It seems clear that my friend isn't returning anytime soon, so I decided to just make a new chapter. I'm sorry for the wait. Hope you enjoy this chapter of Rosario Cross!
Shirayuki Mizore posed for the photo, leaning on the table with her right hand, the other on the lollipop between her lips.
The cameraman took a shot, then moved to get a better angle.
"You're a natural, Mizore." He complimented as the camera gave another flash.
"Alright, and done." The dark-eyed cameraman stood up and shook hands with the purple-haired model.
"Another great shoot, stalker girl!" A familiar childish voice yelled.
Mizore turned to the young girl, then stared at her companions.
"Who are you?" Her voice was clear, despite the lolipop sticking out from between her pink lips.
"This is Moka." Yukari introduced the pink-haired teen to her friend. "And this is her sister, Kokoa."
Moka waved shyly, while her sister stared back defiantly at the professional model.
Mizore ignored Kokoa-much to her distaste and focused on looking Moka up and down, seizing up her every flaw and perfection.
"Tsukune is my lover." She declared suddenly.
"No he isn't, Mizore!" Yukari snapped. "Don't try to give them the wrong idea!"
"He will soon realize his feelings for me." Mizore retorted quietly, resting a hand on her blushing cheek.
"Keep dreaming, stalker girl. Come on Moka-san!" Yukari stomped away.
Mizore glared at Moka with blank eyes. "Stay away from Tsukune." She warned before turning around and walking away.
"Geez, what's her problem?" Kokoa complained, pulling her sister away. "Let's just follow the little girl."
Mizore sat down at the coffee table near the entrance of Rosario Cross waiting for Tsukune.
'When is he coming back?' She wondered. 'I knew I should have followed him...just to be sure.'
"Great work, Mizore! You made the top charts again!"
Mizore sighed in annoyance. "Leave, Gin, or I'll kill you."
"Still waiting for Tsukune?" The older male sighed as he took a seat next to the violet-haired model.
Mizore didn't answer. She felt a hand slither around her waist.
"You know, for the time being, you and I could-"
He was cut short from a hard slap across his cheek. He fell to the ground, his nose bleeding profusely.
Mizore stood up and put her heel onto the pervert's back, digging it into his spine when Gin looked up her skirt.
"Ah...Mizore?" A familiar voice called, catching the model's attention.
"Tsu-ku-ne..." She breathed as she rushed to his side, leaving the bleeding male in a heap on the floor.
"Are you alright, Mizore?" Tsukune asked, gazing at the young woman in concern.
"Hey..." Gin croaked in the distance. "What about me...?"
His plea was left unheard.
"I'm fine, Tsukune." Mizore pulled herself closer to him. "Let's go make babies now. You'll take responsibility, right?"
"W-Wha?!" Tsukune stumbled back, blood rushing from his nose.
Kurumu backed away from behind him.
Mizore narrowed her eyes. "Who are you?" She asked sharply, calmly.
"Kurumu." The busty female said defiantly. "My name is Kurumu, and I'll be joining you at Rosario Cross soon."
Mizore was displeased from the blush on her future lover's cheeks, but filed away that tiny piece of information. 'So he likes a strong woman...'
"I see." She said simply.
Staring at the slightly shorter, busty young woman, she thought for a moment.
Silently, the top-model turned on her heel, and walked away.
Tsukune's lip twitched. 'I don't like the looks of this...' He thought to himself.
It was no secret that the ice-cold model had a thing for him, but Tsukune had always felt that the girl could do better. Be with someone better than him. One who deserved her devotion and love.
After catching a glimpse of the soon-to-be model, Gin was back up in an instant, holding Kurumu's hand affectionately.
"Hello there, beautiful," He flirted smoothly, winking at her.
Kurumu didn't answer. She had many male admirers who had done things worse to her body and mind, but that didn't stop the rush of shock and fear that glinted subtly in her deep violet eyes.
"Gin," Tsukune scolded a bit too sternly. "Please don't flirt with her."
Gin raised an eyebrow at Tsukune, letting go of Kurumu's hand in the process.
"You've already got Mizore." He whined, earning a frustrated blush from Tsukune. "At least let me have her."
"Tsukune," Kurumu said, tugging on his sleeve. "Let's go." Tsukune was at first surprised at her sudden authority, but nodded.
"Alright, Kurumu." He smiled, earning a shy grin from her in return.
"Who are you calling an idiot, you little twerp?!" A loud yell rang across the normally quiet hallway.
Tsukune cringed at the sound, but soon cleared his throat.
Straightening his tie, he went over to confront the problem, Kurumu and Gin close behind.
"Are you calling me a twerp, freeloader?" Yukari argued back, waving her faux wand through the air.
"Freeloader?" A red-haired young teen shouted back. "Why you little-"
"Stop," Tsukune ordered dramatically, blushing when the two young girls turned to him.
"Tsukune," Yukari whined. "This...freeloader called you a perverted idiot of a boss who owned a modeling agency!"
"It's true." Kokoa hissed. "He looks even more the part in person."
"Why you-"
"Excuse me!" Another voice added to the mix.
The obviously feminine vocal was sweet and soft, kind of like an angel's.
Tsukune chuckled inwardly to himself.
An angel.
"I'm so sorry." The angelic voice continued, and it took Tsukune a moment to realize that she was talking to him. "My sister really didn't mean what she said and- eek!"
Gin had reappeared at the young woman's shoulder, brushing back his long, thick hair flirtatious.
"Hello, my gorgeous rose." He winked at the pink-haired model applicant.
"H-Hello..." She greeted shyly, a light blush coloring her cheeks.
"Hey! Quit goggling at my sister, you big pervert!" Kokoa screeched, punching him to the ground with inhuman strength.
"Kokoa!" Moka protested as she fought to restrain her thrashing sister.
"G-Guys..." Tsukune stuttered, staring in utter confusion and helplessness at the scene.
"What's going on over here?" A smooth voice growled.
The deep vocal commanded authority and fear, turning even Kokoa's head towards him.
"K-Kuyou..." Tsukune greeted shakily, giving a small, nervous laugh.
The head of Rosario Cross's security force nodded respectfully before addressing the problem at hand.
"Carry on with your business, Tsukune. I can handle this." Kuyou said menacingly, pulling on his glove.
The three people below him cringed.
"A-Actually, that won't be necessary." Tsukune smiled in spite of himself. "I can take it from here."
Kuyou turned to look at him. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." Tsukune responded quickly, then added after a flicker of remembrance crossed his features, "I think Nekomini-sensei needs you..."
Kuyou shook his head. "You still call her 'sensei' after all these years..."
Kurumu noticed that everybody let out a sigh of relief as the intimidating man left the scene, save for one hot-headed young girl.
"Thank god that freak left!" Kokoa shouted indignantly.
"Idiot freeloader! Are you trying to get us killed?" Yukari hissed.
"You must be Moka." Tsukune said quickly, holding out his hand to her.
She took it in her own lithe palm, giving it a little shake.
"If I'm not mistaken, you are Akashiya Moka, right?" Tsukune smiled.
Moka nodded, confirming his suspicions, a light blush making its way across her cheeks. "Y-Yes, that would be me..."
Tsukune chuckled warmly, then said. "Well then, Ms. Akashiya, welcome to Rosario Cross."
