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Moka waited for Tsukune in their usual spot. She smiled at the thought of the other day. She was a little tired of waiting for Tsukune to make his move. Plus, there was always someone there to interrupt them because of how nervous Tsukune got.
'Maybe I should try to-'
'No you shouldn't try anything!' Ura said butting in to Omote's thoughts.
'But Ura-'
'No and if you even try to do what you dreamed about, I will hit him with the rosary or find a way to unseal myself and hell will break loose. This is a promise.' Ura said confidentally.
'Is that so?' Moka suddenly grinned, 'Fine, fine.'
'You're not planning anything are you?' Inner Moka was suddenly a little nervous not that her tone showed it.
'Wouldn't you already know?' Moka retorted.
'You are innocent to your convenience you know that. You are good at hiding thing you wish to hide.' Inner Moka huffed.
"Good morning, Tsukune." Moka said looking at the boy and ignoring Ura's statement.
"Good morning, Moka." Tsukune said with his usual bubbly aura.
Moka gave him the look, the look that defined their morning routine, the sweet innocent look that said 'be my juice box please.'
"Moka…" Tsukune said with a nervous smile.
"Tsukune, I was wondering it I could…you know…the usual…sorry…" Moka said and then added bitterly, "Unless anyone is opposed."
"No, not at all." Ura and Tsukune replied.
Ura was perfectly fine with it if it was just blood. Tsukune was afraid maybe Moka was mad at him for falling asleep yesterday. He hoped this would make up for it. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned one of the buttons on his shirt. He slightly tilted his neck to the right and waited. Moka blushed.
She was becoming such a rebel for Tsukune. She pulled him by his tie and locked her lips to his. Tsukune was too shocked to move or react in any form. Ura was more than a little speechless not to mention as red as her complexion let her be (within the rosary). Moka pulled away and took, a dumbfounded, Tsukune's hand to pull her rosary. Oh, so this was a punishment.
Moka's appearance began to change. Her green eyes became crimson, cotton candy pink hair turned a gorgeous silver, and her teenage figure became more adult. Tsukune was still too stunned from the kiss to run.
"Why…ugh...and you!...damn…err." Inner Moka growled.
He was dead. He was going to die! He might as well do something before he kicks the bucket. He cringed at the word kick. He took a deep breath and with a sudden spring of courage. He placed his hands on her cheeks and pulled her in for a kiss. This time he gathered his senses together and really felt everything he could.
Her lips were soft, her scent was that of strawberries, her cheeks felt warm some reason, and the part of her hair he was touching was so silky. Moka had always gathered information around her to find a target's weakness, but it was so different know because her main sense was touch instead of vision. His lips were firm, his heart was beating loudly, his hands were soft, and his soft moan of pleasure rumbled against her lips. She almost lost herself. She recovered from his oddly succubus like powers and pushed him away. She could feel her face burning from her blush.
Where was the interruption when she needed it? Although, she had to admit she felt a little cold when he wasn't so close anymore.
"No! No!" Kurumu's voice echoed through the pathway, "It can't be! It's a lie!"
They were too late to interrupt the actual action, but they had come to the rescue for the awkward moment of silence between them.
"Kurumu," Mizore said in her monotone voice, "the prophet has spoken. Your destined one is-"
"No!" Kurumu yelled, "It's Tsukune! Right, Tsuk-Moka what are you doing out?"
Inner Moka turned her back to them. She was trying to compose herself. She couldn't let those two see the blush on her face! She didn't even want Tsukune to see. She blushed at the thought of him now.
Oh, Omote was so dead. Revenge! Once she figured out what to do that was just as goo-bad! She meant bad not good!
"Was there an atta-" Mizore tried to say while giving a concerned look at Tsukune.
"She came to mock me." Kurumu dramatically sobbed onto Mizore's shoulder, "I can't believe out of all the people it had to be Kiria!"
"What prophet?" Yukari said jumping out of the bushes with a big grin.
Moka tried her best not to drop to the floor. Of course the young witch would be hiding in the bush. Why hadn't she sensed it before?! It was that dang Tsukune! She made her lose all thoughts.
"The only goddess of prophet at our school." Mizore responded, "For the school festival, she's telling people the future to fundraise for the club she's in."
"She's right next to the test of love activity." Kurumu said still on Mizore's shoulder making her words muffled.
Mizore looked away from Moka and Tsukune. She too had gotten her future told to her. She had annoyingly been paired up none other than Gin. Kurumu had stormed off before she had heard Mizore ask about Moka and Tsukune. Somehow she hadn't been too shocked.
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Did you enjoy it? Next Chapter will be Inner Moka's acceptance to love.
