Hello, my name is Zoranonen; and this is my first fanfic. Heh, and I've been trying to think of an introduction that doesn't sound like an AA meeting intro.

Well this is it. I've been arguing whether or not to even post this (it being my first and all). But after a while I figured 'Screw it'. My hesitation comes from the fact that I havn't written a story meant to be enjoyed since I tried my hand at a children's Epic when I was eleven. Such a long, long time ago now. And since I've been out of school for quite some time now I'm sure that whatever smattering of skills I had, have gone the way of the cowboy. Although, I'm now pretty damned good at signing my name on stuff that takes away my money...I'm pretty sure that's a good sign of how great an author I really am.

Now, why RosaVamp? And Why Mizore? And what the hell guy, why are you doing a petty OC as a main when even experienced writers have a time with them (no proof on that one, just goin from what I've read in all of my fandoms).

Well, Rosario + Vampire capu II just happens to be my favorite currently running manga besides Claymore. And Mizore is just uber cool... Am'I right guys? Hah, frosty that one. Increadibly lame pun aside, I just like her character and Winter is my favorite season.

There are two reasons for the OC.

Number One: I'm an old'fashioned guy who likes monogmous couples. I don't wanna think about the Rosario Girls runnin a train on poor'ol Tsukune. So, I've made my own character who will eventually be hit by the 'I wanna have ur babies!' bus.

Number Two: There just aint enough red headed heroes out there. I mean I should know... cause I am one O.O

Number Three: I pilot a Tsukune/Moka ship yet fly a Mizore flag. It would be hard for me to be interested in a story where my favorite character has the options to: A) Have a Threesome with Tsukune/Moka, or B) Somehow override Tsukune's Love for Moka.

Be forewarned, my skill as an author sucks big'ol donkey nuts. Also my mentality is as juvenile as my skill. My process for writing goes like this "Ok... a comma here right?...k...I'll put a semicolon here just cause I like them. And screw tense! I'm just gonna hop around till I find one that I like. And whose speakin? Don't know don't care, I'm rollin with it."

I'll try to do better as time goes on, and as I get used to using my imagination again. But honestly I'm just writing this to fufill my need for an epic scale mizore fic (far too few on here I'd say, and I know that the only thing epic about this is my AN). And fun... I guess I'm doing this for fun.

I'm sure that everyone will be very OOC. I am also changing events in canon to suit my needs. To date, the only change is that the whole fairy-tale/alucard deal happens during the entirety of what would have been their third year. Work with me people, I barely have any of this planned out yet.

Disclaimer: I own no Character or premise or location or thought property of Rosario + Vampire. I only own my original characters.

Some Place, Middle of Nowhere.

A car rest on the side of the road surrounded by a swampy forest somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Dead trees, a full moon hid from view by cloud cover, and unusual fog created the feel of a lurid dark night. Barely seen through the copious fog, a hunched figure drags a load wrapped in a tarp out of the trunk of the vehicle. It then begins to drag its burden along the ground deeper into the swampland.

Slurping and squelching sounds could be heard as the swamped seeks to claim the figure. The only other sound being the crickets, frogs, and other night life singing a dirge, with percussion provided by the rustling of fallen leaves caused by the figure's luggage.

Stopping once it had found a suitable spot, the figure begins to unwrap the tarp. Inside lay an uncovered body and a shovel. The fog banked moved on… the clouds moved on as well, revealing that the figure has red hair tinged with white, an average build for a male, and an unremarkable face. The only thing out of place being it's pale and rotting skin.

It looks down at the corpse. Noting that its build is similar to his own. The sharp facial features were a bit too pretty for his taste, and its hair was a shade of brown that reminded him of dead leaves. While not perfect, such things could easily be remedied.

After picking up the shovel, it began to dig a hole in the slick mud. An arduous task due to the consistency of the ground causing it to fill itself back in. Eventually though, he had made a suitable water-filled pit.

He once more looked at the corpse near his feet.

