Hi, there. I just ran over this idea a few months ago, turned it over in my mind, and decided to actually write it down. This is my first fanfic, so please be considerate. Of course, feel free to review or point out any grammatical mistakes, it's a lot of help. Hmm . . . don't really know if this will turn out that good or so, but anyways . . . enjoy!

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Tsukune awoke with a start, panting and clutching his chest as he slammed down on his alarm clock. The images of his vivid dream were already fading away. The more he tried to grasp the last remnants of the images, the more evasive they became, slipping out of his fingers like wet soap. Sighing, Tsukune pulled himself up, and quickly changed into his uniform, noticing how his pajamas were drenched by sweat. Sighing in half-frustration and half-annoyance, he shoved them into the laundry basket. One good thing about dorms at Yokai-they did all the laundry for you. A year ago, all he would have been wondering while dressing for school was about how he would avoid being on all of the menus (meaning breakfast, lunch, and dinner). After all, Yokai Academy was no ordinary high school-it was a school for monsters.

Tsukune wondered till this day-was it a coincidence, or fate? What had attracted him to this (literally) monstrous school? While hiding his identity as a human in a place with monsters to his front, right, left, and back, Tsukune had understood how selfish humans were. Humans had persecuted monsters, to which they were forced to hide in several places. It was the sad law of reality-the majority always crushed the minority. Here, where being a monster was obvious, he was the minority. Thus, (sigh) he was doubtlessly the one to be persecuted. But the fact was that . . . Tsukune could no longer be called 100% human.

Glancing at the holy lock that was placed on his wrist, that restricted the vampire blood coursing in him, Tsukune stepped outside, joining the way to school with a steady flow of other students. Some were still groggy and slipped out of their disguises, and he noticed one girl's neck expanded to a horrifying extent as she yawned and blinked sleepily. This would have creeped out 1st-year-newbie Tsukune, but had no effect on the accustomed-to-all-abnormalities 2nd-year-junior Tsukune. As he walked forward at a steady pace, he looked at his wristwatch, checking the time. It was just the time for . . .

"Tsukune!" a cheery voice called out, and the boy turned around just in time as lovely pink tresses came into his sight.

"Hi, Moka-san!" he also called back, smiling at the girl and admiring her beauty at the same time.

She was Akashiya Moka, the No.1 Beauty Queen of Yokai Academy. At the start of his life at this school, Tsukune had found himself the constant object of jealousy and anger of the male students because of Moka. However, as he got into fights with numerous challengers and all defeated them thanks to the supernatural power of her blood, nobody seemed to have the courage to stand up against him. Now, he noted a group of three boys in the distance gnash their teeth and seethe at the sight of the boy so intimately together with their dream girl, but quickly averted their gaze when he looked at them.

"Did you have a good night?" Moka asked, walking beside Tsukune.

Again, Tsukune found himself nearly recalling the dream, and then felt it slip out of his hands once more. "Yeah," he lied, feeling guilty for being dishonest but still feeling that it was better than worrying the pink-haired beauty.

"Um . . . By the way . . ."

"Hmm?"

". . . Can I suck your blood?"

The young man's face went pale. So it had finally came. Moka was after all, well . . . a vampire. Unfortunately, she had found his blood irresistibly tasty and refreshing. He couldn't help but feel a little dejected, thinking that he must be an infinitely refillable carton of tomato juice to her. He sighed. But thinking about how much she has done for her, it would be plain mean to not let her do so.

He put on a small smile. "Sure, go on. You can such my blood whenever you want, Moka-san."

Feeling rather gentlemanly, he eased his necktie loose and opened two buttons. He pushed the cuff of his shirt down so that she could have easy access to her neck. Moka leaned in, blushing, when a huge explosion shook the school grounds.

"Ow!" the young vampire yelped as she fell to the ground on her butt in a rather unceremonious way.

