Well, guess what? I've received my first complaint! I'm not mad at all about it, and I'm only bringing it up so that I can clarify one thing: I do not hate Tsukune Aono. I may not like the fact that he is so weak, but that's a main part of the show, so I'm fine with it. It's Outer Moka that I have a problem with. I get that she is a major part of the show, but I just don't like her. She reminds me to much of Orihime, only she's too powerful to be allowed to be such an airhead. Sure, she gets good grades, but she's always almost killing Tsukune! Plus, she's fake! Literally! She is a fake personality, made by the real Moka's father to give her a chance to "live normally". Yeah, it's kinda hard to do that when you're LOCKED INSIDE YOUR OWN BODY! She deserves to live her life in HER body!

Anyway, now that I'm done with my rant, I shall continue on with the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Rosario + Vampire. If I did, then Moka would be able to take off her own damn Rosary.

Mizore Shirayuki is getting worried. And for once in her High School life, it isn't about Tsukune.

She can't find this "Seth Makarov" anywhere. She has asked around, and some people seem to know him, but the general opinion is that he is a know-it-all that beats people up when they say something that he doesn't like.

Mizore isn't sure how she knows, but something just doesn't seem right about that. He doesn't seem to be the type to bully others. He's too much like…

Too much like me, she thinks. She knows what it's like to have people spread rumors about you without waiting to hear your side of the story. But she had people who were willing to get the truth, not just spread the lies. She feels compelled to do that for him. So, she continues the search and decides to bring it up to the Newspaper Club.

And that's where she is now, waiting for somebody, preferably her Tsukune, to show up. Oh Tsukune. One day, I'll have you!

While she is daydreaming, Moka walks in. "Oh, hey Mizore!" she cheers happily.

"Hey," Mizore replies shortly, ending her fantasy and plastering her stone expression on her face again. "Listen, I have a favor to ask. Do you think you could help me find someone?"

"Well, I'm not really sure where Tsukune is right now, sorry…"

"It's not him. It's this guy I met yesterday. I can't find him."

"Oh, you've finally found someone other than Tsukune, huh? Good for you!" Moka says, completely oblivious to the cold glare she is receiving from Mizore.

"No, I'll never give up. Tsukune will be mine. I just really need to find this guy. He's… he's like me."

"Oh, ok! I'll help you find him! What's his name and what does he look like?"

"Well," Mizore says, remembering back to the night before, "he's tall, he has blonde hair and brown eyes and looks to be in good shape. His name is Seth Makarov."

"Oh, you mean that student who transferred here from the United States at the same time we started school here?"

"Yeah, and that's about all I've been able to dig up. Apparently he's been to all of his classes so far, but between breaks he disappears," Mizore reports. "I've tried setting another trap for him, but he isn't falling for them," she adds thoughtfully to herself.

"Umm, maybe setting a trap isn't the best idea. You could be freaking him out," Moka suggested.

"No, that doesn't seem likely. He's like me. A stalker," Mizore iterates.

"Oh… umm… how do you know him?" Moka asks, a sweat drop forming on her forehead and a nervous smile on her face.

"I caught him stalking me in a trap I set. Then he got away."

"H-how did he manage to escape?" Moka inquires, a bit scared to hear the answer.

"He teleported," Mizore replies, looking as deadpan as ever to let her know that he wasn't joking. "He was trapped in ice one second, and the next, the ice was gone and so was he."

"Oh? That's… um… curious… how about we ask Gin? I'm sure he could sniff him out," Moka says, hoping that their club president would help them.

"What? A favor? You want me to find someone?" Gin says, hopping up to and through the window from the ground.

"Yes. There is a guy we would like you to find," Mizore tells him.

"Umm, I'm just gonna go find Tsukune, ok?" Moka says before running out of the room to find her source of blood. Lunch was already nearly over!

"Well, I guess that just leaves us then. Can you help me?" Mizore asks.

"Sure, in exchange for a favor of my own," Gin says with a mischievous smirk.

"No photos," Mizore shoots him down immediately.

"Wha-? Oh, fine. Then I want some of that curry you made a while back! That stuff was delicious!"

"Ok. But first let's find our guy."

And so, they start the search once more, not bothering to go to class (it wouldn't be the first time either one of them had skipped). They manage to spot him in his last hour class, Spanish, where a kid right next to him looks severely injured.

Gin swallows hard, and Mizore starts wondering how much of the rumors are true. Of course, she'd get the whole story, but the evidence was starting to suggest that maybe this was a bad idea.

"Hey, where'd he go?" Gin asks, breaking Mizore away from her thoughts. The bell has just rung, and once again, Seth has vanished.

"Well, I suppose he CAN teleport, so it's not all that surprising, really," Mizore says.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Gin says, a little put out.

"You know, it's not polite to spy on someone as if they don't know," a deep voice sounds from behind the two stalkers.

"WHAT THE HELL!" Gin exclaims, nearly falling from the ledge they are standing on.

"Oh," was all that was heard from Mizore, which was the equivalent of Gin reaction.

