Hello again! I figure I'll use the top portion of my A/N to answer/comment on some reviews are more significant! I read each one, so if any would point out something worth mentioning, I'll put it in the spotlight! These are more addressed to those who put them, so skip over them if you really want to just get to the story!

Sabersonic - Well this is certainly an interesting interpretation of the canon story, though for some odd reason this Tsukune somehow reminds me of one Sousuke Sagara...

Now, I myself had never heard this name, but after some research it turns up he's a character from a series I had never looked into. That being said, if my version/s of anyone are similar to anyone else (unless I point it out, like Tsukune with Batman), it is most likely coincidental!

Bored Failure - Hm... I can't say I super like this fic. The writing isn't bad, but... I might be worried about Moka being too needy. I can see how she might be crushing on your Tsukune and how she might be very lonely, but some restraint on her part would be nice. For Tsukune... eh I kinda like the improvements to Tsukune. He's not a wimp like the canon Tsukune and can strategize pretty well. I hope he has some quirks other than being a super genius/athlete. If he is just going to be systematically working through the story, he might become a little... stale. Curious to see if he gets vamp powers... Or other powers in the future. I'll follow this for a bit.

Errors: In chap 1 you wrote "knew no to show it" it should be "knew not to show it" right?

THIS IS WHAT I LIKE. THANK YOU FOR POSTING THIS. Good constructive critisism, along with gramatical errors that I miss in my haste of getting out what's threatening to burst from my mind. That being said, I can now actually comment on it! Now, I feel that if Tsukune was more straightforward with his feelings and desire for Moka's friendship, she would have been more accepting of his being human. Also, I felt that since Tsukune practically defeated Saizou singlehandedly (being only human), that part of Moka's vampire pride would recognize the difficulty of this and thus respect him and accept him somewhat more. She will be restrained however, I just wanted to make a point of showing their close relationship so that I may focus on other things (which are incoming). As for quirks, I dare say there might be a few... *chuckles maniacally*

Jekyll N Hyde - Well I'm liking this story so far, the only problem I have with it is that Tsukune is too knowledgable and too calm about the fact that monsters exist, try not to make him too over powered but all in all I like it since it reminds me of Batman a little.

I was hoping someone might point this out, simply because I enjoyed my logic behind it (I don't care if it sounds egotystical). With his early exposure of the more bloodthirsty side of humanity, Tsukune learned not to necessarily expect everything, but that nothing was impossible. He was certainly surprised to find out that mythical creatures existed, but seeing as how he sought to make himself as knowleble on all evils in the world (even those that probably do not exist) he through ancient mythology and the more popular urban legends into subjects he studied, just not extensively.

Phew, I'll probably try to make this section shorter from now on, and if you guys have questions you REALLY want the answers too, you can just PM me. I make a point of responding to every single one I get, so you won't have to worry about that! Anywho, how about we get to the good stuff?


Mizore thought over everything she had heard and seen. The boy was human, but still seemed to have at least decent physical strength, and cared for others, or at the very least the pink haired girl, Moka. She was not afraid of humans; she had grown up around them. The memory of the last human boy she'd known, however, was too painful, and she's tried to avoid them ever since. This one though...even with the knowledge of what awaited him in the school, he decided to stay.

"Aono Tsukune..." she whispered to herself, a small smile curling her lips. "I think I like you."

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Tsukune woke up the next day feeling refreshed. He got out of bed tiredly, grabbing some clothing and heading to the showers. Walking in, he got an eyeful of monsters half in their natural forms, which should have made him freak out. However, his encounter yesterday with Saizou, and his knowledge of the school made him act very non-chelant about it, as he got cleaned up and dressed, grabbing his bag and walking out the front door of the building. He was immediately greeted by Moka, who smiled brightly at the sight of him (much to the ire of Tsukune's male peers).

"Tsukune-kun! I missed you!" she proclaimed, latching onto his arm and nuzzling it affectionately. Everyone in the area felt a chill suddenly affect them, and they all shivered before it dissapeared as quickly as it came.

Moka inched closer to Tsukune, shivering gently. "What do you suppose that was Tsukune-kun?"

Tsukune shook his head, conveying his equal confusion at what had happened. Moka shrugged before happily dragging him off to class, Tsukune chuckling at her enthusiasm.

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Mizore was shocked with herself. She never lost control of her powers like that, not even when one of their own was lost to the dangers of their envirement. Yet when the pink haired bimbo grabbed onto Tsukune, she had felt a rage build up inside her. She didn't want to admit it, but she was scared. She didn't even know this boy, and he had elicted such strong emotions from her.

'I'll have to watch you more closely, Aono Tsukune...' she thought, catching back up to them.

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Tsukune was intrigued, which didn't happen very often. He enjoyed being an analytical person, taking apart the facts and evidence before applying them to whatever hypothesis he had began with, and using that to form his conclusion. In short, he attempted to lock his emotions away as to make a decision based upon facts and evidence. He wasn't surprised often.

The facts that he had gathered on this particular issue, however, DID surprise him. In fact, they had almost stumped him, until he remembered that he now resided in a school with peers that were supernaturally gifted.

He had been getting a gut feeling that someone was watching him, and it had been playing on the edge of his consciousness all day. He didn't want to worry about it, as it may draw suspicioun as to why he would be followed, but he couldn't help but wonder who his 'stalker' was. Every time he looked in the direction he felt was the most plausible, he would see a flash of purple, and then nothing. At first he played it off as a trick of the light (human eyes could be deceptive like that), but after the third time he had to take 'being followed' into account as a possibility. Which is why, as he began walking down the pathway to his dorms alone, and felt the same itch in his mind, he quickly both analyzed the area and used his existing knowledge to try and pinpoint a location.