What the hell is going on? Tsukune's eyes widened as he saw smoke billowing up from some distant place, and students (especially female) started to scream, and scattered. Soon, he found that Moka and himself were the only ones on the pavement. Tsukune sighed deeply. Yokai Academy is never a boring place.

"Are you OK, Moka-san?" Tsukune asked while extending a hand for her to grab and stand up.

Moka blushed exquisitely. He's so gentlemanly from before . . . Before he loosened his necktie so I could suck his blood more easily, and now he's actually extending his hand for me!

"Moka-san?" Tsukune asked, confused when there was no response from the girl.

"O-oh, thanks, Tsukune."

Moka tried to calm down her madly beating heart as she took his hand and stood up. All of the sudden, a black figure whooshed past them, and stopped behind the hand-holding couple. The two stood there, eyes widening, as they perceived the man in ninja attire casually brandishing a long sword, eyes glittering dangerously. He straightened up, and then eased his mask down, revealing a smirking face-which made Tsukune's innards tingle with dread.

"You," he jabbed his finger.

"M-me?" Tsukune stammered, trembling in fear.

"No, not you," the ninja shook his head, seeming to be a bit annoyed. "I meant YOU."

Moka was taken totally aback, her emerald green eyes wide. "Me?"

"Yes, you, Akashiya Moka."

"How-how do you know my name?"

"How do I?" he echoed, and his terrifying smirk was on once more. "You are more than famous in the facilities of Fairy Tale."

"Fairy Tale?" Tsukune nearly choked on his own words. "Who are you? Fairy Tale?"

"I am a scouting agent. And we want you, Akashiya Moka, to follow obediently follow us back to the organization," replied the Fairy Tale agent, as if this was the most obvious thing to say.

"How dare you . . ." At the insolent words of the man, Tsukune found his fear gone, only to be replaced with boiling anger. "Don't order Moka-San around!" he roared. He lunged at the man, thrusting his fist forward. But his fist only whistled as it punched thin air.

"Behind you, Tsukune!" yelled Moka, and Tsukune barely missed a shuriken that was aimed for his neck. Instead, it hit the ground and exploded.

"TSUKUNE!" Moka cried.

Tsukune stood there, panting heavily, as he clutched his left am, which was bleeding profusely from the exploding shuriken's shrapnel. Damn, I'm already tired from one close call. I've got to end this quick. Unfortunately, before he could deliver another punch or kick, a foot connected with his stomach, and Tsukune flew back, crashing into the trees. Moka hurriedly went after him, crying his name out the whole time.

Ugh . . . Tsukune looked up hazily into the gorgeous vampire's face. Whatever species of monster that "thing" was, it was just too strong for him. He was hurt, was in pain, and was on the brink of consciousness. But one thing alone was enough to keep him conscious for just a bit longer. Must . . . keep . . . sure . . . Moka . . . safe . . . Just before he blacked out, his hand swung out, snatching the rosary off Moka's neck. The robust vampire had only the time to stare in shock before she was engulfed in blinding light.

The ninja covered his eyes with his arms as an intense burst of energy pierced the skies. No, no . . . he found himself trembling in fear. Not now, not her . . .

The silver-haired alternate version of Moka stood firmly, fists clenched. Her eyes were blood-red, and were slit even more than they usually were-a sign that meant she was hellishly pissed off.

"Who do you think you are to be roughing up Tsukune so much?" Inner Moka asked, her tone calm but her opponent wasn't fooled-under that tranquil voice was a myriad of rage, and violence to come. The Fairy Tale agent could see her demonic aura circling around her like an aggressive viper. Vampires were famous for converting demonic aura into power, and he was about to witness just how terrifying the strength of a raging vampire was.

She delivered a swift kick, which the scout managed to dodge closely. This woman is just too strong . . . he realized. Though I am supposed to be one of the fastest, a scouter, I can barely dodge her attacks. So this is the power of a Shinso-no, a mere fraction of it!

