A/N: This is a rewrite of my old Supernatural Detective fic. I have been busy with a new kid and going back to college, but I hope to work on this a little bit at a time continually. I have had this story for a long time in my head and I have kept working on it even when I'm busy. I hope you all like it and I hope you give me your input in the forms of reviews. Enjoy.

Tskune: Supernatural Detective

By: R3aper27

Ch: 1 Chosen, but by Who

Thunder crashed bombastically outside as the ornate oak doors swung inwards to reveal an office. Bookcases took up the entirety of one side wall. The other had an alter, complete with incense burner, cross, candles, and a bible. At the back of the room lay a rather plain looking desk compared to the opulence of the doors and alter. Sitting behind the desk was a creepy looking exorcist. Lightning exploded into existence outside the window behind the desk, lighting the room up for a brief instance before it fell into semi-darkness once more.

"Hello Headmaster." A woman in ceremonial robes said entering the office and letting the doors close automatically behind her. "It is nice of you to make time in your busy schedule for this meeting."

"Yes quite busy with the semester about ready to start. But when the Empress called for a meeting, I could not deny her." The Headmaster said, an off putting grin spreading across his face.

"My Mistress appreciates that very much." The woman said bowing her head in acknowledgement. She straightened once more before pulling a file out of a briefcase she had brought with her. She laid the file on the desk and backed up to her original place before the desk.

"Is this the boy?" The Headmaster asked sliding the folder towards him and flipping the cover over so he could read the first page.

"Yes Headmaster, it is. The Council of the Stars have put forward many candidates, however our Lady in all her wisdom, has chosen this boy." The woman answered. She stood for several moments before choosing to speak to break silence. "His father was in the Self Defense Force in Iraq. He didn't see any combat of course, but he returned to a country at war. Not with another country but with itself. He spent the next decade in the Police force, even moving up to Detective. The boy's Mother however is descended from a powerful priestess, one of my order in fact. Neither she nor her relatives have shown promise in several generations."

"His parentage does not matter." The Headmaster said cutting off her rambling with a dismissive gesture. "The Empress has seen this boys promise, and I would see it for myself. He has already been sent his acceptance."

"This project is of the utmost importance to the Empress…"

"As they all are when they are brought to my attention, I will undertake this project, but not for your Mistress. I have built this school for co-existence, and this boy is of key importance to that peace." The Headmaster said shooing the priestess away and turning to the bay windows behind his desk.

The priestess bowed slightly and backed up a few steps before turning and exiting the office.

"Tsukune Aono. You carry the hopes of many on your shoulders young man, whether you know it or not." The man said drawing a cross in the air with his two fingers.

Tsukune Aono climbed off the rickety bus that had brought him to his new school. The ride had been hell, almost literally. The driver had been creepy, and his driving was abysmal. Speeding, jerking from lane to lane, Tsukune had feared for his life the entire ride.

He was here now though, his new home for the next few years. The brochure had been light on actual information, instead going on and on about having advanced programs and experimental policies. All he really knew was the name Yokai Academy.

It was not what he had expected. The school map had shown a huge campus, the size of a good sized town in fact, but the only picture he had seen was of a large gothic looking building. He could see the building from the picture and it was exactly as it had been in the picture, except it was clear the photographer had taken it at the perfect angle to make it look good. There had been no dead trees and certainly no cemetery right out front in the photo.

Tsukune shouldered his bag and began walking to the boys dorms. The bag was an old duffle bag that had once belonged to his father when he had been in the SDF. Tied to handle was his father's old dog tags as well, along with the silver cross he had worn the night he had been shot.

"Well dad I guess this is what I get for spending too much time helping mom around the house instead of studying." Tsukune said to the tags. "Last minute acceptance to a dilapidated old boarding school."

The boy just shook his head slowly and sighed.

The walk didn't take long. Neither did check in. The gentleman that had given him his key took his bag and promised to drop it off in his room as Tsukune was almost late for the first Homeroom. Tsukune hadn't missed the look of disdain the man had given his father's cross when he saw it. He surmised that there must not be many Christians in this backwoods area.

