Hi everybody, just so you know, this is my first fic, so don't expect it to be like the Torah or anything. I've decided to make his mother's maiden name Aono, for specific purposes.
I will probably update on a weekly schedule, with a break at the end of June. (weddings, got to love them)
Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I do not own Rosario + Vampire
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Return
"Capuchuuu!"
"Gaaahhhh!"
The steady silence of the woods was broken by these two sounds, probably the weirdest sounds you could ever hear two human beings say.
Well, scratch that. There was only one human in the foreboding trees. Heck, he was the only one in the whole surrounding area.
Enter Tsukune Aono, average guy, average grades, average looks, you get the point. As of now, he is currently said human being, painfully yelling in response to the creature clamping down on his neck.
Enter, Moka Akashiya, the school's number one beauty. In short, she's beautiful, smart, kind, brave, (on some fronts, not all) oh, and let's not forget the fact that when you remove the rosary from her neck, she goes from cute, innocent, pink-haired, emerald-eyed angel, to a Silver-haired, ruby-eyed vampire goddess who could easily snap every bone in a pro wrestler's body. As of right now though, her cute outer self had her fangs clamped on the poor human's neck, greedily sucking away his blood.
After a few increasingly wearisome moments for Tsukune, the young vampire withdrew from his neck, licking the two holes shut. Due to ancient stereotypes, one would assume, why not just suck him dry? Why not turn him into your mindless ghoul or something?
2 reasons. 1) It doesn't work that way, and 2) said vampire, kind of, had a, sort of, deep-ish crush on him, so it would be rather stupid to drain the one you love alive. How does one get into this situation? Unfortunately, it is a little complicated. To start off, when Tsukune was rather young, he was told by his mother, that his father was a foreign businessman by the name of Ben Hanley who died in an accident one week after Tsukune was born, and two weeks before he would marry his mother, Kasumi Aono. Though life was hard, the two Aonos prevailed. Unfortunately, with the lack of a father, Tsukune didn't have a fatherly figure to help him with school. At the start of high school, there was only one school willing to take him in. This school just so happened to be the training grounds at which monsters are trained to cope with humans. Currently, he was the only human there.
And what kept him at that school? What kept him from packing his bags, making for the bus, and getting the hell out of there?
The answer to that question had just finished using his blood to quench her growing thirst.
"Seriously, Moka-san," he groaned out to the now blushing vampire," for the past year that I've known you, you still have yet to say why you prefer my blood over anything else."(1)
"But Tsukune," she said dreamily," Your blood is so sweet, so balanced…" A dreamy veil passed over her face, glazing her eyes as she happily commented on his blood in thorough detail, much to the discomfort of the human.
"Tsukune!" The young man turned around to find a pair of large and rather bouncy breasts that would make any woman jealous, right before they slammed into his face, knocking him on his back.
Enter Kurumu Kuronu, a short, curvy, rather dim-witted succubus, an elfish creature of lust and dreams . As she lay there on top of him, expressing her love to what she believed to be her 'Destined One,' Tsukune wisely chose that moment to start coming up with an evasive action plan for this sort of greeting.
Oh well, it's not as if this situation could get worse could it? He mused to himself as Moka tried to pull her off. Just then a kunai made of ice stabbed into Kurumu's forehead, and while not fatal, in still did the job of hurting her head like hell.
Tsukune turned his head to see a blushing Yuki onna emerge from the bushes and start walking towards him.
Kami bless your soul right now Mizore! Tsukune thought with thanks evident all over his face to his blushing stalker.
Yes, a legitimate, true, honest to God, pro stalker. When he first met her, she held the opinion that he was as lonely and miserable as he was. While he did prove her wrong outright, it did not stop the young snow maiden from following him around.
EVERYWHERE. In the cafeteria, in the hallways, and once or twice, Tsukune could have SWORN seeing her in one of the bathroom air vents.
Even though he didn't return the feelings in the same way, Tsukune still valued her as a good friend.
That didn't stop her feelings though.
"Tsukune," she spoke, drawing close to his side, her lollipop poking the insides of his ear, "leave these people, let's plan our marriage."
Tsukune deadpanned.
Far away from the young Aono and his harem, across the sea, there was a place, with snow. Snow lightly cascading down onto a forest. This forest just so happened to be a favorite ritual spot for religious leaders in the nearby village due to its spiritual eeriness, and also a famous tourist attraction known for the shedding of much blood to appease false idols and long forgotten polytheistic beliefs.
What the oblivious mortals didn't know is that right in the middle of the vast army of trees, there sat a clearing. In this clearing there sat two stones, one on top of the other, with the top stone holding what appeared to be a rosary standing upright. Unlike the silver one that kept the Inner Moka sealed, this one was a pure black, not even showing the reflection of the moon, as if not even light escaped its grasp. Usually, the night carried a pristine silence, so silent you could hear the snowflakes actually crunch from touching the ground.
But not this night.
This night, there was a breeze, and one could faintly pick out on that breeze; a whisper.
Soft and low, it chanted. In a language not heard for many an age. Its soft voice edged the breeze on, swirling the snow, and it was then that one would be able to make out its purpose.
Around the stones, lay a circle of ground perfectly dry, not one snow flake entering its radius, but slowly, the circumference decreased. Edging minutely toward the stone, the snow continued to fall. The chanting picked up, causing the wind to swirl the snow into an even greater frenzied dance, pushing the radius of the circle further in.
8 inches left, and there shown a distinct excitement in that ghost of a whisper, a person could have been able to hear the smile on the non-existing face of that voice.
