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Rosario + Akatosh's Chosen

Chapter 1

Tsukune looked at the small purple wrapped package on the table with joyful eyes. "Is that for me?"

His Grandfather smiled down at the young boy, around his hand-carved pipe. "It is."

Tsukune was really, really excited. Not only was it his seventh birthday, but his Grandparents had recently come back from their trip to Norway with tales of exotic adventure. Even now he could smell the foreign aromas wafting in from the kitchen where 'Gramie' was helping his Mom prepare the family a special birthday dinner.

"Can I open it now?" Tsukune asked, unleashing the full power of his puppy dog eyes.

With a booming laugh, the Elder Aono shook his head gently. "I'm afraid not Tsukune. You know the rules, you have to wait until all the guests arrive, first."

As much as he really wanted to open a present, Tsukune was a good boy, who had been raised to respect his elders and obey authority. He bowed deeply.

"Yes, honorable grandfather."

To his confusion, his Grandfather's only reply was another good-natured laugh.

With a twinkle in his eyes, the Elder Aono left the room as the first of many children arrived at the Aono House to celebrate his grandson's special day.

Much later that evening Tsukune sat in his bed, too excited by the events of his party to sleep. He had received quite a few presents including toys, which he was very happy about, new clothes, which he didn't care about at all, and most interesting of all, the gift from his Grandfather, a small leather-bound book that had been purchased in Norway. During the party he had looked at the book briefly but never actually opened it.

As he turned his head to look at his desk, a shaft of moonlight peaked through his window and, as if summoned by his very thoughts, fell on the book.

Tsukune felt a small chill run down his back but firmly dismissed it, telling himself that he was a big boy now, not a baby, and that as a seven year-old he was too big to be scared of his own birthday present.

Determined to prove to himself that he wasn't scared, Tsukune slipped out of bed and quietly tiptoed on his pajama clad feet over to the desk. As he reached out his hand to open the book for the first time, Tsukune again felt a small chill, but he stubbornly ignored it.

Satisfied that he could see well enough to read in the moonlight, Tsukune swallowed his suddenly dry throat and holding his breath, opened the book.

His held breath was released with a relieved sigh. The book was perfectly normal, even if it was written in a foreign tongue, rendering it completely unreadable to the boy. Tsukune let loose a quiet laugh, embarrassed by his own foolishness.

Not even bothering to close the book in question, Tsukune turned away, fully intending to return back to bed, when he noticed something strange, his bedroom had grown darker. His heart began to beat a crazy tempo as he quickly turned back around to face the desk again.

The reason for the room's dramatic darkening was quickly revealed as Tsukune watched the open book absorb the faint light all around it. Within it's open pages a small section of the strange characters began to glow with a bluish light, a startling contrast to the darkness.

As Tsukune's eyes naturally orientated on the glowing characters, he began to heard a sound, a very loud sound, that a terrified Tsukune would later describe as the sound of Men rhythmically chanting strange words over and over. What freighted the young boy the most was the fact that the strange sounds seemed to be coming from inside his own head, along with a single solitary Word that seemed to echo in his heart, the word Yol. And then, much to his bewilderment, everything simply stopped.

For a few quiet moments he simply stood in the moonlight, gazing with huge eyes down at the open book on his desk. He then ran from the room screaming in mortal terror.

"Dad! Mom! Grandpa's book's alive!"

Somewhat bemused, his father walked into his bedroom armed with the family honor blade in hand, to find the room looking completely normal.

When no more strange phenomena occurred, his parents gradually convinced him that he had just had a nightmare brought on by too much cake and ice-cream.

He wouldn't find out just how wrong they had been for nine more years.

Author's Notes: Perhaps not the most original idea, but I think I could put my own spin on things. For those not up to date on Dragon Speech, Tsukune's first word, Yol, means Fire. Please review with Questions or Suggestions. Actually, please just review, lol.