"It's time", voice so hoarse that it was but a whisper. He began taking his clothes off. Gently folding then staking them into a neat pile. Sure that he was done, he nodded his head as if to double tap the deed. The man, this rotten creature of the night lowers its own body into the shallow pool it has made. For a while, all that can be seen of it is its upper torso as it tries to maneuver itself into a more comfortable position. Then nothing, save the bubbles rising to the top of the water.

After a few minutes they stop. Once again, the local wildlife is left to continue its song alone. A few more minutes and there is a gasp, followed by a scream.

The corpse is alive and sitting up stark straight. It stands and walks over to the pile of clothes left by their previous owner. Unfolding each garment and putting them on with just as much care as they had been folded. When the task is done, it looks at itself in the reflection of the man-made water hole.

In it he sees a figure wearing a combination of black steel-toe boots, loose fitting black jeans with dried mud around the bottoms, a black led zeppelin tee with a picture of a skeleton with wings, and a red zip-up hoodie. And then a face that is not its own. Hair a color that is not his own.

Using the tip of one boot, he kicks the water. Ripples obscuring his reflection from view.

He waits; Staring as the ripples cease and he comes back into view. Then he smiles. The reflection now shows an average looking red haired male who seemed to be in his early twenties. He grabs the shovel and tarp combo as he begins making his way back. Stopping when a phone rings from somewhere within his clothes. Taking it out, he looks at the number. It isn't one he recognizes; still, he answers it.

"Cid, I have an offer to make you".

-Some amount of time Later- Yokai Academy, a living HELL

At a destitute warehouse on the outskirts of Yokai Academy, Cid wiped the sweat from his brow, thinking that Mikogami's idea of security differed greatly from his own. As it was, he seemed to be nothing more than a glorified pack mule. For the past few weeks he had been carrying loads of texts to one class or another.

"These people really need to get with the digital revolution."

He sits on a stack of books on the side of the warehouse so that he may continue his aside with a modicum of comfort, "I mean… there has to be complaints about the weight of these things right? Well…most of the students are probably stronger than a gorilla, so maybe not."

A sigh. He was now leaning back so that he could rest his head against the ancient wooden structure. "And I mean, would it really be so hard to at least get a dedicated line for internet around here? They have the toll-phones."

He looks towards the sky. The weight of it pressing down on him. "No… that would make it too damned easy on me wouldn't it…"

The sky still had that odd aura about it. It was the same perfectly controlled environment that he remembered. He missed being out in the real world. Missed the way the wildlife could be heard, missed the way that the weather would through a wrench into his daily work. He missed anything that would stop the monotony of waking up, working till he dropped, then going to sleep just to repeat it the next day. Mostly he missed being on the internet.

"Digital revolution…needs to get here soon."

Aside from the students and faculty, this place seemed so dead. Not that he should care, but Cid missed being able to pretend that he was an average human.

Goodness they worked him too hard. "I wasn't built for this", he said as he rubbed his face

Why had he accepted the job offer? He was sure that on any other day he would have ignored the call. It had just been the odd timing that led him to accept it. And never in a million years would he have believed that Mikogami, the head honcho of Yokai-Academy would be calling to offer him a job as head of the renewed Yokai-Academy Defense Committee. He also never would have figured that his new job would involve carry such heavy loads day after day.

"There's actually not much you should have to do" Mikogami had said. "Since Alucard and Fairy-Tale aren't around to take in all of the rebellious monsters anymore, we felt that gathering somewhat of an official defense group would help drive away any would be attempts to harm the academy and those therein. You won't be much more than a figurehead. A sign that we have taken steps to defend ourselves. Honestly, I don't see getting any more members for it unless the need should arise. I doubt that anyone is ignorant enough to try anything." What he hadn't said was that since there was nothing to do, other members of staff were going to find ways to make him useful.

"No one should just laze about here at the academy; there's always work to be done" a cheerful witch with long black hair and matching black corset had said. He was sure that Ruby, as he had learned her name to be, was secretly sadistic.

Something wasn't right with that one.

When she wasn't forcing unbearable loads onto him, she would be paging through books showing different ways to tie knots in rope, the amount of friction caused by different kids of rope, or a guide to drawing the female anatomy as if it were encompassed with rope. One day he had dared peek over her shoulder while she read.

