A/N; Inspired by MitressWinowyll's story, Get What You Wanted. This Intoroductory Arc may seem similar to DarkSwordMage's version at first, however it will diverge quickly. The Tsukune in this version is more of a balance between the two stories, personally, I don't think Tsukune's nature would allow him to be so...angry unless there was something deeper to it, nor do i think he would be so likely to avoid the situation like what MistressWinnowyll presented. Both Authors present great versions of the idea that you should read before (or alongside) this. I have yet to read the the other versions on this site and will be doing so rather quickly to avoid too much similarities to another author's work (within reason; writing the same basic story, there are only so many ways you can diverge in certain areas) I simply wish to present yet another possible outcome of the events presented in the first chapter of those stories.
A/N 2; Edited begining somewhat, realzing it was EXTREMELY similar to the original story's beginning... whoops.
Aono Moka turned to Tsukune one last time, her eyes pleading hopefully that he would surrender to the moment and just agree with her demands. There were lines in the sand that were all but ready to be crossed.
He never knew he could hear the sound of his heart break with the sound of a door opening after he shook his head.
"Good evening, Gin-sempai." Moka announced cheerily, her head cocked to the side and her hair draped freely over one shoulder. She nervously presented herself with one foot tapping the toe of her black heels against the floor as Gin warm brown eyes appraised her with restrained desire.
The tempted grin on his lips was never false when he presented himself to her every single time. Only he and a select few could wear a black silk shirt with three buttons on and make it look dashing and romantic. He had come prepared for an evening with his most desired prospect, but tonight the dark haired werewolf in human form had no idea what he had gotten himself into. Casually, he let his eyes wander over her, shamelessly taking in the way her svelte body was openly on display with such a snug fitting top and long length of toned legs for him to admire.
"It sure is," Gin offered her a single pink rose. When she took it with a quiet 'thank you', he touched her hand with his other and voiced warmly, "I must say I am surprised at you calling me out of the blue like this. You and Tsukune have been at each other necks lately. I hope he hasn't left you all alone for some handsome and ill reputable man to come and take you."
When she looked away with her cheeks tinted red, it took Gin a moment to realize he wasn't the only man in the room.
Tsukune's dark brown eyes took in the whole scene silently. So quietly, in fact, Gin had not even realized he was there and Moka had made no pretense to show she cared.
"Moka," Gin sighed in exasperation, getting ready to leave with a shift in his posture, "I told you once and I'm not going to tell you again. Don't use me to make Tsukune jeal-mph!"
Pink haired Moka didn't even give Gin a chance to finish. Reaching up on her toes, she tilted her chin up and kissed him as she had Tsukune so many times. He could see her body react to his touches, the way her breasts mash against his chest and the way her cheeks flushed when they parted.
Gin slowly exhaled, his hand cupping the side of Moka's face. "I'm so glad you realized how much better I am for you, Moka-chan. I am curious, though, why like this? Why now? And why in front of your mate?"
Moka shook her head, even if her eyes were dilated by the very generous kiss he gave her, she looked away shamefully and insecurely at his questions. He had a right to know, but she couldn't really bring herself to say anything else, "If I was to let you father my children, would you keep them away from a human's influence?"
Her sempai blinked at her, then at Tsukune. He had yet to say a word, however there was still his every observant and lucid eyes.
"Is this the reason you called me here, Moka-chan? You and Tsukune are fighting about where your children are going to be raised and how?"
She nodded, her hands clasped in front of her, pleading.
"Tsukune wants them to be involved with his parents, his friends, his neighborhood, but I told him that I don't want them to associate with anything human. I had the worst time in my life when I was younger dealing with them. They didn't understand that they could learn from and respect people better than them, not belittle them and hate them. I won't let my children grow into that! I won't!"
Then Moka added with a heartfelt plea, "If I have your children, though, you must let them be raised around my family and stick to my family's influences."
"Strictly vampires, then?" he looked at her with his eyes narrowed.
"Yes," She nodded her head, her hands folded between her breasts in a beseeching manner.
