Alright, welcome to my latest kooky concoction. Lets kick this off with warnings. This is a butterfly effect story with many AU elements. Tsukune is a 50 year old vampire, what difference does that change in the story? Everything. It is a crossover with Shiki, meaning I will take a few characters from that, pop them in as supporting cast/antagonists/protagonists, the Shiki plot won't be touched upon heavily and you won't need watch/read it beforehand, although it is a great anime/manga and I recommend it. Tsukune is NOT a R+V vampire, he is a part of a vampire species strongly resembling Bram Stoker's own. I will go into more depth with biology/mythology at the end of the chapter.
I do have OCs, but I have run them through many Mary Sue tests, and they don't steal time away from the main protagonist. I wish that you would take this with an open mind. The hate for OCs is justified here due to all of the horrible Mary Sue fics, but I assure you, mine aren't like others.
If I include romance, and that's a heavy if, Tsukune won't be shipped with any of his 'harem members'. If I include any main character romance, Tsu will be shipped with some minor character, a Shiki character (heavier if than the romance itself), or an OC.
More author's notes at the end. Cheers.
I am Tsukune Aono, and I am a living vampire.
No, I wasn't always this way.
I was once a human, but that was years ago.
Now all I do is wait. For something to happen.
And that something is here.
In 1973, at 15 years old, I became a target. Not for a rapist, nor for a criminal, not even for a company needing labor. No, I had become a target for a vampire.
I was thin, but tall, straight black hair, with tan skin.
She was the most lovely thing. A girl, maybe looking a year older than myself at the time. She seemed to be from a western country. Long blonde hair, pale unblemished skin. But her eyes, they didn't even look human. Pure black, no hint of color, just a pair of dark voids that you could fall into and never come out.
She captivated me from the start, when I was walking home from the park, where I liked to watch the sunset before heading home to sleep.
The idea of being attacked, at the time, was not even within my comprehension. By a vampire nonetheless. It didn't pass through my mind as she begged expertly for a place to stay the night.
Alice. It was her name just as beautiful as she. No last name, just Alice.
Each night for four days, she visited my room. For the first two, I met her in park just after the sun had set. Each time, I would let her in. We would talk about mundane things. The weather, a few stories, maybe share opinions on various issues. We would just sit and enough each other's presences until the small hours of the morning. It was nice, in a morbid way. I didn't have to hold back with her. Knowing that you are going to die can do that. But each night it ended with her fangs in my neck and my blood drained.
It didn't really hurt, but it wasn't a pleasant feeling. Something akin to pins and needles spreading through your veins.
Looking back on it, I guess I didn't care much about my life, seeing as I was willingly throwing it away.
On the third night, despite my exhaustion, I got up and opened the window without being told.I knew I was going to die. I had accepted it. I was just going to enjoy as much of my remaining hours as I could.
On the fourth night, all I could do was tell her to come in. My window slid open and she was at my bedside. She spoke to me that night about how she lived, "It isn't that bad, this life I mean," she started, "Once you know what to look for in prey, it's easy to pick one off the streets and eat," at the time, I was slightly offended, if only just. She looked me dead in the eyes, our gaze meeting. "I have a feeling you'll come back. I usually don't offer charity, but due to your good spirit, I will teach you how to go about living without living." She didn't say might, or maybe, she solidly said she would. Like I would survive. I couldn't comprehend much at that point and I passed out as her fangs sunk into my neck for the fourth time.
Ten hours later, the middle of the day, I shot up, gasping for breath, eyes wide from what seemed like a nightmare. I fell back onto my pillow, weak from a head rush. My thoughts wandered after that for a good while. Why wasn't I dead? I stretched my arm out and into the beam of sunlight pouring in from the window. Why wasn't I blistering and burning like Alice said I would?
So I sat there until nightfall. And ended up pulling out, ironically enough, Bram Stoker's Dracula. I was three quarters if the way through before I started for the day, and between 5 and midnight, I managed to finish the book.
When I finished the book, I reflected on it, attempting to see things through the Count's point of view. And then I realised how ironic the situation was. Vampires, the nightly visits, everything is the same. So I laughed for a little while. After getting back from the restroom, Alice was waiting, lying flat on my small bed, hair splayed out under her.
Without looking up, she spoke, a quiet whisper, something barely audible, "And how are you still alive, Tsukune?"
