Author Notes : Since two people voted for an update on this fanfiction in my poll I released another chapter, I hope it'll please you.
-About the similarity with Unsealed Vampire, I went to compare the start and truly it has similarity. I am not too worried thought, that prove the start wasn't messed up beyond possibilities. My point is that in a serious (mature) fanfiction you can't have many kind of relationships between Aoko and Moka early on. Still I'll admit the idea of Master-Servant was inspired from Fate Stay Night as the hand-mark (in this chapter) is a reference to it.
-About the grammar, well I rewritted the prologue twice and reread it twice too fixing things, still few things schock me too much at the moment. I'll reread it later when it'll be out of my mind so I can see the mistakes. About beta reader, I've found some people that might do it, yet I have examen this years in about two months. This might make me update irregulary which is why I don't want to bother someone with it yet. (might still do it if all chapter are reviewed as grammatically as bad as BlackNhite said).
By the way, I didn't find any spelling error when checking again the posted prologue. (dictionnairy and automatic corrector together)
Last chapter's words :
tic-tac-tic-tac
The sounds were dangerously alluring, dangerously attiring, provoking him to fight or to stay with them until the end.
"Fine."
Those sounds would never rule over him he swore that long ago. But as he felt two teeth strike happily into his skin, he heard the sound again...
tic-tac-tic-tac
As if they were mocking him.
First Hour : tic-tac-tic-tac
The rest of the day had been eventful for the newly appointed familiar. It was probably an understatement. Tsukune couldn't help but be surprised of how easily the vampire scared the others monsters. Including her roommate.
""You stay here." Tsukune eyed the room.
"They let a boy in the girl dormitory ?" He couldn't help but use a disbelieving tone for his question. She glanced at him disdainfully.
"Why should they have a word in it ?" Tsukune didn't answer to what wasn't a real question. At least the room was painted in dark blue instead of the bloody red in the other chamber occupied by his new master. The furniture were basic, a bed, a desk and a chest. All of them in purple color. He wondered what the constructor had in mind, pointless thinking that got him a whack on the head.
"Don't space out while I am here. Answer me now." Tsukune confused gaze only increased the vampire's anger.
The punch was painful, hitting the wall with your back too. mercilessly she placed a feet on her stomach, forcing to stay on the ground. "Listen Tsukune and make that clear in your head." The vampire raised a finger, adding a finger each time she counted. "First, you always call me Moka or master. Second, you always answer me whenever I ask a question. Third, You comply with my orders without hesitation. Fourth, never ask something without permission. Fifth you must never leave my side unless I allow you to." She seemed to hesitate after that. "That's all for now." Tsukune nodded, not having much choice. "Now prepare dinner." She freed him and went inside her chamber not letting him the time to speak.
Tsukune stood up and checked his body. Amazing enough after a sandwich attack he was fine, the pain mostly gone.
"Familiar power's huh." He glanced at his left hand, a reddish-black symbol in form of a bat hide the skin under it. A mark that allowed the master and his familiar to know generally how far apart they were, and in which direction if one focused. A mark that also allowed the master to channel its energy, or youki for monster, into the familiar body allowing him physical performance beyond its basic abilities.
tic-tac-tic-tac
Tsukune stood up, heading toward the kitchen. He noticed that familiar or not, the clock and those sounds were still here. Shaking his head he began to look at what he could make. The fridge was almost empty. He still found enough to make a proper dinner with mainly meat and tomatoes. He prepared it with a mechanical ease. To be frank he cooked rarely however since he always made himself busy, he somehow ended up reading the book about cooking when his parents were at work. At some point, it had even been fun to prepare complicated dish as it kept him concentrated. The worst he ever did while cooking was turning a frying pan into a burst of flames when he tried flamed pancake recipe.
Well, half the bottle of vegetable oil was probably too much... specially when the bottle was a two liter one.
Reducing the fire he searched through the can of different sauces for the pepper. He had a little hesitation when he set up the table in the common room, it was his first time cooking for someone else than him.
