do something, but some invisible force stopped him from going through with it and concluded instead that neither was worth it. Feeling half defeated and half angry, he just turns his back to the both of them, walks away from the bedroom towards the door, stops beside the kitchen counter and gaze down at his wedding ring, a gold band that glinted brilliantly against the cold light of their bedroom, where in the center was a small, embedded ruby which matched her eyes, but seemed dull and lifeless in the darkness, this object that was supposed to be the symbol of their unending love and now felt like acid to him. With great pain, he pulls it off, not bothering to read the inscription inside of it which read:
"Tsukune + Moka, till the end of time"
Moka sat there in her sweat and semen soaked sheets and watched him stand there with his head bowed at this ring finger, yanking the wedding band off like it was burning him and then watched him slap it hard onto the counter, where he slid his hand away and inadvertantly slides the ring with him, causing it to bounce along the floor with a few clinks, before rolling to a loud and deafening stop; if there had been any doubt to her before that he had taken off his ring, the sight of it rolling and swirling in a small circle before her very eyes became a very clear indication. Tsukune didn't even bother to notice, he kept walking towards the door, swung it opened and stopped to glance at his wife one last time, his once warm and gentle brown eyes, now just an icy coldness as he locked eyes with her for what seemed like the longest time, the door opened infront of him, cold air wafting into the apartment towards her as his figure stood before the black, rectangular space that beckoned for him. The wedding ring lying on the floor, the darkness in his eyes as he glared at her, and him standing in the doorway with his back to her, all should have been apparent to her: he was leaving her. Moka wanted to call out to him, to tell him to don't go and stay so they can talk it out, but Inner Moka's previous words came back to reassure that he wouldn't walk out on them, he needed them, apparently more than they needed him and would not leave like he warned. Even as he stood there with the door open and his ring glowing on the floor in between them like a discarded piece of trash, she still didn't believe he would ever leave, but without uttering a single word, as there was little he wanted to say to her, he turned his head as his worn out figure disappeared into the wind and brought the door attached to his grip to a crashing slam that nearly rocked every picture hanging from the wall and shuddering every window.
"T-Tsukune?" she whispered. "Tsukune!"
She called out his name, expecting him to come back, but there was no Tsukune, he had left the apartment and he had left her, there was nothing of him now, but the parting smell of his scent mixed in with the pungent stench of her sex with Gin, and his wedding ring on the floor.
"Forget about him," Gin said smuggly. "Good riddance, I say."
Moka, however didn't listen to him, she flung the covers off herself and raced past Gin after him while still naked, flinging open the doors and coming to the opposite railing.
"TSUKUNE!" she screamed out into the night with anguish and desperation. "YOU JUST HAD TO SAY YES! ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS SAY YES AND NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED! WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST AGREE WITH ME! TSUKUNE, COME BACK!"
Even as he walked away from her, straight into the surrounding darkness, it was all she could think to say to him. She half wanted to go after him, half wanted to chase him down and hug him even in her unclean state.
He will come back, said Inner Moka. He just needs to cool off and think about what he's done. When he realizes how foolish he's been, he will return. Let him go and wait for his return.
Outer Moka was on the verge of crying, she had never done anything like this to him before and fearfully wondered if she hadn't driven her Tsukune away. But, then she felt strong arms wrap themselves comfortingly about her thin, sticky waist and start to pull herself into a warm body.
"Hey, hey, it's gonna be okay," he said softly into her ears. "Gin's here and he's never gonna leave you. Now, why don't you come inside, it's kinda chilly out here. Not that I'm complaining, I like what it's doing to your nipples, but we really better go inside."
Gin is here, now, Moka thought gloomily as she reluctantly let him start to lead her away from the railing, only to come face to face with a most unexpected observer.
"Ms. Aono?" asked a little old lady in a floral night robe, standing outside her open door.
"M-Ms. Tsubaki," Moka stammered as she found herself staring at the shocked eyes of their landlady who lived next door to them. She soon realized to her horror that the shock of Tsukune slamming the door, her screaming out his name, and perhaps even her and Gin's love making had not only aroused the old woman from her room, but may have alerted all of their other neighbors to what was going on. It was then that she realized that both she and Gin were standing outside, completely naked for all to see.
"...I just saw your husband storm by," Ms. Tsubaki said, looking at the two of them with both shock, and a growing sense of utter disgust.
Ashamed, Moka ran back inside, while Gin just smiled at the reviled old woman, casually strutting back in and seemingly beckoning her to come have some of what he had to offer. Once inside, Moka stood in the living room, shuddering at the whole ordeal and trying to keep herself steady when she happened to glance down at Tsukune's discarded wedding band, still lying where he'd left it. Believing that he would still want it back, that he wasn't serious about leaving it behind and should at least hold on to it until he returns, she tries to pick it up, but happens to notice a fat gob of semen, Gin's semen sliding down her leg; the werewolf had pretty much sprayed his whole essence all over crotch and inside of her during intercourse that she was now a mess, and now that trail of semen seemd to snake it's way down her leg towards what supposed to be the symbol of her love to Tsukune, lying at her foot.