Finding my voice, I responded. "I don't know, you said I should be dead or back, not simply alive." I had experienced so much shock in the last week that I wasn't even phased by the words that passed through my lips.
"There are horror stories that we have, you know," She whispered icily, still not moving an inch. "Living vampires, abominations, evil creatures. As strong as us, with none of the weaknesses." Ice felt like it was being injected into my veins as I put what she had said together. She rose from the bed, defying gravity. Her left foot touched the ground, the soft baby blue, the color of her whole outfit, material making a soft, yet far too loud sound upon scraping the carpet. The right followed in the same fashion. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, just as the sound of her footsteps slammed against the walls, and into my ears.
"They can't be allowed to live," And with her final word, she charged, fingers turned into claws and fangs bared. Each detail seared into my mind, I reacted quicker than I thought I ever could, turning enough to let her slip past me, and extending my arm to catch her clawed hand. I charged forward, her arm caught in my steel grip. The wall shook as her small frame slammed against it, her breath leaving her with a sharp gasp. Moving quickly, I secured her free arm and trapped her body against the wall, leaving no room for movement. She struggled, but apparently I was stronger.
A prickling at my gums told me that my mouth was now a weapon as well. And suddenly, I was so thirsty. It was unbearable, like my throat was made of sandpaper. Despite the lack of a heartbeat, I could feel the blood flowing through Alice's veins. It moved on its own, not needing a muscle to do the work. I wanted it. I needed it. I didn't care if I had any attachments with the girl, she was a liability and had something I wanted.
Roughly and instinctively, I reached my mouth to her neck and bit down, not caring if her blonde curls got in the way. As soon as my newly grown fangs roughly punctured her porcelain skin, they retracted, leaving bleeding wounds for me to enjoy. It was like an explosion of flavor in my mouth, like nothing I had ever tasted. Unbelievably sweet, yet it held the same coppery taste the blood always had.
Before long, Alice's struggles had stopped, and after that, the blood stopped flowing.
As I came back to reality from my blood induced haze, I started to realise what I'd done. I'd killed her. My only hope of learning how to live like this, dead. By my hands. I lifted my hands to my face, fingernails turned into bloodied claws. These hands had taken a life, far from innocent, but a life nonetheless. And I had enjoyed every second of it.
So I ran. Away from her death, away from my family, away from my very face.
The next night, three towns over, the moon, completely full, shined down upon me for the first time since the transformation. It was a nightmare. I had lost control of my hunger completely and something primal came up, aching to be let out. And I couldn't stop it. Fur grew, bones shifted, and I fell down to four legs. It was my first night as an animal.
The next morning, I still wasn't a human again. It was horrific, the possibility of not having a body. And so I looked at the face of one of the less gored victims, memorizing the panes and wrinkles of his face, until I felt human again. Average features, shaggy brown hair, utterly average. Nothing like my old face.
The face that awaited me in the mirror the next day wasn't my own. In a way, it was fascinating, having a completely new face, but at the same time, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't bring back my original face.
Over the years, I learned how to manipulate the transformations, warping my face more, ever so slightly, each time. The art of transforming was as simple as thinking hard about a bat or a wolf. A indescribably mental trigger was pulled, and I was an animal. Changing back was the hard part. You can easily imagine a wolf or a bat, but what about your own body. You never pay attention to it, you don't know each and every little thing, you can't get it the same twice.
My lack of aging got to me after a year. At first, it was amazing, I would never have to grow old. But than I came to the conclusion that I would never have respect, always being a fifteen year old.
Three years after my transformation, I decided to travel the mountains of Japan. Feeding on animals and staying in the transformed state of a wolf. The only thing I brought were a change of clothes and a picture of my new face. Somewhat of a funny image, a wolf with a backpack.
I came across a village by the name of Sotoba in the middle of winter. It wasn't a horrible winter, rather mild actually.
But I decided to stick around for a while. I was getting slightly bothered by living off of only liquids and raw flesh and walking on four legs. It made me feel unhuman. Although I had come to terms with my vampirism, I still wanted to be human, whatever that meant, even if I could just feel human once in a while, it was enough.
While there, I befriended a shrinekeeper's son who was about my physical age. Seishin Muroi, a lanky silver haired boy. He wanted to go to university and pursue a career in writing.