Then he went back to prepare the dish, noting it also was the first time he cooked without reading a book at the same time. Cooking book or not.
He took a bit of the now combined meat and tomatoes and moved his head in appreciation. It would do for tonight, he wouldn't add too much onion. It wasn't garlic but he didn't trust enough his knowledge in vampires, nor in girls he added.
At least the clock's sounds were leaving him alone, despite the fact that he used the clock to exactly know since how long he had put the aliments to cook. It had millisecond precision after all.
"Moka-sama ! Dinner is ready." The young came out from her room walking toward the table. She was eying him in an expression that for Tsukune was perplexed. He placed the dish on the table, too focused to check if he hadn't forgot anything to pay attention to her. Then she sighed. Tsukune took his seat and looked at her in wonder.
"I forgot that you're Japanese." Those words were more for herself than for him. Still he was unable to comprehend what caused her trouble, regardless she switched to another one. She eyed the dish with raised eyebrows. "What is that ?"
Tsukune stopped his forke ready to attack his dish and looked at her in confusion. The vampire patted the dish on her plate.
"This is Makfu, it has lamb and tomatoes mainly, with usually a lot of onion but we didn't have much of those. It also have a little of pepper, cinnamon, salt and cheese." For a moment the vampire stared in disbelief at the plate then took a bit. Suddenly she took the bottle of water and teared the cap apart, then she drank a quarter of the bottle. She slammed the bottle on the table, sending water splash on the wooden surface. Tsukune eyed the display with a mix of surprise and worry.
""Tsu-ku-ne..." he gulped swallowing with difficulty.
"Yes ?"
The punch sent him flying to the right, he grabbed the table by reflex and found in it a solid support as it had been nailed down on the ground. He managed to caught a view of the vampire girl glaring at him in a manner that was all but friendly.
"Yes who ?" At that moment he could have sworn there was smoke coming out of her mouth.
"hum... Yes Moka-sama ?"
"Good, now you'll remember to put LESS onion on your dish." Tsukune nodded, opened his mouth, then closed it. Then he raised his hand.
Finaly they went back to eating, the vampire carefully putting away the big parts of onion and Tsukune observing her silently. Then she mumbled something.
"Those Japanese dishes are dangerous..." Tsukune looked at the sky, or the ceiling in that case. A move that the vampire noticed. "What ?" Tsukune hesitated a couple of second before a hand changed into a first ready to strike.
"Actually, this is a Moroccan dish Moka-sama." There was a pause, Tsukune readied himself for an attack.
Which came...
The kick sent the familiar fly at high speed and hit the wall with a disgusting sound. Tsukune didn't dare to move as his body wasn't used too so much beating, nor to face a mad and dangerous vampire. Sounds of a fork and a knife colliding with a plate.
"You do the dishes." Then for the second time of the evening the vampire went inside her room.
Tsukune sighed, beginning to wonder if this treatment was worth being able to ignore the clock.
tic-tac-tic-tac
He took a deep breath before raising himself up. Unfortunately the answer was 'yes'.
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The vampire girl opened his door.
"Come." Tsukune put down the books he was lining up and followed his master, wondering what task she wanted him to do at this hour. "There, put those in the bath."
The sentence made him turn red. He stammered his next words. "In... the bath ?" He got a whack on the head.
"bath who ?" He took a deep breath, trying to chase his blush.
"In the bath Moka-sama ?" Then she started undressing.
"Vampire can't stand normal water, we use those herbs to avoid the water's troublesome effects."
Tsukune stared at the vampire in underwear with the herbs box in hand, too stunned to react. It got him a slap on the face.
"Put those herbs in the bath, I hate to repeat myself." Brought back to reality back the hit Tsukune began to pour the herbs into the bath until the water color turned into a pale green. He still kept glancing at her during the whole task.
Then she handed him a sponge. "You better make a good job." Not for the first time in his life, he wondered what he did to God to annoy him. Beside what was his 'master' thinking, he was a boy. The vampire had a leg already in the water when she stared at him. You're my familiar."