As the circle finally collapsed, one lone snow flake fluttered down. With a most delegate grace, the snowflake landed on the tip of the rosary's outstretched arms.
Slowly the black cross tipped over, its perfect balance compromised by that one little snowflake. Falling down off the stone, it speared the ground with a shallow crunch.
All motion stopped, save for the relentless fall of snow. As the echo of the small noise faded away, the silky, low voice let out a sigh, as if over one thousand years of stress and weariness had been lifted from its shoulders.
Then the stone erupted.
Back in the cafeteria, Tsukune lost all focus in the conversation as a very cold, empty feeling settled in his stomach. At this feeling, his face contorted into a grimace.
Something…
"Tsukune?"
Like Tsukune, Moka herself had withdrawn from the conversation at hand, seeing as the talk was of body sizes, which, in itself, is really uncomfortable. She then took notice of Tsukune's glazed expression. This elicited an airy giggle from the pink haired vampire.
Tsukune looks so cute when he's in thought… she mused to herself. Right then, the eye on her rosary snapped open.
Why are you so obsessed with that human? Her inner side chided.
As if you are one to talk… she retorted, earning a mental huff from her split personality.
I have every right to; I will never have feelings for him.
You do realize that we share the same mind right? She asked with her gaze still locked onto the man in front of her.
So? Came the prompt response.
Some days you can be really stubborn. Her outer self mentally stated causing her inner side to retreat back into her seal with some clouded mumbling. Once again focusing her gaze, she was quite surprised to see a grim face on Tsukune, a very rare sight.
"Tsukune?" she asked aloud, her question causing the young man to jump and blush at being pulled from his mindscape.
"Y-yes Moka-san?" he questioned, seeing the look of worry etched on her features.
"Are you okay?" she interrogated, waiting for the right answer.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine, don't worry." He laughed, earning a pout from the pink haired beauty, lightening his mood, if only a little.
As they walked on to class, Moka looked down and gripped her seal in worry.
What's wrong with him? She mused quietly, walking toward her seat for the next class.
Meanwhile, her other self was currently in the same position, looking down at her feet as she recalled the look of unease plastered on his face.
Tsukune… She murmured.
Tenmai Mikogami looked up from his desk as a wave of cold washed over the room, causing a rare frown to pass over his face.
"What could that be?"He mused aloud. He then noticed that one of his desk drawers quivered, boosting his curiosity and frustration. Opening said drawer, he looked down to see a red box with silver trim, larger than his fist, rattling with increasing ferocity. Prying open the top, he stared at a pure black rosary.
After scooping it up and watching it quiver in his hand, the Chairman immediately sank into thought.
Why on earth would it be acting like this now of all… his eyes widened considerably as the rosary dissolved in his hand, turning into a pile of black powder on his desk.
Staring down at the diminutive pile, the usually grinning Chairman compiled a mix of emotions and thoughts into two words.
Oh Shit.
Back in the human world, Kasumi Aono looked up from her seat by the table at the familiar feeling that bubbled through her mindscape, allowing a smile to grace her lips.
Returned at last, she simply thought as she took another sip from her mug of tea.
In the forest, a figure rose in place of the stones.
Black feathery wings stretched out to reveal a male figure, with ebony skin, topped off by a mat of dark purple hair, covered head to toe in splashes of blood. After swaying in the snow for all of thirty seconds, the entity snapped its eyelids open, revealing gold irises that clashed with blood red pupils.
The demon studied its surroundings in a state of curiosity; it was easy to tell that it was confused.
The being suddenly blinked in shock as an image appeared in his mind. A woman with semi-short hazel hair, with green eyes that were constantly squinting, smiling as he held her to his chest.
Kasumi, the thought entered his mind, at which he looked down to the ground with a smile, only to notice something in the snow.
Stooping down, he picked up a pure black rosary, to which another image entered his mind.
A man, wearing white priest robes, with a hood shadowing his face, looking down on him with two eyes that twinkled like stars. He saw that exact man, stooping over him to set that same rosary on his forehead, locking him in another dimension, in which, for every year here, 100 took place there.
He was gone for 16 years.
Almost 2000 years in that world, he thought bitterly, his eyes turning to stone as the hand holding on to that black cross started shaking. 2000 years of endless hell, just to settle one's fears.
A low growl started up in his chest, his body shaking in an insurmountable fury.
Suddenly, every living thing within 50 feet of him died. Trees crumbled and fell as their insides rotted away. Mice that were currently underground to shield from the snow collapsed and melted away to skeletons. Falling to his knees, he brought up his clawed fingers to hold his head, his body locked into a constant spasm, tears running down his cheeks while his youki could only rise.
Damn you Mikogami, damn you… he sat there crying in a huddle, like a child, lost in the world.
Bringing his face up, he stared as the cold, heartless moon peaked through the clouds.
It almost seemed to mock him.
He could no longer control himself as he lifted his arms to the heavens and uttered his first words since his return.
"DAMN YOU TO HEEELLLLLLLLLLLL!" he screamed at the top of his lungs as his built up youki released itself in a blast of flames that quickly engulfed the surrounding forest, and the village.
Still on his knees, the figure continued to wail in agony as all around him perished in flames.
Well, there you have it, first chapter.
I know that in the manga, Moka is always stating how sweet and balanced his blood is, but in my opinion, she probably murmurs this to herself than out loud to him
Like I stated before, please R&R, I'm open to suggestions and criticism. (no flames please)
Honestly, I hope you realize who the figure is, feel free to write your suspicions in your review
Until next time!
Gavenga323 signing off.