The only thing I didn't like about Sotoba was the small community. I couldn't feed off any humans because of it. If a wave of anemia broke out in the town, they would start taking blood samples. Those would be sent to a large hospital or lab when they couldn't figure out what was wrong, and after experimentation, vampires would be exposed to the world.
At one point in time, Seishin caught me feeding in the woods on two legs. I didn't pursue when he fled. He was a smart boy and didn't tell anybody.
When I came to the shrine the next day, the silver haired boy pulled me aside. Despite my race, I valued his friendship, no mater how short it would last. I really didn't want to hurt him, but I would if I needed to.
Fortunately he found it nothing but intriguing. In fact, he actually grabbed a notepad and started quoting me and jotting down ideas of his own. He was planning on writing about vampires.
I chuckled and answered his questions to the best of my ability. I told him about myself, and all I knew about vampires. It was somewhat refreshing to let it all out. To know another person knew about the curse, without being infected themselves.
I told him about the undead, and I told him about the daywalkers. The painful transformations, and the blood.
Seishin even offered his blood to me. At first I was shocked and denied. But he insisted and I ultimately gave in. It was just too hard to resist.
As soon as I bit into his arm, I knew he was different. His blood had something in it that I couldn't describe. It seemed... Volatile. Changeable. It was flexible.
Every Saturday, Seishin gave me blood for a good three months. But I had to leave. I was living in the forest with no parents for five months and hadn't changed at all. At fifteen, boys tend to be changing quite a bit, and I was not changing at all.
I left one night, leaving a note to say I would write.
I stayed off the beaten road and traveled for days on end as a wolf.
A wolf with a backpack on would be an odd sight I do admit, but it got the job done.
I had written to Seishin, and I got a postal box, we wrote back and forth for many years. But in 1995, he stopped responding. To be honest, I felt somewhat hurt. We had been friends for years, long distance, but friends nonetheless.
But that was years ago.
Almost a year ago, I was taken in by a couple. The Aonos. They were young, no more than 26, fresh out of university.
Kasumi, the wife, found me sleeping one morning on a park bench on her way to her job as a waitress at a small cafe nearby. I had actually just went to sleep, but she woke me up and insisted that I come home with her after she found out about my lack of a home.
I never really understood why she bothered. I wasn't badly dressed, nor was I thin. Enthralling and shifting did wonders for both.
But she took me in as one of her own. I was honestly confused at why she did this. I never did anything for her, but apparently she was just kind enough to do so.
Her husband, Koji, was just as nice. They were quite eccentric, but they were good people.
Initially, I panicked when Kasumi enrolled me into junior high. I looked around a year older than most of the children there. It was a frightening experience, and a couple students had odd scents.
One, a burly guy who looked around 6 foot already, smelled strongly of upturned soil and granite. Hotaka Ishii. He was a good guy with a strong moral code. I could respect him.
Another, a relatively small red haired girl, smelled strongly of ashes. Sumiko Takeda. She was fiery, and was quite cute. I honestly thought about asking her out during the year, but each time, my thoughts of my immortality prevented me from it.
It wasn't that their scents were unappealing, but they didn't smell human. At times, I honestly wanted to just take a small bite and see what they tasted like.
I made sure to keep tabs on the both of them throughout the year.
Towards the end of the year, I attempted to befriend both of them. It was honestly out of curiosity, maybe hope for another long lasting friendship. Hotaka came easily, but it took time to get Sumiko to open up.
When it came time for the exit exams, I was caught off guard and without blood. I was addicted and I hadn't had my fix. I ended up failing the test.
After I ended up getting my fix, from a nameless young girl a year younger than I looked, it all slammed down on me. It wasn't that I cared about going to highschool, but Kasumi wanted me to pass. Knowing her, she would have made me retake the year. I genuinely felt sad.
I hadn't felt that sad in ages. I hadn't even felt much of any strong emotions for the past decade. It was glorious, feeling an emotion so strong. I didn't want to disappoint her!
On the last day of school, I was walking to what I called home, along with Sumiko and Hotaka. They were talking about a school called Yokai Academy.
I needed to bring it up. Their apparent lack of humanity. Curiosity had me, and it would most likely be the last time I would see them. It was bittersweet.
So I decided to be blunt, nothing to lose, and after mastering the form of a bat, I doubt they could chase me down if things took a turn for the worst.
"I hear there is an extensive cub system," Hotaka stated, mostly aimed at Sumiko.
