Okay. Here is chapter 3. Would have updated sooner but was busy. So here it is. As always Rate, comment critisize. I don't give a fuck.

Inner Moka-***


Chapter 3: Disassociated Visits

In the subway, among the remains of the fighting, police gathered up the injured. A large, dark-skinned man, heavy with muscles, one of the men that the vampires had been chasing, stalks through the subway, blood drying over his wounds. He picks up one of the more severely injured of the human bodies and carries it away into the darkness of the Tokyo landscape.

Soon the human gussied werewolf carried the half-dead body deep underground into what looked like an old, abandoned subway tunnel. The walls were stained brown from years of water leaking into the abandoned area. A thick stench of rotting flesh filled the room, choking against the heavy, iron scent emanating from the rusting pipes and steel structures.

Not far in the tunnels above a man stalked toward the fighting werewolves, who immediately silenced as he paced in. He had short, black hair, and wore a red band, pulling back his hair from his scowling face. The two fighting wolves reverted to their human forms, bodies panting with exertion from the fighting.

'You're all acting like a pack of rabid dogs!'

The man shouted. The men lowering their heads in shame.

'Is this really how you want to act? You had better shape up in time because the troubles are just beginning; do not think we can simply rest now that we've gained the upper hand.'

The man lectured the crestfallen men.

'Sir.'

A man called from behind him. The black-haired man glanced back.

'Ryu has returned with the man.'

He announced, bowing his head. The black-haired man nods and turns to follow him.

Down in the abandoned room, a short, balding man with squint eyes and wire-framed glasses fingers through a pile of surgical tools that lay scattered upon a table top. On the wall above the table sat printings of newspaper clippings and other affects of information. Pictures of men decorating the wall and dark lines linking and marking the pictures and words as connected. One word was continuously scripted across the clippings: 'Aono'.

All around the room hung the corpses of dead and dying men, hung from their arms on chains which dangled from the ceiling. Finding a large syringe, the balding man turned and shuffled toward the bodies, the wet sloshing sounds beneath his feet did nothing to distract the man from his task. On his hands he wore blood stained latex gloves. He ruthlessly stabbed the needle into the neck of the man brought in by Ryu, drawing a large amount of his blood. The still living man grunted in pain, but could do nothing else to fight off his abuser. From the tunnel's entry point dropped the black-haired man, who casually paced toward the balding man.

'Any progress?'

He asked as the balding man poured the blood into some sort of diluted solution.

'Let us find out…'

The balding man chuckled, peering into the solution. After stirring the concoction, mixing it as it heated, nothing seemed to happen. The balding man looked up to the black-haired leader.

'Negative…'

He responded, only to meet in the eyes of an enraged leader. The balding man shuffled toward the wall of names and marked out on which read 'Aono Toshiro'.

Another man walks in carrying another human.

'Sai. How did it go?'

The leader expecting good news to liberate his foul mood, rewarded with no such luck.

'We were attacked by some bloods. We ended up losing the original target, but I found another. Ronin didn't make it. They pumped him full of bullets. He couldn't regenerate.'

'The vampire's didn't realize that you were following a human did they?'

'No. I don't think so.'

'You don't think or you don't know?'

'I'm not sure.'

Out of frustration, the werewolf growls out and throws a few knives at the wall.

'Do we at least have a match?'

'Let's find out.'

The doctor examines the blood of the victim, receiving the same results.

'Another negative. I really must have a look at this Tsukune.'

'Do I have to do everything myself?!'

The leader storms out of the room, preparing to hunt down Tsukune.

~Mansion~

'Though our houses are separated by sea, we hope to start a new era. Between all vampire's. And when Calipso arrives from America, our time will arrive as well. A toast, to our future.'

All around the auditorium, Vampire's raised their glasses filled with blood, toasting to the man's proposal. Myabe looks around the room, satisfied with the sight. But his satisfaction faded when he noticed that the one thing he wanted there was not present: Moka. Kahlua appears and whispers into Myabe's ear, confirming what Myabe suspected. Outside, a night black BMW raced outside the gates. Moka left the building to investigate the young man that the werewolves were so interested in. Myabe storms into her room and looks around, seeing no one. He looks behind Moka's desk and takes a look at what's on her computer. A picture of a young man. With the name "Aono Tsukune" Beside it. Under his name, was the address that he was residing at.

~Apartment building~

Tsukune gets off the bus and continues to travel on foot. Though he tried his hardest, he could not get the silver-haired woman out of his mind.

'Great. Of all the things to be preoccupied with, I get stuck on a woman. But then again who could blame me? She's even hotter than any supermodel. Oh well. Like I said, it's not like I'll be seeing her anytime soon.'

Inside of Tsukune's apartment room, Moka searched, looking for any reason as to why the werewolves were after him. On a desk she noticed a picture of Tsukune with what she was sure was his family, and what seems like a picture of him and Kyoko.