'Someone this skilled needs a place that they can escape from easily, have a wide range of vision to better spot their target, and be fairly concealed. That taken into account, being in a tree is out of the question as height would limit their ability to escape while staying concealed. They would have to be within 30 feetof the tree line to maintain a relatively clear view, and enough shrubbery to conceal them in case they needed to get away.'

He realized that a perfect spot lay roughly 100 yards in front of him, and that if he/she would attempt to get a better spot, that would be their next location of concealment.

'As soon as I turn this corner, I'm going to have to sprint to get there before they get a glimpse of me. This has to be planned perfectly.'

True enough, as soon as Tsukune rounded the corner he sprinted for the tree line. Slipping through the initial tree line, he crouched and made his way to the imagined spot, before taking a vantage point above it to better spot his stalker. He waited for almost 30 minutes before he started growing irritated. They should have been there by now, which meant one of two things. One, they gave up on that particular day, which he wouldn't mind as he'd get another shot at spotting them. Or two, they saw him moving into position, which would be less than desirable and they'd know he was on to them. He sighed and was about to get out of the tree when he heard a female voice whisper gently in his ear, "You almost had me Tsukune-kun, you must be quite smart."

He didn't turn around to look at her, but smiled slightly nonetheless. "I'll find out who you are eventually."

The voice answered back with surprising adoration in her voice. "The funny thing is, I hope that you do."

He felt his eyes widen a fraction of an inch before he turned around...and was met with the sight of the dead foliage. Rather than get upset, however, he smiled.

"I have to admit, I do like a challenge."

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Mizore sat in her dorm room, staring at the far wall, lost in thought. The boy, Tsukune, was much smarter than she'd taken for granted. Not only had he nearly spotted her several times, but he had been waiting to ambush her at one of her more ingenius stalking places. She was quite proud of discovering it, and the fact that he had discovered it within a few days of being in the school astounded her.

'He's incredibly perceptive, I have a feeling he just might catch me one of these days...' she thought, but as her train of thought began to swirl around the brown haired boy her stomach started feeling warm and fuzzy, her cheeks flushing slightly. She looked down at her hands, and remembered how she'd wanted to rest them on his shoulders as she spoke to him. Why had she felt that way? Why had she felt...so warm? She was cold, and always felt cold, inside and out. Partly due to her being a yukki onna...and partly because of the boy. After his rejection, she felt that she would forever be alone, cursed to take on a chosen husband at the age of 17 for the sake of children in order to help keep her race alive. A very depressing life was her fate...or so she had thought. After she saw Tsukune, a mere human, take down an ogre with little more than his natural strength and cunning, she became interested. As she followed the boy through his daily routine, however, she saw little things that others would have probably noticed. The way he would pick up dropped notebooks and pencils for those he didn't even know, clearing the path for some of the shorter students who would often get shoved around, waiting for the bimbo (her personal nickname for the pink haired girl, whose name she'd learned was Moka) to get out of either class or the bathroom. Little things that those from the monster world learned was both uncommon and a sign of weakness. He didn't seem to pay heed to the jeering he'd receive, however, or the glares around him when walking calmly with Moka at his side.

Mizore layed back on her bed, furrowing her brows slightly, a light dusting of snow on her floor. There it was again, that unsettled feeling in the pit of her stomach at imagining Tsukune with the bimbo. She just didn't understand where it came from, but she did notice that while she was in close proximity of him, the feeling of anger was replaced with that of tranquility.

'Hmm...that means I have to get close to him...but how? If I get any closer I doubt I could stay hidden for long...and maybe that's a good thing.' she thought, smiling to herself.

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Tsukune lay in bed, staring up at his ceiling in thought. Anyone who would look at him would assume that he was quite calm, however, it was quite the opposite. While Tsukune had practically shut off his emotions on the surface, he hadn't quite been able to suppress them on the inside. The foreign feeling of the academy, the rage he felt at Saizou, his companionship with Moka. All of these affected him much more than he let on, he had simply not acted on his emotions. This time wasn't completely different, yet at the same time it was. It was the same simply because he managed to keep his emotions beneath the surface, which was good. The thing that differed though, was how close he had come to breaking that calm exterior when the girl had been near him. Her breathe on his neck had caused all of his nerves to tingle, her very prescense had every hair on his body to stand up. But why? How? He had been asking these questions to himself for the past hour, and everytime he reviewed the facts. But he came to no conclusion, he had no hypothesis, he had nothing. And that was scary to him. The unknown, no knowledge whatsoever, was frightning. Even after discovering that this was a school of monsters, he had some knowledge. Legends and myths had to stem from something, and when he found out that at least half of the myths of vampires were true (after talking to Moka abou t it at lunch) he felt fairly comfortable with general knowledge of them. But this...he had absolutely NOTHING to go on. These feelings inside him were similar to a tropical virus no one had ever heard of. It had invaded his body silently, striking him at unexpected times, and no one could help him, not even himself. As he felt sleep begin to invade him, a stray quote passed through his mind. Why this one in particular, he wasn't sure, but he always trusted his gut.

'Your heart is free, have the courage to follow it.'


Bonus point for anyone who knows where the quote came from! Also, I apologize for the lack of content in this chapter, I'm feeling a bit tired, but I still wanted to get something out, and the events put a very convenient break in for me. I promise the next one will be longer, and speed things up slightly. I hope you're enjoying it regardless of length, so I'll see you all next time!