Sumiko smiled at that. "Sounds fun," she responded. "Say, Tsukune, where are you going for highschool?" I was caught slightly off guard by the question in my planning.
"Me? I don't know. I didn't score terribly well on my exams," I said, running a hand through my hair. "I'll be lucky if I don't have to repeat a grade," it was true, and I would hate to disappoint Koji and Kasumi. I really did like them.
"Wow, that sucks, eh Tsuk?" Hotaka said, trying to lighten the mood a bit.
Sucks, I had always found that exclamation humorous, given my race.
"Yeah, just a bit, I'm hoping that some school will take me in before I run out of time," I scratched the back of my head, a habit I picked up a few years back. "So what are you guys?" I asked bluntly. Hotaka raised an eyebrow, while Sumiko stiffened a bit.
Sumiko, always the defensive one, interjected quickly with, "We're human, idiot! What do you expect? Dragons?" She spoke to fast and too defensively, it was her tick. She was an absolutely horrible liar.
Hotaka was making subtle gestures at Sumiko, most likely telling her to stop making the situation worse. I gave a smirk, knowing they were caught. "The nose knows," I tapped my nose for emphasis. "I wouldn't call myself normal, nor would I call you normal."
It felt odd and uncomfortable not knowing what was going to happen.
Hotaka spoke up, attempting to redeem the situation. They really were trying to keep it a secret. But I was having none of it, I was on the offensive. "Well, what does your nose smell, oh great sniffer?"
"Fire and earth. And I ask again, what are you?" I responded.
The earthy smelling boy held a stone face for a few moments, before a grin split his face. I was legitimately confused for a moment. "Jeez, Tsuk, why didn't you just say that you're with us? Woulda been a lot simpler!"
But Sumiko apparently didn't like this development much, and exclaimed, "Hotaka, what are you doing!? He's not one of us!"
This made Hotaka's smile drop. Sensing the situation going downhill, I quickly hopped back a few steps, they turned and didn't look friendly. Sumiko must be able to sense something about a human that makes them human. I really didn't want a fight I was unprepared for, and didn't want to have to hurt the people I called friends. "You want proof that I'm like you?" I asked, to defuse the situation, or to plan a method of attack or escape. I pulled back my gums and let my fangs come down.
"Nice try, fake, but I could sense a vampire from a mile away!" Sumiko shouted, disregarding the fact that we weren't really in a secluded place. "You don't even have a monster's fire!" So that's what she could sense. It didn't help my situation, but it helped curb my curiosity.
"I don't want trouble, I just want to know why my friends are keeping secrets." It was pointed, and I knew that both of them valued friendship. I followed home with, "Please, let me prove it to you, I can easily do it."
Hotaka looked pleadingly at Sumiko, and I silently prayed to whatever god might be listening that Sumiko would cave under the pressure.
The fiery girl gave a loud and frustrated sigh. "Fine, come back to my place, you have an hour before I torch you." It was better than I could hope for.
I smiled warmly, closing my eyes. When I opened them, they were the black voids with a ring of red that were so common among the undead. "How much do you know about vampires?" I asked innocently. We continued on our trek, now to Sumiko's house.
As it turned out, both Hotaka and Sumiko both knew quite a bit about vampires. But not my kind of vampire. I honestly wouldn't even call their form of vampire a vampire. No weakness to sunlight, no psychic powers, no turning, no subtlety. They had sheer power, and more crippling weaknesses than I could count on both hands. Water of all things as well. I would rather be a normal vampire than one of theirs.
"Huh, well those don't sound anything like any vampire I've ever met..." I deadpanned. It was true. After turning, I had come into contact with at least a few dozen of my kind, not hard to do when you know where to look.
"Vampires come in two varieties," I started. Hotaka seemed quite intrigued, but Sumiko huffed and turned away. She was probably mad that I was 'faking'. "Normal and Jinrou, or werewolf."
Sumiko looked unconvinced and spoke her mind about it as well. "How can a vampire be a werewolf?" She accused.
"I'm getting to it. If you've read Dracula, you know about the normal variety. Retractable fangs, burning in the sun, psychic powers, all of it." I always did enjoy the part where people are amazed at the truth within fiction. Sadly, it only came from Hotaka, who was listening quite intently.