If Tsukune hadn't been wigged out enough by the look of the school, then the students would definitely weirded him out. Most of them appeared to be wearing cosplay outfits. He had seen wings, tails, and even fangs. He was so distracted by everyone that he didn't hear a young girl yelling until she ran into him on her bike.

He tried to arch out of her way but she couldn't keep from running her handlebar into him. He fell to his knees rubbing the pain in his back away for a second before turning to check on her. She was laying on her side half trapped by her bike.

"Are you ok?" Tsukune asked rushing to pick the bike up off of her.

"I am so sorry." She said holding her head and trying to stand. "I get a little dizzy sometimes. It's my anemia."

He caught her other arm as she stood and stumbled forward.

That was when Tsukune finally got a good look at the girl. She was dressed in a female version of his outfit so he could only assume she was a student as well. Other than that she looked rather normal compared to the other students he had run into. The only thing that was abnormal about her was her bright pink hair and a large rosary with a black stone in the center around her neck. She was also strikingly beautiful.

"OH NO! You are bleeding." She shouted stumbling into him. He slid his other hand under his shirt to check his back where she had struck him, more than a little surprised that she could tell but he couldn't.

"Oh yeah, would you look at that." He replied surprised when he held his hand out to find blood on his fingers. "It isn't to bad though, it should clot in a second."

That is when he noticed she was acting a little weird. Her face was flushed and her breathing had quickened against his side. Her eyes however were much more alert than they had been when she first stood up, and were focused intently on his hand.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

"You smell delicious." She said taking his hand and licking the blood off his fingers before he could reflexively snatch it back. A chill ran up his spine from the feeling of her tongue on his hand and he pulled it away, causing her to fall back into his side. "I'm sorry….."

Before he could ask what the hell had happened, or what exactly she was sorry about, she rested her head in the crook of his neck. It was then that he felt her teeth sink into his skin. He was too surprised to react for a second but his head grew cloudy before he could say anything.

All he could feel was warmth, the warmth of her body cradled against his, the warmth of his own body. The feeling of her breath against his skin sent a tingling sensation throughout his body. He couldn't think, no matter how hard he tried to focus. The only thing that was in focus was the girl, everything else looked fuzzy, like he was seeing it through a broken camera.

The girl stepped away and everything snapped back into place. He fell back into the tree behind him and gasped, realizing he had held his breath the entire time. The warm feeling was still there, and he felt like he had just woken up from a good nap. He hadn't even felt pain when she had bitten him.

"I'm a vampire" she said finishing her sentence from earlier and wiping some blood from her lower lip.

"What the hell." Tsukune gasped out feeling more than a little out of sorts. He felt like he should feel violated or gross, but he felt great. His head was clearer, even though he hadn't felt slow before.

"I said I am a vampire." She said looking more than a little scared. "Is that ok? You don't hate vampires; I don't want my first friend at Yokai to hate me."

Tsukune didn't know what to say, he had actually known a girl that was a little too into vampires in middle school, but she hadn't ever bitten anyone before to his knowledge. He didn't know how to feel, but he didn't want to make the girl think he hated her, especially if she wanted to be friends.

"No I…. actually, I was friends with one before." He said stretching the truth of his past relationship with the girl.

This seemed to make the girl happy as a smile stretched across her face.

"Oh good, vampires are rare and you have two now." She said grabbing it and shaking it excitedly.

"Well I haven't talked to her in quite a few years, she moved away." Tsukune said rubbing the back of his head and hoping that he wasn't caught in a lie so quickly. "But I have you as a friend now."

"My first friend. Yay." She said twirling and pumping her fist into the air while Tsukune watched in amusement. "And one that tastes so good to. My name is Moka Akashiya"

The boy didn't know what to say to that. He didn't exactly know how being friends with a vampire worked but he was fairly certain regular blood drinking was weird either way. A thought popped into his head that if it was anything like what he had just felt, he would be ok with that. He shook that thought away before looking at his watch.

"We have to go." He said grabbing her hand and sprinting towards the building dragging her behind him.

"But my bike."

"Leave, we can grab it after class."

Tsukune didn't know how this school was going to go, but he knew one thing for sure. It was going to be weird.