"Who am I to deny you, Moka-chan?" he reached for her hands, allowing his fingers to brush between the cleft of her breasts, even grazing the rosario as he pulled her close to him. "I've always wanted to give you everything I could. Thank you for allowing me this honor."
They kissed again, easy learning the other's touches, their tastes, and their desire through such private contact.
Tsukune eyes took in everything, offering only that he was aware and very lucid to the happenings of what was once the woman in his life.
When they parted, Moka took Gin's hand into her own, turning to take him to the bedroom, Tsukune's and her bedroom.
Gin couldn't help but toss a triumphant look over his shoulder. "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, Tsukune?"
Tsukune's voice was gravelly and soft. "I may not be a human anymore, but that doesn't mean that all humans see monsters as some of us do. I was more than happy to have my children be raised by vampires and learn their ways and customs, however I won't exclude what has made me the person I am today, the person she had fallen in love with and accepted as her mate. I would be lying to myself and to her. No, I won't allow it."
"Then it is chosen. Let's go, Gin." Moka wiped her eyes as she took another man into the bedroom of her and Tsukune's most private place. When she turned 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 stop the madness she was about to participate in. When he did nothing, she silently swallowed her hiccupped sob and whispered in a thick, quiet voice.
"Please, help me put an end to a decision Tsukune and I cannot come to grips with."I won't allow him to father them. I don't want a human's mentality to taint the upbringing of the next line of Akashiya. Would you do me the honors?""
Gin nodded while he closed the door behind him, allowing the sliver of light that speared the living room get smaller and smaller till it was nothing.
Tsukune was plunged into darkness, where sounds seem to be clearer.
He wasn't sure if she was asking him to stop her from doing this or that he should have just let her win.
After the door closed to the bedroom, Tsukune moved for the first time. The very air in him felt heavy, his heart felt like everything beautiful and wonderful was being twisted out of him like some sponge torqued. Forcing himself to cross the room and then sit down next to the door, he sat himself there and heard all the things he had never wanted to experience.
Everything was so painfully clear to his ears.
The sound of their lips touching, the sound of the buttons being unbutton, the slide of cloth over limbs and then hitting the floor, the sighs coming out of the woman he loved more than his own after his friend touched her in a certain way, in an intimate way...all of this seemed to reach him through that small bit of wood from the door.
They were not taking their time to get to the purpose of this night.
He was surprised to be aware of when Gin must have first entered his Moka. He could actually imagine the sound of the springs of the bed settling, as if she was on her back and then him positioning himself over her.
Gin murmured gently, warmly, "I've always wanted to make love you, Moka-chan."
Her response was light and polite, "I know, Gin."
And then there was a spasmodic jerk in the springs and Moka's quick intake of breath.
It was at that same moment he felt something had pierced him through his heart, into his very soul and mortally wound him with fire and ice, poison and rage...He could feel something softly snap inside him. It was slow, creeping. He could feel it burn through his mind as it overwhelmed him. Darkness had overtaken him, he allowed it. His senses were inflamed; a sharp edge had been given to everything happening in the bedroom; his wife and his former friend making slow and obviously pleasurable love in the next room. Now though, he had no reservations about what he knew was coming next.
As he finished laying out the details of his plan in his mind, he heard Moka gasp out and Gin moan heavily. They had finished. He moved to the door and waited.
"Do you think he's still here?" was the first thing he heard. Gin.
"I don't know." Moka's voice came out softly, with just the slightest twinge of nervousness in it.
"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. Footsteps came towards the door, the knob turned, time slowed for Tsukune. As the door opened, Gin turned to Moka and said something. Tsukune removed his seal off his wrist. Demonic energy flooded the apartment, Tsukune morphed into his vampire form, only this time, things were different. The darkness that had overtaken him changed his vampiric body.