"A jinrou is vampire who didn't die. A living vampire. While werewolf would be an incorrect term, as we can transform into a wolf or bat, the wolf is always the first, and the easiest. Shifting into a small winged mammal from a human state is quite hard,"
"'We'? As in you are a jinrou'?" Hotaka used air quotes around 'jinrou'.
"Yes, and I can prove it to you when we get to a secluded spot." I stated confidently. I intended to show them one of my transformations, or maybe enthrall a cat.
"I look forward to it, and after you fail, I'm gonna roast you." Sumiko snapped, just as confidently.
"Screw her, I hope you prove her wrong, Tsuk," Hotaka's friendship has to be one of the most valuable things I could have asked for at the moment.
"Don't worry, I will." I reassured him. Sumiko huffed.
"Mom! I'm home!" Sumiko shouted as soon as she entered the door. "Hotaka's here, and Tsukune thinks he's a vampire!" I resisted the urge to facepalm.
Sumiko's mother appeared in a flash. Literally, smoke and all. It startled me, and I bared my fangs as a warning, daring the woman to come closer. It was instinctive, and I quickly snapped out of it, forcing me fangs back. She had never done that before. "Afternoon, Hikari." I said nonchalantly, rubbing the back of my head, still fingering the mental trigger to grow claws and a mouthful of nasty teeth.
Hikari was Sumiko's mother. She looked quite young, and shared the bright red hair that her daughter had. The resemblance was uncanny at times. "So you've got fangs, and they don't look fake," I was hopeful that she would help me out here. "But you aren't a vampire." My hope fell.
"Do you think we could sit down?" Hikari nodded, "And maybe tell your daughter not to 'fry me'?"
Hikari turned to Sumiko. "Sumiko, no burning people in the house." Said girl looked down slightly with a flushed face. I almost laughed, but refrained, there is a time and place for humor, and I wasn't feeling it.
"Why don't we all have a seat in the kitchen, sort things out the right way?" Hikari suggested. My shoulders slumped in relief as we all walked into her kitchen. Open and bright with a decent sized table to the side. I liked the design.
Hotaka fell into a chair with a loud sigh, while Sumiko and I were quite a bit subtler. Hikari went to grab water for us, pulling four glasses from a cupboard. She filled three at the sink and gave one to Hotaka and Sumiko. I waited for mine, but she went to a drawer and pulled out a knife. My brow furrowed. Until she raised her hand above the last empty glass, I was confused.
"You don't have to!" I quickly started, but Hikari disregarded me and the scent of blood filled the air. Not human, but blood nonetheless. It made my mouth water. The glass filled up slowly.
In the distance, I heard Sumiko yell something, but I couldn't hear it. I was hungry. I kept my eyes on the glass, pupils dilating. The crimson fluid slowly stopped flowing from the head haired woman's wrist, as the wound closed before my eyes. The glass was around half full.
"Judging by your reaction, I would say that you really want this," Hikari stated, swirling the glass, red covering the inside, slowly trickling down from the sides into the main mass of liquid just as fast as the swirling motion pushed it back up.
Finding my voice among my hunger, I responded. "Yes please, ma'am."
Far too slowly she walked to the table with the glass full of the delicious red liquid.
She set the glass down in front of me, before dragging a chair back to sit down. "Drink up."
It was all the confirmation I needed before I could take the glass and bring it to my lips, having the first sweet taste. It was hotter than normal blood, and even better tasting. The heat, mixed with a higher than human blood sugar content made the crimson liquid absolutely exquisite. I shuddered in delight as my fangs slid across the glass, leaving small visible gashes.
Too soon, all of the delicious liquid was gone and I returned to my senses. Immediately, I felt uncomfortable. Everyone was staring at me. My tongue slipped out to catch a drop of remaining blood from my bottom lip.
"You have sweet blood," I blurted out. "Fruity."
"Well, he's not human." Hikari stated, sounding sure. "What human could hold a glass of blood down, let alone tell what I've eaten in the last few hours?" Hikari told her daughter.
"But he doesn't have a monster's fire!" Sumiko snapped back, eyes glowing a bright orange. Hikari didn't like that much and immediately took on a parental scolding face.
"Does it matter about his fire? What about shapeshifters or ghouls that turn into humans?" She hammered. "You haven't been around long enough to know a monster that doesn't have a flame, so don't make assumptions." Sumiko looked down, ashamed.
"Sorry, mom." She said weakly. Hikari turned to me.