He hadn't mentioned anything to anybody, for fear of getting even more work thrown his way. But Ruby loved rope in a way that no living woman should feel about an inanimate object. Rope would never be the same. He wondered how he could even tie his shoes anymore.

So at least there were a few things here and there to keep the darker parts of his mind occupied, still, the endless repetition was beginning to wear him down.

Sometime during his reverie he had shut his eyes. Blocking out the sights that reminded him of where he was. Until he began to notice the sound of rapid footfalls he had been drifting asleep. Whoever it was they were headed in his direction. Opening one eye to investigate; he saw a young woman in the distance.

She had the oddest shade of lavender colored hair he had ever seen. When he thought about it, he wasn't even sure if he had ever seen purple hair before. 'Well…there was that chick a few years ago, but I'm sure she's graduated by now…maybe a sister or some other kind of relative'

Lavender chick was most definitely heading towards him. Her form was growing closer every second, and he began to get a better picture of her.

Light purple hair, pale soft skin (his dark side imagined the softness), odd clothing that consisted of a green academy mini skirt and loose shirt along with long socks, white shoes, and a horde of monsters chasing after her in the background.

He ignored them in favor of his more animalistic need to ogle.

Even closer now. Her facial features coming into focus. Her eyes a vivid blue with a bit of purple mixed in near the top, a stick for what he assumed to be a lolly sticking out of her lips. And fear. So that meant that the abominations chasing her definitely meant her ill. If it were not for the fact that she was running wild and he was supposed to be a protector, he would even say she was beautiful.

When she reached him, instead of stopping to for help, she ran straight by him through the open door of the warehouse. All the while shouting that he too should run. Her voice too calm to match her current predicament. It was at this moment that he did what any other member of faculty should do. He ran for his life in the same direction she was, which was through the only exit to the building.

When he entered, he noticed that he had lost her. Aside from being a bit colder than usual, it was the same enormous hell that it always seemed to him. Mountains of books that served as a reminder to what he would have to do during his stay here as 'Defense Minister'; as he had taken to calling his position. Sneaking through the maze of crates, books, and other assorted warehouse like items; his attention was drawn to a rather large pallet leaning against one of the walls that had a hand made of some translucent blue substance waving.

Hand language. He was sure of it. It had to be... The hand was telling him to 'Get over here!'.

Curiosity demanded that go investigate, as did the sound of a crash that came from the entrance of his shelter. Inside of the slatted screen created by the pallett, he began to make out the figure of the lavender haired runaway that had entered the warehouse a few seconds before him. When he was close enough to it the side of it, she pulled him behind the crate as well.

"Hey! What-.."

shhh. She had her finger and was forcing air out of her mouth on the side opposite of the lolly-pop now. Making the international signal for 'Shut the hell up'.

"But wha-"

SHHH. Louder this time, the international signal. "Just shut up before Hozmel finds us" she said.

Silence was his answer.

"There he is." She was pointing to the living mountain that had just rounded the corner some ways ahead of their hidey-hole.

A brute of a man that held scars all over his body. Hozmel's skin had a reddish grey hue and seemed to be an amalgamation of rock and flesh with vein-like protrusions. It, whatever the humanoid figure was, had a short squat face despite the size of its body.

Dumb was the word that came to mind when Cid tried to piece together the expression on it's face.

"Who's that?" Cid was surprised he was allowed to speak. 'You're goin places Cid my boy'

A moments silence as the answer came, "All I know is he calls himself Hozmel-" then she saw his minions appear from around the corner as well, "and those are his droogs... I have no idea who they are. "

He swore he could see a smile tug are the corner of her lips.

"He didn't introduce me to them. Only tried to kill me after I threw a bit of sharp ice towards his crotch ."

When the young woman mentioned her knifing his nads, he noticed the pool of blood that had formed in the pelvic region of this 'Hazmel's' britches. By now Cid had unconsciously moved his hands towards his own crotch. Male fear is a force that has moved mountains that were in possession of testicles. "What did he do that made you want to knife him in the dingus?"

A slight blush crossed her checks. "He... He slapped my ass."

Overkill.

