Get What You Wanted Ch 2
It wasn't supposed to be this way.
Moka told herself that a hundred times as she stared up at the ceiling, however it didn't make what happened any less real or any less painful. If there was any doubt, Gin sleeping with his arm draped over her with half of his well sculpted body covered only with a bit of linen was reality enough that last evening was the beginning of something new, something different…
Something wrong.
Outer Moka closed her eyes when another spasm tickle her womb, the inner walls of her womanhood and the dull ache in her thighs. It would be a lie to say she didn't enjoy what Gin had done to her, the way he touched her, kissed her, ravaged her…The once President of the Newspaper club was undeniably skilled and wonderful lover. Outer Moka knew he would be, with his own stint of woman he chased or those that chased him. The dark haired werewolf had been a zealously sexual partner to all of his affairs, and Moka was something he claimed with an insatiable hunger. His hands maneuvered over her like some artist could manipulate his craft to perfection.
On a more primal, physical level, she had wanted more, much more and he was a generous giver. She was a vampire, a creature made to hunt and built with an alluring sensuality that was matched only by her peers or that of another elite monster, which her current lover was.
A small part of her even admitted he was a better partner in bed then her Tsukune.
Her legs closed together to sooth a slight discomfort at the turn of her hip when she felt something wet, something sticky yet dry crawl down the curve of her bottom. Green eyes opened in another reality as she felt her hip slide over something thick and vitreous.
Pulling the sheets up, she could see some of the bruises Gin had made on her breasts, on her belly. He had been utterly thorough marking his territory and she couldn't help but feel sick about it.
Why had she allowed him to do that to her, inside of her? How many times had they had sex?
A dry heave escaped her lips when she glanced at the clock. It was well afternoon and Tsukune had not come back home. Or had he?
She shifted herself from the comfort of her shared warmth with Gin, her legs carefully lift herself over the wide wet spot on the bed and shimmy out onto the cool floor and into a tan robe she kept close by.
Once more she glanced over at the handsome young man in her bed and felt sick. Yes, her sempai was adorably beautiful, gorgeous, and easily every woman's dream, but he and her had a history with friends, family, and they have protected each other with their lives, sworn to fight together till the death, and now…now…
What would become of their family?
It was true that they had all went their separate ways, with only Gin, Ruby, and Yukari close by, but that didn't mean because of this spat, this hiccup in the relationship between Tsukune and herself that things still couldn't be the same.
Could it?
Moka shook her head, positive this was all going to work itself out. It had to. It really, really had to.
When she closed the door to the bedroom, she felt another trickle of semen discharge from between her legs and winced. Another shiver of her thighs reminded her that her body had been abused in such a way that would give credit to her lover…
…had she actually loved him.
Shaking her head again, feeling the start of tears fall down her face, she didn't have to see if Tsukune had come home or not. His key was still on counter top, tossed carelessly without any intent of coming back.
Her Tsukune was gone.
Trying to calm her breath, Outer Moka glanced around the sparse room to the kitchen, to the living room, and then the bathroom. Everything was in place as it should, as it had been just the day before.
Then it hit her how slight Tsukune's scent was, how it lingered ever so to let her realize that he was becoming a further memory than what she realized. Gin's was strong and heady, mixed with her own and that of the perfume Tsukune got her for her twentieth birthday.
Moka touched her neck and hiccupped a sob.
Why didn't he just listen to her? Why had he made her pull all of these stops so she could see how serious she was about not wanting to be surrounded by humans anymore? Did he see how much it hurt her to do this when she loved him so much? She couldn't, WOULDN'T let her children experience the same thing she had. If she had to hurt him to make him see just how serious she was, she follow through with her threat if she had to let another man take her body.
"Tsukune…" She whimpered into the quiet room.
Yes, she cared for him, loved him when he was just a human, because her Tsukune was unique, he was above all other humans in perception and integrity. Everyone mattered to him with all his heart and was selfless beyond what any normal person, monster or human, would have permitted themselves. When he made a point of telling her that he wanted their kids to be raised with his family, with those kind of people who would shower her with insults and jeers, pester her and mock her for being a bit too pretty, too smart, too eager to help she felt her whole world just crumble.
No one had helped her. Even her mother eventually abandoned her to her father's ways of the vampire.
She told him over and over again in as many different ways as she could, but he would not get it out of his head that their relationship was strong enough and they were capable enough to shield their children from those sort of influences.
He didn't understand that she was a vampire in a human world and SHE was the weak one! She was so alone and afraid with no one to help her...
Not her father, not her mother, not her siblings...no one!
When he told her that he would be there for them, he had said it so easily, so casually. Didn't he understand how serious it was to her? Couldn't he comprehend how painful it was to be subjected to that kind of treatment and be singled out without anyone to help her... or him...?