"Man, what a night," Gin came in laughing triumphantly and patting her on the butt. "Bet the whole neighborhood got a good show! How about we go for an epic finish, huh?"
He wraps his arms around her and presses her ass cheeks against his dick as she just stood there staring at the ring.
Oh god, what have I done? she thought as a wave of emotion suddenly gripped her.
There was an October wind blowing in, an autumn chill that felt more like winter to Tsukune as he walked around the darkened streets in only a sports T-shirt and jeans, folding his arms about himself was all he could do to brace againts it's stinging bite, having fled his home without thinking to bring a jacket. He didn't care about getting sick or even know where he was going, just wandered about aimlessly in the darkness, the streets deserted all around him with hardly a single soul out, but him. It reminded him of that day, when he was dumped at Yokai academy and forced to walk down that dark, lonely path, unsure of what to expect and so alone until Moka showed up. He hadn't felt that way since then, but for the first time since that day he was alone and it saddened him even more.
Did he deserve this? Was this his fault? He didn't know, Tsukune just kept walking as far as his sneakers could take him, until his feet began to feel sore and his clammy skin became almost as numb as he himself started to feel, when he found himself inside an empty park and parked himself on a nearby bench. His legs felt worn, but his heart still hurt with a fresh, lingering pain that radiated throughout his entire being, and yet he knew he couldn't go anywhere to alleviate it. Tsukune thought walking away from his torment would help, but that didn't work, and then it suddenly hit him: there was nowhere he could go, even if he wanted, much less anyone he could call. He didn't want to go back to his parents or call his cousin Kyokou, he felt too embarrassed to show his face around them and plus, he knew Moka would try to look for him there, considering she even wanted to look for him at all. As for his friends, after graduation he and Moka had simply lost touch with them. Both Ruby and Yukari continued to work at Yokai Academy, where as Mizore had entered into an arranged marriage. She took his marriage to Moka hard, yet supported the two of them, nonetheless, choosing to love him from afar, while moving onto marry a fellow snowman who blessed her with twin girls; a grand achievement for her people who suffered from a poor birthrate. Kurumu, however didn't take the news so well, as her antics to win his heart grew even more aggressive, even after they had become bloodmates and consumated their union. The last time he saw her, she had broken into their honeymoon suite in Hawaii, posing as a maid to gain entry and trying to see him while Moka was out, to convince him to come away with her and even resorted to using her charm abilities to do get Tsukune to kiss her, which would've made him her love slave forever, until Moka returned before that happened. What happened after that was a blur, but when the dust settled people were hurt, property was damaged, and the last fleeting image of Kurumu was grainy footage of her flying away on her large wings caught on someone's camera phone and downloaded on Youtube; fortunately it was dismissed as hoax, but it came close to revealing the world of monsters, and he hadn't seen or heard from her since. All the girls who liked him, perhaps more so than Moka, whom out of all them he chose, were made sure not to be kept up with at all, while the only "friend" they had kept in touch with was Gin, he realized to his bitter irony.
Tsukune thought about just renting out a hotel room until something else came up or, he shuddered to think he went back to their apartment, fishes out his wallet, and opens it where, underneath a flap he sees a photo of the two of them, he and Moka, hugging each other and smiling for the camera. It didn't take him long to remember moment as having taken place at the zoo a few months back, back when they were still happy, before the arguement that destroyed their marriage. Seeing their smiling faces, without a single care in the world, added fresh scars to his already scarred heart and he felt something stir inside of him, a sensation that grew more and more violent until his hands started to shake violently and caused him to drop his wallet that sent everything inside scattering to the ground. He tried to gather up everything, money, cards and all before the wind had a chance to blow it all away and leave him with nothing, but as he scooped nearly every spilled content, something white caught his eye and picked up to see it was some kind of business card. On it was a cell phone number and a name, a name he thought he'd never see or hear again and added a new emotion his pain: that of a chill running up his spine. He had forgotten that he was given one of her cards back when he was still this person's puppet and made to keep in contact during their many, uncomfortable rendevous, but it had been so long ago since then that he hadn't even remembered it was still in his wallet until now.