He could see now that she must have been some kind of being derived from ice. Her hands resembled an icy claw. 'That would explain why it's so damned cold now', he mused. 'A pure breed of monster too no doubt. The kind that held resentment to border beings and the like.

It was beside the point; there were larger problems at hand.

"We should try to quietly make a whole in this wall to escape" a hopefull look in her eyes.

"No, that won't work... Mikogami did something to the place to make it nearly indestructible when I tried to burn it down so I wouldn't have to work so hard..."

She looked dumbstruck. "What kind of teach are you anyway? Why'd they hire a bum like you?"

He shook his head, a slight laugh as he did so. "I'm not a teacher, I'm the head of the academy's defense committee! And I'm not a bum!"

"Well, now that I'm resigned to my fate, at least I can be happy knowing that you're only gonna get me killed instead of torture a bunch of innocents like the last committee..."

Cid figured that he had heard worse, somewhere...maybe. No, never. He felt guilty. His heart had been gouged with sarcasm. Not wanting to dwell on the consequences of his actions, Cid peered through a slit in the crates. Hozmel's gang was getting closer. "Well, do you know if they are carrying around holy water? What about any religious artifacts? Religious texts? Actually…any thing holy?"

She looked at him like a child would look at a complex mathematical equation; ie, she didn't understand a thing about him. " I don't think so. I mean, yokai don't just go around carrying things around than are deadly to them… I mean… do you?"

He shook his head. "No, I'm just making sure that they can't do any permanent damage."

The look again. This time as if he was an alien creature. "Then what does it matter? There still going to be able to tear us apart when they find us!" Her voice almost a shout.

Lavender's ice talons grew as her temper did. He was sure they knew where they were now due to that outburst. Thankfully, Hozmel continued his ice-berg like gait while the goon squad checked inside crates and under piles of books and stationary. These guys were thorough. They would find the two eventually. Cid looked at the girl who had bumped into him and ruined his break. Should he sacrifice his (mostly new) body for someone who he had barely met? Having once been human, would she hate him if they survived?

Confusing his silent reverie as incompetence, she continued to speak. "Look, I'm a yuki-ona alright? We're usually A-ranked and I'm a damn good one. I could probably even take on a single weaker S-rank by myself-"

Cid was surprised with how forward she was about her talent, but it didn't seem as if she were bragging; merely stating a tactically important fact.

"-But, I can't take all these guys on, on my own. We can't make it out of this unless you help me. They'll try to kill you now too probably. Especially since you're faculty and you know that they're up to."

'Well..' he thought, 'it is my job… and…she is…' Cid checked the slit again to see that Hozmel's group would be upon them within a minute. "True. Y'know, aside from being a damn good Yuki-ona you also make a damn good point. Ok, here's the deal. I'll go out first. You don't come out until after they cut me down. But when you do, come out swinging. Hit these bastards for everything you're worth 'k?"

She was shocked and her eye's showed it. 'Was this guy an idiot or just plain suicidal? Didn't he know that he shouldn't be so apathetic in regards to someone's, and even his own, life?'

"Listen guy: Didn't you just hear me?-" she was now waving her hand in front of his face and her voice was moving far above the silent whisper that had kept their conversation hidden behind the pallets. Even still she seemed to be content in continuing her tirade. "I said that there were too many for me to take on by myself. How is your dying going to help my odds huh? And do you even care about your wellbeing, huh! We can both get out of here if only we think about it some more" The more she let her emotions take over, the colder it got inside of the warehouse. Luckily Hozmel already knew Cid and the Yuki-ona were hiding in here somewhere; if not it would have been a dead giveaway…heh.

Cid began to reach out, intending to calm the young woman with a reassuring grasp on her shoulder. He quickly reconsidered this, when a fierceness he knew as the stank eye appeared on her face. So instead, he held his hands up in front of him, palms out. "Sorry, just trying to comfort you." Her features didn't change. "I don't need reassurance from you." He let out a sigh.

Hozmel was almost at them. They were out of time. "Hey-", he thought that maybe he should explain… but they didn't have the luxury of time "just give it a chance alright?"

So he ran. He ran so far away. Yes he ran, without giving her the chance to argue further. Charging out from behind their cover to confront the beast and his cronies. Instead of just pulverizing him, they wait as he charged headlong into their leader.