Flashes of their time together at the Youkai Academy rushed back to her, most of it being when Tsukune was that alone individual and he was surrounded by people who not only wanted to ostracize him, but wanted to kill him.
"Oh my God..." She murmured to herself, her hands clawing the robe closed against her body.
Everything came back to her in a flash. The moments he could have left but he decided to stay with her to protect her. Every single time he had pulled off her rosario and summoned Inner Moka when she couldn't do it herself, he did so to help when they needed it most to protect not only himself, but his other dear friends. He had been willing to put himself in harms way each and every time, carelessly, recklessly, desperately to keep all of his precious people safe.
So what would he do for their children if they were being bullied by simple humans if he would do that for monsters who could kill him?
With that revelation and knowing all to well she had done, what she had said she would, but proving her point hit home had a very bitter, sickly feel at the pit of her stomach.
Another fat drop of semen crawled down her leg and against her inner knee.
"I'm going to be sick," She spoke into the air with her hand covering her mouth and rushed into the bathroom.
That evening, Tsukune decided to take a walk.
He wasn't sure where he went, just that he had about 17000 yen in his pocket, his ID, and some old photos of his friends and Moka in his wallet. One foot in front of the other was good enough for him, as far as location and distance went. As unwilling as he tried not to do, he replayed everything he witnessed that evening. It was a cruel cycle that didn't stop no matter what he tried.
Tsukune found himself looking around his surrounding and realized he was in a park surrounded with sakura trees. Their scent was lovely as was the eroded stone block walls that held everything in it's place. A few stray clouds broke the moon's glowing silhouette, and the stars were significantly bright tonight.
Aono Tsukune wondered if he should have asked Moka to walk with him. Maybe things could have calmed down enough so that everything that happened tonight could have been postponed or if she could have just witnessed the life he had when he was growing up and met some of the people that he considered friends from his school then she could have seen he wasn't surrounded with delinquent children.
What could possibly have happened to her that made her this severely rebellious to the idea of having her children associate with humans?
"Moka-chan..." he whispered the name that made him hurt so much.
How could they ever get past this? What was he supposed to do now? Why did he feel like such a fool for loving her so much, for so long, and yet knew that this was still not his fault? His Moka was a brilliant, smart, incredible woman who had been more then favorable of the idea to being not only friends but lovers to a human. Inner Moka had been adamant that she would not be mated to a mortal human because of the short lifespan and her having to endure his death would be too much for her.
So she made him a vampire.
The idea had scared him at first. To lose your humanity, your very existence that you've known for all of your life for the sake of not only living to protect yourself and your most beloved friends.
Then it was a blessing among blessings. What better way to show his love to her then to be there for her for all times? What better way to express it then to reaffirm it when they were alone, in their kisses, in their intimacies, in the way they called each other's name in the height of emotions or any other form of togetherness.
It was a blessing and also a curse.
How long would it take to get over this? What could possibly happen to make any of this, all of this eventually just be a moment in his time, in his history that he will look back on and consider it just one of life's low moments and continue on?
"What do I do?" he said out lout to know one, his hands on his face as a few rays of the moon touched him.
Click-fomph.
The strike of flint and the light of fire caught Tsukune's attention. A tall man with a blue uniform, blue bus driver hat, and glowing yellow eyes lit a cigar and took a few long, lazy puffs.
"Hello, boy." He stared up at the stars, after tapping a little bit of ash off his stogie.
"Busdriver-san," Tsukune had to ask himself more mentally then verbally why this man was here above all places.
"It's quite a night, isn't it?" The older man slouched himself against one of the sakura trees, looking about without any real interest.
"Yeah," Tsukune answered without any real enthusiasm.
"You know, boy," the older man pulled on his cigar again and let out another puff, "only the past is the past. The future holds only what we want it to."
"What do you mean?" Tsukune tried to comprehend where this was heading or what he was trying to express.
"The bus is not far from here." He flicked his wrist in a random gesture. "What happened to you tonight was a part of life that no one really wants to experience, but will in some shape or form. It doesn't mean it has to be the end of your happiness or choices. Think of it," he pulled at his white gloves to fit them tighter over his fingers, "as a beginning of a new one. Some paths were meant to end. Some where meant to be found anew. Others were just meant to crumble and never be rebuilt again. You have options out there, so I am here to offer you one that has many choices."
"I'm listening." Tsukune dusted off his pants and stood up.
"We can go anywhere you want to go," he gave Tsukune a huge grin. "Choose."
Tsukune thought about it for just a minute. There was really only one place he could think of right now.
"I want to go..."
Okay, everyone. I've decided to not make this a one shot, but into a story that has an undetermined amount of chapters. Basically, I'm going to 'run with it'. Lets see how it goes, shall we?
Your Mistress.