While the agent was busy contemplating, he missed to see the fist that whirled around in a wide arc to hit his cheek with precise aim. No, the verb was wrong-it was crush, not hit. He flew away, crashing into one of the windows of the school building. Students in identical uniforms piled out of the classroom, simultaneously screaming. "Hmph. Know your place," Inner Moka muttered her cache phrase as finishing yet another enemy.

"Tsukune . . ." she muttered as she turned away to get back to Tsukune, who had woken up at a surprisingly quick rate.

"Moka-san . . ." he whispered, looking up into the true face of the girl he loved. "Moka Akashiya" was a name that belonged to two separate entities that differed greatly in personality and looks. This side-Inner Moka-was mostly sealed up for most of the time. She and Outer Moka were both beautiful in different ways, the former in a more sexy, mature way while the latter being cute and adorable.

"I guess that I need to train you further," the vampire signed as she crouched down, her reptile-like eyes intent on the boy's own chocolate irises. "I can't let you be beaten around all the time because of me."

"It's OK, Moka-san. It's all fine, if I just can be with you . . ." he replied, his voice weak and strained from the aftereffects of the fight.

Inner Moka blushed furiously. "Wh-what are you talking about? It'll break my heart to see you getting hurt or some-"

She stopped herself midway, covering her mouth. Tsukune smiled. It's so cute when Inner Moka blushes . . .

"It's OK to be honest about your feelings, Moka-san."

"Stop spewing nonsense!" she growled.

"Who-whoah!" Tsukune cried as he was swept up by Moka, who was holding him in bridal style and walking to the infirmary.

"You don't have to carry me along!" he shouted out. "It's sorta-uh . . ."

Ura-chan quirked an eyebrow. Tsukune twiddled his thumbs before quietly muttering,

"It's embarrassing . . ."

The vampire stopped dead in her tracks, her expression unreadable. She lowered her face so that all that Tsukune could see was her gleaming silver locks swaying to and fro in the slight breeze. Tsukune tensed, thinking of the worst. But on the contrary, Moka suddenly looked upwards and the sky and started to laugh heartily, placing the boy down. He eyed him quizzically until she was finished.

"Looks like you are building up on pride, Tsukune," she said while wiping a tear from her eye. Tsukune was pleasantly surprised. He had never heard her laugh in such a happy and full way. Hopefully such occasions would start to happen more frequently from now on.

"Well, you could say so. I've advanced a lot from being the appetizer on the breakfast menu to becoming a more manly guy that can mostly take care of himself."

"Are you sure?" she started to tease him. "Didn't you need my help from back then?"

"N-no!" he retorted, his cheeks flushed. "It was for you, Moka-san! I couldn't bear the thought of you being carried away to Fairy Tale . . ."

He looked up at Moka, who was giving him an odd expression, which suddenly turned back into her usual stoic, impassive look. She walked up to him.

"Give me the rosary."

His hand shot up instinctively. He cursed his stupid hand-he could have spent some more quality time with Inner Moka wasn't it for his dumb arm muscles and motor senses.

But before he could say a single word, Moka took the rosary away, and re-attached it to her choker. Tsukune wistfully stared at the silver-haired vampire before she was engulfed in light once more. When the light had dissipated, her hair had turned back into pink. The boy reflexively caught her before she fell to the ground.

"Oomph!" he cried as he was suddenly rolling on the ground. "What was that for?" he complained.

Omote had a rather steely look that was unbecoming in her green pupils as she prepared for yet another strike. "Who are you to come into this world and how dare you touch-"

She stopped, shell-shocked when she realized that it was Tsukune she had backhanded in the abdomen. He was also startled. Isn't that voice . . . "Tsukune?" It was then when she looked around at her surroundings. "This is-the real world?"

"What's wrong, Moka-san?" he asked. Suddenly, Moka collapsed. "Moka-san!" Tsukune called out as he caught her by the waist before she could crumple to the ground. He stood there blankly, wondering what the hell was going on. If he wasn't having hearing problems, just now, Moka had been speaking in . . .

Inner Moka's aristocratic tone.