Chapter 2

Tsukune sighed, he had just completed his mission report, the report contained everything he had learned so far, about the school, Saizo, the student police like faction, Ripha and everything he knew about Moka. The report reply came a few minutes later.

/: Mission report response:/

The Intel you have provided has been of great help, it has been forwarded to the other assassin's at Yokai Academy.

Concerning Ripha we have assigned on of the others to do reconnaissance on him, we already know a great deal about The Yokai Academy Protection Committee. All relevant files will be forwarded to you.

Concerning Moka Akashiya, for now you are to learn more about her and see what you can get from her.

Concerning Saizo:

Orders: Terminate. You are given the green light to take him out, just do it quietly.

/End Response/

Tsukune leaned back into his chair and put his hands behind his head, contemplating how he would deal with killing Saizo. He would do it in Saizo's room while he slept, poison should do the trick. Tsukune had brought some with him; it would only take a little and left almost no trace in the blood stream. All it would do is lower the immune system to such a level that Saizo would die almost instantly after it took affect. The more complicated matter was Moka, baiting in someone into a relationship was very difficult, you had to do it at just the right speed, to fast and they would get suspicious, to slow and they would move on. Tsukune exhaled; tired from the day's work he powered down his laptop and went to bed…..and dreamt about his past.

Tsukune at an age of five was standing in the middle of a parade square. He was waiting for the instructor to arrive and command the division. Tsukune looked around at the division, there where forty-five other five year olds in it, they were roughly 50-50 gender wise. A few moments later, an instructor marched in front of the dais.

"Fall in recruit's, fall in." shouted the instructor. Tsukune quickly took the position as marker at the yellow X on the ground and stood at attention. The rest of the recruit's assembled to his left, also standing at attention. The instructor, a boy ten years of age waited for the division to fall in. The instructor was roughly five tall, he had brown hair, green eyes and a scowl that told you he was in charge. When the division had assembled the instructor snapped to attention, his steel to boot slamming against the floor with a thundering "SLAM". (Just so you guys know I will be using Canadian military drill with a few of my own personal touches, as I am a member of the Royal Canadian Sea Cadet Core)

"At ease!" shouted the instructor and the entire division when to at ease with their feet shoulder width apart and their hands behind there back.

"All right recruits, I am senior novice instructor John Willson, you will address me as Instructor Willson, Divisional Instructor, D.I. , DI Willson, S.N. Willson or Senior Novice, or just Senior. You will be addressed as recruits, joiner novice or by you last name. Am I understood?" Shouted S.N. Willson. The entire division went to attention and half mumbled, half shouted a reply that was impossible to understand, as everyone did not know what to call him.

"That was horrible." Willson said, a small smile tugging at his lips.

" When in division just call me instructor unless there is another instructor within the divisions area, then you will call me S.N. Willson. Now lets try that again, am I understood?" asked Senior Novice Willson. This time the response was unified.

"Yes instructor" the division shouted back.

"Good. Division attention" shouted the S.N. The division snapped to attention.

"Right turn." The division turned right.

"Quick march" Shouted senior novice Willson. In unison the division started to move in step. Senior Novice Willson led them to a rectangular shaped building.

"Halt!" Shouted Senior Novice Willson loudly so everyone could hear him. Not everyone reacted instantly so there were a few gaps in the division's dressing.

"Right turn." Called Senior Novice Willson. The division turned right and faced the rectangular building. Instructor Willson marched to the front of the division and went to attention and addressed the division.

"The building you see behind me will be your barracks, it will be completely

Co-gender. Go in, choose a bed, your packs will be delivered shortly. Dismissed." Shouted instructor Willson and with that the division walked into the barracks. Tsukune walked over to a bunk and sat on the bottom one. His bunk was in the middle area. A few moments later another boy walked up to Tsukune.

"Is the top bunk taken?" He asked pointing to the top bunk.

Tsukune looked at the boy, he looked about the same age as Tsukune, his skin color and complexion suggested that he was Mexican, or at least was from around that area.

"No, it's all yours." Tsukune told him.

"Thanks." The boy said. "My names Dante Dark, What's yours?" Dark asked.

"Aono, Tsukune Aono." Tsukune replied to him.

"Hey, are bags are here!" shouted someone from the front of the barracks. Everyone rushed to get his or her belongings from the truck that had just pulled up.

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" Shouted senior novice instructor Willson at the top of his lungs. Immediately everyone stopped.

"Form a semi-cercal around the back of the truck and let the workers unload, NOW" shouted Willson and the division quickly moved into a semi-cercal formation. The workers threw duffle bags to the ground and the recruits arranged them in a single file line, when all of the duffle bags were arranged in a single file line the recruits searched for their bag. When everyone had their bags they all filled back into the barracks. Once everyone appropriately unpacked Instructor Willson Stood at the doorway of the barracks.