He sprouted large wings at first, ripping his shirt open, which quickly pulled back into his body of their own volition. He could feel his body amplify, growing taller and stronger. When the changes finished, he let out a deep breath, cracked his neck to either side and slowly, almost lazily, wrapped his large, clawed hand around Gin's neck and jerked his head into the door frame, quickly rendering the werewolf unconscious. Without a second thought, he grabbed the man by his hair and dragged him into the kitchen. He could hear Moka screaming at him. She had wrapped a sheet around herself and was pulling it along.
To him, in the state he was in, it was all nonsensical. It was annoying. He held out his hand and yelled at her, "Silence!" he could feel a wave of pressure leave him and surround the apartment. He knew not why, but whatever he had just done would buy them as much privacy as they would need. Dropping Gin onto the floor, he reached into the upper cabinet above the counters and pulled out a box of silverware given to them by his mother as a wedding gift, antique sterling silverware. He opened the box and pulled out five butter knives.
Taking the unconscious Gin, he spread eagled him on the floor, face down. The malevolence that had overtaken him, that had planned this out, was being allowed to roam free. Tsukune not only did not want to stop what he knew was coming, but did not think he could. He turned to Moka, pulled a chair with him and sat her down on it. He pulled the sheet off her body, leaving it exposed to the air. She had been franticly pulling at her seal, but to no avail. She looked at him now with tear-filled emerald eyes. Looking deeply into them, he reached down and unlocked her seal. He could feel a blast of energy fill her, her emerald eyes morphing into blood red ones.
When Inner Moka was unlocked, she was nearly blown away by how much power Tsukune held. Ten times-no-a hundred times as much energy was rolling off of him now than she had ever used in her life. He started speaking slowly to her, "I will have you know that this being you see is not your mate. This is the darkness of the blood you have given him. You carried with you a secret passed to you by your mother through her blood. Shinso. He cannot control me as of now. I am merely acting out his anger for him."
"Do not hold this against him. He doesn't want you hurt. The dog will live through this, but will remember his sin for the rest of his life. I would personally prefer if you allowed me to do my part in this without interruption. I do like an audience however. You may continue to watch." The dark chilling voice coming from her husband's body left no room for her to do anything. 'Move, and the dog will not be the only one receiving this punishment,' is what the voice implied.
Moka steeled herself as she saw the monster her husband had become move towards Gin. She watched in removed terror as he took up the first knife and looked it over contemplatively. In a flash quicker than her eye could catch, the monster impaled the knife through Gin's wrist and bent it over locking the wrist in place. The werewolf screamed in pain, the silver in the knife causing most of it.
The monster leaned down and whispered in the werewolf's ear, "Scream all you wish. We have privacy. But do not fight back. I won't hesitate to kill you. Understand?" Gin nodded his head yes against the linoleum. The monster picked up three of the other knives and repeated the process. Another was placed in the other wrist and one in each knee. Picking up the last knife, he chuckled. Looking at Moka, he said one phrase, meant as much for her as Gin. "You are an unwelcome guest in this home. Know your place."
After what seemed like hours, but was actually only a few minutes, the monster stood up and looked down at his handiwork. The silver knife left deep gouges in the werewolf's back that would never fully heal, unlike most wounds to a werewolf. They would leave terrible scars in his back. 'Know your place' was carved into the flesh. The monster took a deep breath then walked over to where Tsukune had dropped the seal. Placing it back on his wrist, he shrunk back to his normal self. He went into the bedroom and picked out a shirt from the closet, turned, and moved to leave. Before opening the door, he turned to Moka, "I will be at your father's castle explaining the situation to him. I will ask for our blood bond to be absolved." He turned, dropped her seal, and left.
Moka crawled over to an incoherent Gin. She ripped the bent knives out of the floorboards, back through his body, causing him to scream again. Leaning over him she whispered in his ear, "Sleep now. You must heal up." He quickly obliged her. She lifted his unconscious form up and pulled him into the bedroom and covered him. The wounds were already closed on his back, already scarred over in those dark letters. The ones on his wrists and legs had stopped bleeding and weren't far behind. She walked into the bathroom and started drawing a bath. Herbal scents filled the room. She stepped into the water and allowed the warmth to surround her. She placed her head in her hands and started weeping.