"Why are you watching me?" Seth asks, no small amount of hope in his voice.

"Well, could we talk down there? I'm sure Gin would appreciate it," Mizore replies.

"Sure."

Mizore hops down with Gin right behind her. She then permits him to scurry off and do whatever perverted things he is sure to do.

"Don't forget about the curry!" he calls as he runs into the nearest pile of bushes, his camera ready.

What does he think he's doing? Seth thinks, knowing full well of Gin's habits. However, he decides, now is not the time to be bothered by things like that. Right now, the girl of his dreams his requested an audience, which he is more than willing to accept.

"So, what is this all about?" Seth asks, managing to conceal his joy and anticipation better than before. However, he can't help but feel more than slightly nervous. What if she's just here to shoot me down?

"I wanted to know if you'll be my friend," Mizore answers.

Seth's heart drops slightly. "Why, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Because I know the position you're in. I may not share your feelings, but I do want to help you," Mizore explains, making Seth swell with a mixture of jealousy, sadness and excitement.

"But you don't even know me. How do you know that all the rumors about me being a self-centered jerk aren't true?" he inquires, his voice thinly lined with bitterness.

"I had rumors spread about me too. I know what it's like to have rumors spread about you while nobody stops to ask for your side of the story. If you're willing to tell it, I'm willing to listen."

Seth thinks about this for a moment. "Are you sure that you want to hear what I have to say?"

"Yes, I wouldn't have said so if I didn't."

"Alright. What do you want to know?"

Mizore smiles inwardly over her victory. "How about what happened with that student that sits next to you?"

"Oh, him. That actually happened yesterday."

Seth explains what happened to Mizore, making sure to keep his own emotions out of his recounting to make it as accurate as possible.

"So, it was him who threw the first punch," Mizore states.

"Yeah. I just happened to throw the last and looked good doing it. Apparently, that makes me the bad guy."

"Well, at least you didn't get sexually assaulted," Mizore says, remembering her own encounter with the P.E. teacher the previous year. She then notices that Seth's face has gone blank, his eyes cold and hard. "What's wrong?"

"Can we not talk about perverts like him right now? It was bad enough the first time," Seth says, making Mizore's eyebrow quirk in an unspoken question.

"I saw what happened. I was about to say something when the rumors spread, but Gin beat me to it," Seth reveals.

Suddenly, a fire starts burning in Mizore's head. A slight red tint blurs her vision, and she hits Seth with all of her force, sending the unsuspecting individual flying.

Seth lays there, the shock finally receding, but the confusion remains. The force of the blow scatters his mind, and he can't think of anything he could've possibly said to have offended Mizore so much. He realizes that she is walking towards him, both hands and hair transformed fully.

"Are you saying that you saw me being taken advantage of, and you did nothing? Just sat there and watched like a little pervert? Is that all you're interested in? Are you only trying to get a look at my body?" Mizore asks, thoroughly pissed. It takes Seth less time than it does to teleport to figure out what she's talking about.

"No, that isn't what happened," he says, now standing up. "Just let me explain-"

"Explain what? Explain why you didn't help me?"

"No! Let me explain how I did!" Seth cries, his eyes starting to fill up. Even she won't listen, even after she said she would.

"How!? How did you help me!? You did nothing! I almost got raped while you just watched! I was accused of striking a teacher in blind fury! The only person who helped me was-"

"Wait, stop, let me guess, it was Tsukune, wasn't it!?" Seth yells, suddenly filled with more than just sadness. All he has to do is say some nice things and he's instantly a saint! Where is my reward!?

"Yes, it was! Tsukune was the only one who helped me when I needed it!" Mizore defends.

"No, he wasn't! I think you're forgetting that Gin set the record straight about what happened to the P.E. teacher! And if you would take the time to listen, you would know how I helped too!"

Mizore is shocked into silence. She feels really bad about forgetting what her club president had done for her, and that guilt has snapped her out of her rage. So, she just stands there, hands still encased in ice.

"Tell me, how many arms does a kraken have? Do you know? I'm betting you think it has eight, right? Wrong. They have 12."

At this, Mizore's face contorts slightly with confusion.

"And four of these arms are way larger than the rest. They are longer, stronger and faster, and taking on just one is considered an accomplishment. Four is considered almost impossible, even for an S-class super monster."

Understanding starts to dawn on Mizore, and her mouth falls open, dropping her lollipop. She can't believe what she is hearing.

"Didn't you notice how your panties remained virtually untouched? Didn't you find that a bit weird? Sure, you managed to fight off and freeze eight of his arms, but what happened to the other four, the ones that are considered impossible to take on by yourself?" Seth teleports right in front of Mizore, bends over, and whispers in a hurt voice, "I didn't just stand there and watch. I helped the best that I could; you were just a little too preoccupied to notice. The teacher and Gin didn't see me because I was teleporting constantly. That was the first time that I saw you, and I kept watching in case something like that ever happened again. I kept watching to protect you." And with that, he teleports once more to the woods.