"PT GEAR, TWO MINUTES, MUSTER OUT FRONT" He shouted. Everyone scrambled to get into his or her physical training gear. PT gear was a black T-shirt made from cotton and polyester, a pair of short made from cotton and cross-training black and grey shoes. Females who had breast's would ware a sports bra under their T-shirt but everyone being around age five the females weren't at that stage yet. At the two minute mark only about half the division was assembled. Tsukune, Dante, and the other half of the division were still rushing to get their PT gear on.

"MOVE IT GO GO GO!" Willson shouted at Tsukune, shoving him to the door.

A few minutes late the division was assembled and Willson did not look happy. "It took you five and a half minutes, FIVE AND A HALF FUCKING MINUTES, THAT IS FUCKING DISCRACFUL. IT SHOULD NOT TAKE YOU FIVE AND A HALF MINUTES TO CHANGE. " Willson shouted angrily. He gave the division a look and suddenly everybody was interested in their shoes. "We're running Inuia." Instructor Willson stated simply.

Inuia, Latin for impassible, Inuia is a twenty kilometer run with a five kilometer obstacle course at the end.

Tsukune was at the five-kilometer point; most of the division had passed out or were pulled of. Dante was beside Tsukune; they nodded to each other in recognition of their progress. They were instep with each other. At this point they barely had any conscious thought, their brain had mainly shut down conscious thought, they only focused on the rhythm of their feet, the thudding of their heart. And then they passed out and were dragged off of the gravel road.

Tsukune awoke a few seconds after he was dragged to the side of the road. Dante was to his left. Tsukune closed his eyes again, hoping to get a few minutes of rest. But Senior Novice Willson would have none of it. He saw Tsukune open his eyes then close them. He grabbed Tsukune and thrust him into a standing position.

"On your feet, you're not getting out that easy." Willson said to me when I could stand a second after the world stopped spinning.

"Yes Senior." I slurred out while shaking my head, trying to clear my vision.

A few hours later everyone was in their bunk sleeping, they still had half an hour to socialize and talk but nobody wanted to, they were all to exhausted. After everyone regained consciousness the division was driven up to the five-kilometer optical course, and this wasn't your ordinary summer camp optical course. This optical course was filled with bard wire, smoke, the sounds of firearms and the screams of wounded and dying soldiers, this was a battlefield course, designed to create elite warriors who weren't bothered by death or destruction, who could continue on until they themselves were killed. The division was forced to do the course for nine grueling hours, even though they were assassin recruits, who had the bleeding affect, were hyper evolved past regular humans, and had genetic manipulation and augmentation from generations of fighting they were still young and inexperienced.

Tsukune awoke suddenly, for the briefest moment he thought he was in his childhood barracks, only for the briefest moment. Tsukune got ready for the day; he cleaned himself and did his workout.

It was after everyone had woken up and was walking to school that Tsukune saw Moka. He saw her first, for multiple reasons; one was that he was 'blending with the crowed' which was basically just looking and acting like you belonged ad other people will believe it. Another was that when Moka walked by, everyone seemed to be pushed back by some invisible force.

"Morning Moka." Tsukune greeted her when she was close enough to hear him.

"Morning Tsukune!" Moka chanted gleefully, latching onto his arm. Tsukune tensed and flinched; he barely suppressed the instinctual action to throw her to the ground again.

"All of this personal contact is going to be hard to get used to." Tsukune thought to himself.

The two eventually found a secluded area were they were alone. Tsukune and Moka were sitting down on some steps.

"Moka, why are you so nice to me?" Tsukune asked, still unable to wrap his head around Moka being the daughter of one of the most powerful of the vampire nobility.

"Why? Because I…I… love-to suck your blood!" Moka said and bit Tsukune's neck. Tsukune's training kicked in. Tsukune did a hard jab into Moka's diaphragm. Driving the air from her lungs. Tsukune then used his right hand to grab her left shoulder and his left hand grab her wais on the right side. Tsukune threw her five meters away.

"I am not your personal cafeteria!" He shouted at her and ran off into the forest.

Inner Moka was at peace at the moment. When she was sealed her world consisted of nothing but an endless sea of war blood, barely even able to put together coherent thoughts. That happened to you when you were sealed for about half a decade. Her recent and quick release was the only reason she could think at all. Inner Moka sighed as pleasure rolled over her, as what tends to happen when her body drinks blood, warm blood. She sighed contempt. She then suddenly was bombarded by pain; she sat up gasping.

"What's happening?" Inner Moka asked herself "she was a fully fledge super vampire, she rarely felt any pain that had any effect on her. Inner Moka gulped, if the pain was substantial enough for her to react like that-" Inner Moka Gulped "Then how was her outer self reacting?"

Outer Moka, or Moka, was lying on the ground stunned, al pool of bile forming on the ground by her mouth. That strike from Tsukune did a more then just drive the air from her lungs. Moka was conscious enough to hear Tsukune shout and run off.

Hey everyone, sorry for the long wait, I've just been really busy and haven't had the time or have been too lazy to write. But good news, school is over in two weeks and I will be able to type way more hopefully.