Tsukune felt a wave of anger stiffening his body, a revolt against the degradation of his status.
tic-tac-tic-tac
The anger disappeared as fast as it appeared. He moved relaxed behind her not without glancing at her anked body under the water. The calmed human started to slide the sponge over the vampire body, breathing the hot scent of the female vampire amplified by the steam. He let himself be fascinated by the smooth white and wet skin the sponge was passing over.
"You do it too rough, do it more slowly." The human complied mechanically, too entranced to think.
tic-tac-tic-tac
He continued ignoring to the point that he almost lost how fast the time passed. Only the irregular surface is hand was passing over had importance, all others things being but distant parts of a dream.
tic-tac-tic-tac
Inexperience caught him in his dazed state, moving too fast around the shoulder he scratched the perfect skin.
Instantly the atmosphere became heavy, the youki overflowing from the vampire. The left hand came to slash the shocked human, approached...
tic-tac...
...and slowed...
tic-..t...a...
...slowed
ti...c-...t
...slowed almost to immobility.
t........i.......
Tsukune shock turned into horror. The drops of water around the stopped hand stood in the air, unable to fall. The water inside the bath moved at an impossibly slow speed, almost immobile. The same effect affected the vampire's silver hairs as well as the rest of the vampire, as well as the rest of everything in the room. Tsukune could have added, as well as the rest of the world.
Inside him the clock's short hand moved incredibly fast while the longer one slowed from a second to an immeasurably slower time. The horror shaking Tsukune made him slip on the titled fell on his right side. No support where present to help him get back, the clock's hands still turning at opposite speed. His breath desperately struggling to absorb more into the tiny piece.
t........i.......-tac
The hand raced into the air. The vampire body moved to the left on the bath as it wasn't prepared for the hand to miss. Water splashed the floor.
Surprised, the vampire glanced at the human who had unexpectedly been spared. Said human was frozen in horror, his shaking hand on his face. He didn't even realize that the soap on the hand was falling on his pant nor that he literally breathed in the soap.
The vampire eyed him a few more seconds before standing up and grab a towel. She glanced again at her familiar, unable to understand how her attack could instill so much fear in him. His dodge had been pure chance, that much was obvious. After all how could a human dodge the incredible speed of a vampire that was among the fasted monsters ?
"You have to get better by tomorrow." The human struggled to mutter an affirmative answer but was his ability to speech was momentarily gone. The vampire left the bathroom wondering if she did too much.
tic-tac-tic-tac
The sounds were back to usual, Tsukune breath slowly changed from rasped to calm. He felt every clock's sounds like they were mocking him.
tic-tac-tic-tac
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Tsukune laid on his back inside his room, his bed supporting the human weight and absorbing the last traces of soap. His human eyes blankly looking at pale blue of the ceiling. His mind slowly taking the scene that happened just a few moments ago.
It had been horrible, he totally lost control of his power. It was lucky that the vampire girl didn't paid much attention to how he dodged her attack... nor how he had broken the tiled floor under the ground towel while the event took place.
But still it was horrible, the vampire speed had been so great that to slow it enough, his power had to go to great lengths. The price was high, eleven days gone in an instant.
The clock was but an image from his imagination perhaps, but an incredibly accurate one.
Yet he knew all too well what would happens when the clock's course would be over.
It was too late to run away now for he recognized the cause of his mistake, a cause resumed in one word that sounded like a deadly requiem on his mind...
tic-tac-tic-tac
...with the clock's sounds as a metronome.
tic-tac-tic-tac
One word that was : Love.
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Remaining Days : 669
Author Note : That was not an eventful chapter but it drops a lot of clues, you might have noticed by now the backward of Tsukune's 'specialty'.
The bath scene was chosen after heavy deliberations, no less than five versions were thought to arrive to the realization of Tsukune feelings, but the others like dress changing or the intervention of a third party were far less interesting and realistic than this one. Hopefully I've done worse than this one.
For those that are confused, this is still the same day as in the first chapter.
By the way : Tsukune's power isn't time-stop or slowing the time, not exactly.