'Well Kahlua. Looks like he's taken. Then again, you might have a chance.'

Moka scoffs at the thought. Her thoughts were thrown aside as she hears someone turn the knob behind her. The door opens revealing a fatigued Tsukune, walking in. Tsukune looks around and notices a few things are thrown around. But no sign of anyone inside.

~Hospital~

Kyoko was busy talking to a few policemen who were searching for people who witnessed the gun fight.

'Well to be honest with you, He just, comes in, does his work and leaves. We interns don't really have any time for a personal life here, as you can tell.'

'Any chance you may know where to find him?'

'Well, you could try his place. He's bound to be there. He's not in any trouble is he?'

The police officer in question sends a glare at the young woman, and turns to head towards Tsukune's apartment.

~Apartment~

Tsukune continues to look around, feeling a chill run up his spine. He feels the strange suspicion that someone is watching him. His thoughts were interrupted when he hears the phone ring. Not really feeling like talking to anyone, he lets the answering machine pick it up.

'Hey, Tsukki. There's a problem.'

Tsukune turns towards the phone at the sound of Kyoko's voice.

'There were some cops that came by just now, questioning me about some shoot out in the subway. They're convinced that you were a part of it. Of course I think that's impossible, but you should be careful either way.'

'What the hell? I didn't have anything to do with that shoot out!'

Out of nowhere, a hand reaches out and grabs Tsukune by the neck, forcing him into the wall. He looks down to see the woman that was preoccupying his mind.

'If that's true then do you want to explain why they're after you?!'

Tsukune was shocked, finding that his voice was swallowed by his efforts to argue back with the woman. Her hand was crushing against his neck, but at the same time allowing slack so that he could still breathe. He looked down into her eyes, amazed by how far they went. Tsukune choked out, trying to speak, but his words were drowned out by howls of what sounded like wolves, blaring after a roll of thunder rips across the storming skies of Tokyo. Moka's head snaps up as she silently curses her luck. Had they followed her? No… it was him they were after. She was sure of it.

The ceiling of the apartment caved in as the hunting werewolf stalked toward his target. Moka drops Tsukune and pulls a pistol from her holster, firing into the ceiling, the wolf snarling in pain from the burning silver. Tsukune takes his chance. A flash of lighting breaks across the dimly lit halls of the complex and Tsukune takes off running.

Moka, satisfied the wolf was dead, turns to see her target had escaped. She races out of the room with her vampiric speed. Tsukune dives into the opening elevator and jams his finger desperately against the buttons. He could see Moka racing toward him like a bullet as the doors closed painfully slow.

"Come on, com one!"

He cried. Finally the doors shut just as Moka reaches the door. She hears the elevator ding and start down for the first floors. She curses angrily as she pounds her fist against the metal doors. Lightning flashes and Moka lifts her head to the feeling of the familiar aura. She turns to face down the hall only for three werewolves to drop from the ceiling, fully transformed. One races across the ceiling, completely upside down, while the other two charge down the hall walls, perfectly vertical. Moka opens fire on the wolves with her machine pistol, taking one out, but the other two continued to madly charge. Soon a fourth appears just behind the one upon the ceiling. She's trapped but stays calm as she takes out a second. She couldn't lock herself into a fight with three wolves in a hall, she would have no maneuverability. She makes her decision. She points her guns to the ground and opens fire on the plainly decorated tile, kicking up billows of dust as her bullets eat through the material. She motions around in a perfect circle as she fires, keeping herself located inside of the shape.

After multiple revolutions the ground finally gives way and falls just as one of the werewolves reach her. It lunges only to meet with empty air, slamming in to the wall that had been behind Moka. The vampire falls down three floors before finally landing. She looks up, witnessing as the wolf hits the wall with a resounding crunch.

Inside the elevator Tsukune could feel the vicious actions of the beasts opposing the silver-haired woman. The elevator shakes, as thunder and lightning continue to eat away at the night sky. His breathing is heavy, his face covered in a light sheen of sweat. The elevator finally stops, as does the noise. Tsukune is relieved and turns to step off the elevator.

Tsukune stops, feeling someone in front of him. When he looks he meets the dark face of the short-haired man. Around his neck he wore an amulet in the shape of a wolf's head. The red band kept his somewhat wet hair from his dark, glaring eyes.

"Hello Tsukune…"

The man spoke with a deep, baritone voice which hid an amused chuckle behind it.

Moka comes out and sees the man walking towards the elevator. Without hesitation, she fires her gun at the man hitting him multiple times. The man dives into the elevator and tackles Tsukune, dragging him to the ground. The man's eyes take a pale look and his teeth become sharper. He reveals Tsukune's shoulder and sinks his teeth into it, causing Tsukune to yell out in pain. Moka runs to the elevator, and pulls Tsukune away from the man, running towards the exit. The man watches the pair make their escape, then pulls out a vile and pours Tsukune's blood into it. After pouring all the blood into it he takes off his shirt and forces the bullets out of his skin. When all the bullets are out of him, he races after the vampire and human. The pair reach Moka's car and drive off.