"Surely you jest?" Hozmel's attention solely on the would-be hero punching his chest.

"Hey guys look at this. I think we found one." He reached out for Cid's arm; breaking it as his fist wrapped around the appendage. Cid would have shrieked in pain but stilled the urge when he thought that might would entice the yuki-ona into action.

"Hey punk…" Cid yelled through gritted teeth. He knew what was sure to come would hurt, but he had to let it play out. "Why don't you mess with someone your own size huh?" Clichéd? Yes. But his intents were to anger the golem instead of wax-poetic to it. Hozmel showed a slight quirk of his lips. Obviously a smile by his standards. It was not reassuring. This was going to hurt.

"Maybe it is YOU that should be playing around with someone else!" With this he grabbed Cid's other arm, breaking it as well. Once again Cid forced himself through the pain; clinching his jaw so hard that it broke teeth.

"Do you know where the girl went?" The sight of this ugly brute cocking his head to the side like a dog as it queried him would have been funny were it not for the ill-intent.

"No, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. You worthless piece of trash."

Once again, Hozmel let off a show of quirking his lips. By his smirk it was obvious to tell that he was enjoying this.

Cid prepared himself for what was about to come.

"Well then, that means that you're useless doesn't it?." With something akin to the sound of someone ripping apart a rather large chicken wing he pulled Cid in half, his clothes falling apart as he did so.

Hozmel did it slowly.

It was excruciating. Cid had believed that only his arms would be yanked off. Apparently his flesh said otherwise; though his head did choose to stay on the side it apparently favored. As he lay on the floor, barely coherent, he saw his body's blood and gore pool around him. Hozmel stared down at him from overhead. The golem's lips moved, but Cid was in too much pain to understand the words that came out. He had not been prepared enough.

"Good-bye little man." With a curb-stomp of nuclear proportions, Cid's head was obliterated.

Mizore saw it all.

The way the obviously weak yokai ran from out of their bastion to tango to-to-toe with the big bad, all the while doing no damage what-so-ever. She saw as he was stilled. Heard the crunch of bone. She had wanted to retaliate, but now she knew what he was about. He had apparently known that in an all-out fight he would have been useless. So he had chosen to distract the behemoth. He had told her to wait until he was dead. It was hard, but she understood. Sometimes you can't save them all. There has to be sacrifices. And he had chosen to let her live. She decided to wait until the deed was done. And when they were content with their victory, she would give them a taste of her very own frozen hell.

Then it happened. She saw the stranger, the mook in knights armor, torn asunder. She had heard of things like this happening. People receiving cruel fates even though they didn't deserve them. But she had never seen a death quite like this. To say she was horrified would have been an understatement. Mizore felt sick to her stomach. The only thing she could do was stare slack-jawed at the happenings in front of her. During their short time in hiding, she had gotten used to the fact that there was someone whom she didn't really know, but was still an acquaintance she would be able to nod her head at as they passed through the academy's halls. But to actually see someone she knew a tad bit killed, rattled her.

She hadn't truly registered the ways in which he could be maimed, tortured, and eventually made plain'ol dead. She had hoped that it would be quick and painless, but this… This was not quick nor was it painless. In a way, maybe she had figured that Tsukune and the gang would show up and save everyone.

His eyes wandered. His head lolled around as if trying to comprehend what had happened. He was soon to be dead, she knew. But he was trying so hard to hang on to the last threads of life. It was sure to be exponential more painful than if his will to live had fled during the assault. Then, a tremendous boom. The only thing left of his bright red hair and pale face was a crater where his head had been. The blast from the stomp shook her out of the trance. She would forever remember his face, the way it smiled through the oozing blood when he had looked at her and mouthed out a single word.

He had said "Now".

Her anger once again took over. Hell Will Freeze.

Next time on CpttLGNOP

Mizore sat in a broken heap next to the scattered remains of the stranger. "You sacrificed yourself for me... BITCH I'M IN LOVE, gimme that thigh bone!"

Not really. Now remember, this is my first time. Don't burn me too hard or it'll hurt my poor 'old heart and I'll keel over.