He began to wonder if Moka had found it and assumed he was still talking to this person, and why she suddenly started acting the way she did and slept with Gin? If so, then she made no hint about it. Still, was he that desperate that he would call such a person? He knew how she felt about Moka and the lengths she would go to hurt her, and a darker part of him secretly wanted some measure of revenge after tonight, but to call this woman, was it worth it? He had no one to turn to, no number he could call and seek refuge from the darkness surrounding him and yet, there was a number to call, and whether it was still in service or she had gotten a new number was unknown, but all he knew was that he had to talk to someone as there was no where else to go, but further down into the pit. Tsukune got out his cell phone and began dialing without hesitating further. With nervous fingers he lifted the phone to his ear and listened. At first, for a brief moment there was only silence, but then a dial tone emerged, a sound that filled him with a heavy dread as it implied that it was still a working number. He half wanted to hang up the phone before who ever was on the other end finally answered it, wondering if this was a mistake and he shouldn't be doing this, but another part of him told him that there was no going back, that who ever answered might not be her and even so could have caller I.D., anyway. Tsukune had little choice, but to wait with baited breath for the person to pick up the phone, waiting for what seemed like forever as the ringtone continued sounding off again and again.
Maybe she wasn't home, he thought with almost a faint hope.
"Hello," came a female voice on the other end.
It terrified him to hear that voice, as even after all this time he recognized it was her, his worst fears confirmed and now was left nearly speechless, his breathing heavy and panicky.
"Who is this?" she asked impatiently. "If you are wasting my time with a prank I will find out who this is and I will..."
"...R-Ria," he said weakly.
"...Tsukune? Tsukune Aono?"
How, how did she know it was me? he freaked.
"Y-yes...it's me."
"Oh me, oh my," she said, a signature phrase of hers that he recognized all too well and dreaded, "brother, it has been awhile, how have you been?"
He didn't know what to tell her, everything had happened so fast, even calling Ria up seemed a little spur of the moment.
"Is everything alright, brother?" she inquired with a little hint of curiosity. "I do admit, after we last met I'd find it odd you would call me out of the blue and at this late hour? I do hope things are alright? Oh, and that reminds me, how is my dear sister? Does she know you are talking to me? She might not take too kindly towards that."
"...That's...that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Moka and I...things aren't working out between us."
"Oh me, oh my, trouble in paradise, is it?"
"We...we're having some problems...and..."
"Oh," she said with a clear feign of sympathy, clear enough for him. "Can't help but tell you I told you so. I offered you so much more, but you did choose my sister as your bloodmate, afterall. Really, you have no else to blame, but yourself."
"I know...I know."
"You sound clearly distressed, is everything okay?"
"Um...Ria I know the last time we met wasn't pleasant, that I turned you down and we didn't part on the best of terms, but...is there anyway you can get to where I am? I'd really like to talk to you in person."
"I don't know, brother dear, it could be a hassle and I am busy."
"Please, Ria, I need to talk to somebody and you were the only person I could call," Tsukune said as his emotions almost began trickling out, his eyes closed tightly as he braced himself for what came out. "I have no one else to turn to now, no where else to go! Moka and I...you were right. You were right about everything and I know I hurt you in the past, but now...I'm begging you Ria, I really need you now! So, could you please get here?"
He never held the phone as tightly as he did that night, unbelieving that he was even saying this at all, let alone to Ria, and had Tsukune been in his vampiric state the strength of his grip would've crushed the phone into smithereens. There was a pause on the other end, but he could tell with depressing feeling that Ria was enjoying hearing his defeated grovelling and wondered what she would say to drive home this point, further.
"Well, brother dear, I think I can see what I can do. Really, all you had to do was summon for me, you are my father's intended heir after all, I was only joking, though I am flattered. Now, lets see, oh yes I think I can trace your call from where I am, don't worry brother, I'll find you."
The last comment disturbed him, greatly but he couldn't be choosy who his friends were at this point.
"Thank you, Ria."
"Don't sweat it, we are family after all. I'm sure whatever issues the two of you are experiencing, I will humbly do my best to alleviate your woes. Just stay put and I'll be on my way, brother dear. See in a while."
With a click, Ria ends the call and the tall, elegant looking woman begins casually walking down a long corridor, and down a series of stone steps into a darkened cellar like atmosphere. Ria's suave, curved body clothed in a black, tight fitting dress that ran from her neck to her ankles snaked along this dungeon like room, her high heeled boots tapping loudly and echoeing all about until she reached a cell to her left. There, the dark haired vampiress, her incredibly long black hair blending in against the shadows, leaving only a white, grinning face hovering in the darkness, leaned forward against the bars, leather gloved hands gripped the bars like an excited child looking at a caged animal. Her ruby red lips began to part, with evil dark eyes shinning brilliantly, eager to spill everything to her caged, little pet who crouched on the floor below her sinister form.
"Oh me, oh my, I just had an interesting chat with Tsukune. He seemed most troubled about something, and he needed me so badly, mm. I wonder, what on earth did you do to him sister, that would make him want to seek me out?"
Ria's prisoner began to look up from the floor, kneeling in vomit, her long pink hair matted and dishevelled, her face tear stained and dirty, glared up at her with venom in her once, warm green eyes.
"