"As for you, what are you? I don't like my daughter hanging around the nasty type." Huh, racial divisions within monster culture, If I intended to get into their world, it might be tricky.
"I'm a vampire, Hikari. A jinrou specifically." Hikari have a huff of disbelief.
"I've seen my fair share of vampires, Tsukune, you aren't one." I almost slapped myself, I had completely forgotten about that, the intake of knowledge and the last remains of blood in my mouth making it hard to remember such details.
"Oh, I've heard about your kind of vampire, I'm not one. It's an infection more than a race. Humans killed by a vampire have a chance at dying and turning into one, dying period, or turning into a jinrou." I paused to take a breath. "I got lucky, turned into a jinrou.
"We stay close knit and I'm not surprised that you haven't heard of us. The few that I stay in touch with haven't mentioned anything about other monsters, just jinrou and themselves."
"Believable enough, and I'm not one to pry. Me and Sumiko here are phoenixes, and it's not my place to tell what Hotaka is." Hikari said. It would easily explain the regeneration and the flash. Hotaka shrugged.
"I'm from a family of elementals. My alignment is earth, my mother's is ice, and my father's is lightning." He said. This had panned out exactly as I had hoped. I wasn't dead, and my friendship was intact.
"You don't mind keeping my race close to chest, do you?" I asked the group. "You seem well read and didn't know about us, I would like us to stay a secret. If you don't mind, of course."
Hotaka nodded and Hikari spoke up. "Sure, you seem alright. We'll keep your secret, won't we, Sumiko?" She gave her daughter a slightly pointed glance. Sumiko nodded in submission.
A genuine smile graced my lips. "Thanks guys, you're a real lifesaver."
After that, we discussed Hotaka and Sumiko's tuition for the next few years. It was a place called Yokai Academy, a boarding school for monsters to help them fit into human society. It seemed like a good idea, after what I'd heard about some of the other races and how they got along with humans. They hybrids sounded like a downright nasty bunch. While I felt sorry for them, I couldn't find justifications for some of their outrage.
Hikari offered to get me the paperwork to apply, but it required your monster type. I didn't want to give it out to a culture of beings that seem even less hospitable than humans. And my thoughts were brought back to schooling and my lack of it.
"Thanks for the drink, Hikari, see you later Sumiko!" I shouted over my shoulder, a smile on my face. Hikari waved with a smile, and Sumiko gave a small wave as well.
"Yeah, thanks for having us," Hotaka said.
And we started walking. Hotaka's house was a few blocks down from mine, so we generally walked home together after seeing Sumiko home. I suppose it would be the last time. The thought made me sad, as the odds were that I would never see Sumiko or Hotaka again after they left for highschool. I briefly considered going back and asking Hikari for the forms, disregarding what little code of honor vampires had. But I quickly put the thought behind me.
"So?" Hotaka asked, expectantly.
"So?" I repeated, questioning his word.
"So, what are you going to do now? You know about our world, and we know about yours, what are you going to do now?" He asked. My mood took a one-eighty at that question.
I thought about it for a moment before responding. "Well, I guess I'll hope to get into highschool and live with Koji and Kasumi until they suspect something's wrong with my growth," I said, somewhat somber. I had never thought about what I was going to do after this year. I enjoyed it too much. So normal, I didn't have to keep myself from enjoying the presence of others.
"I honestly pity you, Tsukune." His words hit hard, but I could easily see where he came from. Immortality is nothing but pain and loneliness. "Why don't you just join in with monster society? We live a lot longer than humans, some just don't age period."
"I don't need it, I've been fine for the past 40 years, I can last a lot longer." I stated bitterly. It was a blatant lie, and I hoped that Hotaka couldn't see through it. The conversation dropped, veiling the air with an awkward silence.
We neared Hotaka's home, and walked up his driveway. Just before he closed the door he called out. "I can read you like a book, keep in touch, alright?"
A small smile passed over my lips as I nodded. Though I would never admit it, I was grateful for Hotaka's support and friendship. He always knew what to say without going overboard. Just enough to make a difference in somebody's mood.
I reflected in silence as I walked the rest of the way home. I ended up staying at Sumiko's later than I thought, and now the sun was starting to set. It was a beautiful evening.
"Kasumi, I'm home!" I shouted as I closed the door. I set my backpack down by the coat rack, disregarding the rule that I should put in my room.