'What the fuck is going on here?!'

Moka ignores the young man, and continues driving. Suddenly the pair hear a thump on the top of the car. The werewolf extends a blade from his hands and Forces it into the car multiple times until he hits Moka's shoulder, emitting a yelp of pain from her. After the blade is pulled from her flesh, Moka stops the car, forcing the man to fall off the top. Moka puts the car in reverse and backs it up. As the man is rising to his feet, Moka steps on the gas and attempts to ram the man over. The man hears the car approaching, and jumps into the air, avoiding contact with the speeding vehicle. As the man watches the pair take their leave, he smiles in satisfaction of the handiwork he's done.

Tsukune is freaked out by the events that have taken place and attempts to open the door and get away from this dangerous woman. Moka looks over to him, and fought to keep from laughing at his obliviousness to the situation, wondering if he was really gonna jump out of a moving car. Tsukune finally gives up and glances over to the woman, still unable to get over how beautiful she is. It was then that he noticed the wound in her shoulder, and how much blood was lost.

'Stop the car.'

Moka ignores Tsukune and continues driving.

'Stop the car!'

Unsettled by Tsukune's approach, Moka forces Tsukune back and aims a gun to his face.

'Do yourself a favor. Don't get too close. I have a bad habit of losing my temper.'

'Okay… Alright… Put the gun down.'

Satisfied that he'll keep his distance, Moka puts the gun down and continues driving.

'I'm just saying we should stop to get that wound sealed up. You've lost a lot of blood. If you don't stop now, you'll kill us both. I'm not screwing around!'

'And neither am I! Now shut up and enjoy the ride. I'll be fine.'

Moka shifts the car into third gear as the roar of the engines burns through the heavy rumble of the twisting storm. The two now sat silent, the only sound exiting either of their mouths was the whisper of their heavy breaths. Moka blinked and shook her head slightly trying to fight off the airy feeling that resulted from her blood loss. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she blacks out.

"Sh—"

Tsukune curse is halted as he pushes to reach over and grab the wheel of the car twisting the wheel to pull the car into a forced halt, but with the storm waters soaking the roads the wheels had nothing to grip so the car flips and breaks through the wooden fence that lined the roads and into the river. Tsukune's body is forced so hard by the impact the side window that he is thrown against cracks.

The car quickly sinks into the river's bed. The sand and dust swirls around the car, a thick crackling sound filling the soundless environment. Tsukune's eyes widen when he sees bubbles rushing into the river from his window. The pressure was crushing against the vehicle, and even more so against the already heavily damaged window.

He knew that window would be their only way out. He couldn't panic in this emergency situation. He pulled Moka against his chest, searching her person. When he finds her holster he pulls the gun from its confines and points it at the cracking window. He fires, shattering the glass and a wave of water rushes into the car. The water was dark, and murky. The only evidence of the surface was the bright city lights braking against the surface. Holding the silver-haired woman close to his body he pushed to the surface. The pressure was squeezing against his lungs, attempting to force him to exhale all of his air. He would hold on, or else the unconscious woman in his arms would drown.

The surface of the water finally breaks, the figures of Moka and Tsukune finally push through. Tsukune swims to the bank of the river, under the wharf which they had driven off of. It was dark beneath the wharf, the only source of light being the occasional flashes of lightning the cut through the skies.

She wasn't breathing. Were they under too long? Tsukune laid Moka out flat on her back and pressed his cupped hands to her chest and began stimulating her lungs. The water occupying her organ were quickly dispersed after a few pumps, Moka shakily inhales, her wet hair sticking to hr pale skin as she turns to face Tsukune who hovered over her body, but her strength quickly leaves her as she struggles to breath and hold onto her consciousness. Tsukune grabs her face and lifts her head so she doesn't choke. When he moves her he could see the deep gash in her shoulder.

His hand was covered with her wet blood, which only meant she was still bleeding and it had yet to coagulate. He pulls off his leather jacket, panting heavily, trying to remain calm. He bites into the sleeve of his thin jacket, tearing the sleeve off with a quick motion. He quickly bounds the sleeve to Moka's shoulder, making a makeshift tourniquet to help stop her bleeding.

~Underground~

Elsewhere, the leader returned to the underground hideout where the doctor stood with Ryu and Sai.

"A second escape, impressive. Maybe Ryu wasn't overstating matters."

The leader grinned and pulled out the vial of blood he had collected.

"Ryu didn't come back with this."

He chuckled darkly. The doctor took the vial and looked up to the leader.

"If Tsukune is indeed the carrier… the vampires—"

"Relax old man."

The leader chuckled.

"I've tasted his flesh."

He brushed his hand through his black hair and turned to face the ceiling.

"Only two days until the full moon. Soon, he'll be a Lycan and will come looking for us soon enough."