"Don't call me Kasumi!" Said woman shouted from the kitchen, I could smell her cooking. It smelled like some sort of chicken was tonights meal, it was always delicious. Better than blood. She always got home before Koji, and always had food cooked for when he got home. It was like clockwork.
"Yes, Mom!" I shouted back as I walked to the kitchen. I pulled up a wooden chair and sat down at the table.
"How was your last day, Tsukune?" Kasumi asked, sounding genuinely interested.
"Fine, I still don't know what I'm going to do about highschool though." I said. She set the knife she was working with down and rinsed her hands off before sitting down.
"Don't worry dear, we'll find a school that will accept you," She stated, absolutely sure. So motherly, I always wondered why she bothered. "Koji will be home in a few minutes, and I need to finish up. Go get washed up and changed," She said after a few moments.
"Sure,"
As I ran the wet, off white rag across my face and back, I contemplated life and where I would go. I didn't want this life to end. I wondered why I couldn't just be a normal teenager for a while. I quickly answered myself with a mental picture of Alice. The evil, evil girl who did this. In my fit of mental rage, I was glad I killed her. I continued rubbing my face until it was cleared of grime, then moved to put on a fresh shirt. A plain black T-shirt.
"Tsukune! Dinner!" Kasumi shouted up from down stairs.
"Coming!" I shouted back.
I hurried down the stairs, and into the kitchen.
Koji, in all his drama, started dancing around with Kasumi. I was utterly confused. They broke apart. "You'll never believe what this man gave me!" Koji exclaimed. "Look!" He held out a small pamphlet.
'Yokai Academy' was printed in bold black letters across the top.
AN: Alright, here's my latest crazy idea. And before you start bullshiting me about canon breaks and Tsukune being a Mary Sue (or an OC), I just gotta say a few things. Just because a character is an OC, doesn't mean they are a Mary Sue. I have ran all of my characters through a Mary Sue test. They all passed. I even made a test for my Tsukune. He passed. As a matter of fact, most OCs pass the test. But don't mistake me for defending all of the OC writers in this fandom, the vast majority of them are horrible writers.
I am loosely following the cannon of Shiki for Tsukune's breed of vampire (all of them will stay consistent). I say loosely because the Jinrou are never really explained. So I'm giving them animal shape shifting powers, not unlike the vampires of old. Jinrou does literally translate to werewolf after all.
As for Sumiko and Hotaka, I am enjoying writing them, the stark difference is amazing. Kotaka's 'go with the flow' attitude and Sumiko's 'my way or the highway' views make them quite fun.
Monster Encyclopedia (READ IF YOU HAVEN'T READ/WATCHED SHIKI)
Vampire (Shiki)
Rank: B
Description: Vampires of legend. The shiki infection is spread via biting and death. Some humans have the genes to support the infection alive(see jinrou) or dead, and others don't. When a human is bitten by a shiki, they become a thrall, doing everything their master asks for to the best of their ability until the venom fades from their system, this can take days or weeks. They are know to be able to defy gravity to some extent and have enhanced physical prowess. The shiki will burn in sunlight and cannot approach holly symbols. They have an incomprehensible hunger for blood.
Jinrou
Rank: A+
Description: A rare subspecies of shiki with none of the weaknesses. Their bodies can hold the virus while staying alive, a feat that not many have. Due to being alive, the muscles work much better than their undead counterparts, while still holding the enhanced state from the virus. They are called 'werewolves' due to their ability to transform into a wolf or bat. Although hard, a jinrou can master transforming into other human forms from an animal state through practice and time.
Elementals
Rank: D-S
Description: Elementals come in families, each member having a random alignment. No one alignment is recessive. The elemental has almost complete control over his or her element, only outclassed by the strongest of wizards and witches.
List of elemental types:
Fire
Water
Earth
Air
Lava
Ice
Lightning
Growth
Light
Dark
Gas
Ash
More
Phoenix
Rank: S
Description: Massive birds of fire with incredible healing ability. Extremely few in number. The ashes of a pheonix are said to be able to revive a person from death.
I am following the R+V manga here, and if you're following the anime as the canon, you're wrong. I am completely changing the plot up, mainly the viewpoints for the characters, and what position they look at the event from. As for the Shiki part, I am following the anime with a few creative liberties.
Drop reviews, but tell me what you think, how can I improve, what needs fixing?
Cheers, happy trails, and Best Wishes,
Shadowman