This Fan-fiction takes elements and original characters from the COD, Darkstalkers, DOA, Modern Warfare, Splinter Cell, Resident Evil, Rosario + Vampire Universes. I hold no claim over all original characters and innovations of all franchises; this is solely a fan-fiction nothing more. I will try to remember repeat this disclaimer throughout this fiction.

Chapter Three
Witchling + Vampire

An exasperated sigh filled the silent void of MacWäird's tidy dwelling at Yōkai Academy. Charles had buried his face in a pillow before rolling over with a drained look about him as he debated if now was the right time to crack open that bottle of dwarven whisky he tucked away since the beginning of the semester. Deciding against it the Scot stared at the eight by twelve ceiling of his dorm in mild frustration over the evening of the birthday he threw.

"I feel like I just babysitted but didn't get paid," he muttered.

A Week Earlier:
Charles had made his first stereotypical sigh of the day as he felt himself filling with mild annoyance while glanced at his watch to mark the time at 9:47 in between first and second periods, a Wednesday to be exact. 'Another day another migraine at Yōkai Academy,' he concluded to himself while approaching the Mid-Term Test Results plastered on display for all the masses to see. Having a Doctorates in Classics from Oxford didn't exactly ensure straight "A"s for MacWäird. Especial when the foreign language instructor didn't actual speak a word of proper English by Charles's standard. How he only managed to get a "B" in that class was quite mind-boggling.

Scowling at the thought of Mr. Excellent who never tired of insulting his accent and culture or lecturing him on how to speak "Proper English" like the Americans, "Pfft…uneducated-aviator-loving-yankee-fanboy-prick, didn't even realize Macbeth was Scottish."

After a few minutes longer than he should have dwelled over the event of todays English class Charles decided to grace the board with his presence and began scanning for his name. Starting with Komiya who was dead last, 'not surprising' and then making his way right past Kurumu at 41 and Moka at 13 to….

"Lucky 7 huh? Well that's better than I deserve I guess," he chuckle to himself knowing full well he had procrastinated with his studies in favor of coordinating SOL activities or slipping off campus for a day or two to fulfill some contract work or visit some childhood friends since he was now in the area.

"Poor Hayate," he begins mumbling-chuckling to himself. 'Thank god I have only one little sister I'd go insane,' he thought while mentally scolding himself for unconsciously flirting with Ayane, 'how did she go from being like a sister to me to…?'

"Charles-kun?" MacWäird had to blink a few time to registered the hand of an all too familiar pinkette waving him back to reality after grazing his nose with the scent of lilacs, "Are you ok?"

"Huh? Oh I'm fine. Just remembering something important," he said dismissively with a blush for various reasons one of them being an unusually close obliviously vampiress in his face.

"Really what?" she was all excited now since she had an unusually high success rate with getting the Scot to open up to her.

"Just a promise to a childhood friend." He was now scanning his surroundings. Charles was sure he had just sensed someone spying on them a moment ago.

"Which was…?" she was pulling for teeth now for his gold fillings.

Charles looked down at her with a level of mild annoyance as he tried and failed to shut down the vampiric puppy dog eyes being directed towards him. The results were near instantaneous as he made his second sigh of the day. This one filled with concession, much to Moka's amusement. "When we were little my clan wanted to extend an invitation to her village and others similar to hers from japan to join our little…conglomerate. We grew closes as siblings in a way…or so I thought. One day she made me make a promise to her."

"…." Moka was hanging on his every word now excitedly nodding for him to continue while Charles felt an all too familiar S-Class vampiric demonic presence now listening in.

"I promised her that when she became as good a cook as me I'd let her cook for me for the rest of my life," Moka's jaw dropped along with every other eavesdropper with a crush on the foreigner in the vicinity. A look of betrayal was now evident in the vampire's once sweet as honeydew eyes, "D-don't look at me like that. I was ten at the time. How was I supposed to know what that meant?"

('"Ten?"') She whimpered while her inner-self growled much to his surprise.

"Yes, and she was eight at the time Moka." If only Hayate knew, Charles was pretty sure he'd attempt to kill him on the spot should word ever reach his ears. MacWäird dare not even mention the promise he made to his father several years before that about reviving the clan to its original pre-World War II numbers. If the heir knew then what he knew now Charles wouldn't be feeling like such a horrible excuse of a Roman Catholic right now.

"So…." She started gesturing with her hands in a manner that confused the Scotsman. "So…is she…?"

"Better in the kitchen?" Moka nodded along with half the eavesdroppers, "Well a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell and neither does me stomach."

She deflated a little after that little tidbit making Charles chuckle at her antics before narrowing his eyes at some students from class 1-2. Three guys were now eating dirt with bedpans sprawled over their heads while an eight year old witchling by the looks of her was being the poster-child of schadenfreude as she laughed at their misfortune.

"Why you little brat! Don't you know who I am! I'll teach you prepubescent piss ant!" the leader of the group charged the little girl without reservation for her age as he unveiled a rather nasty set of saurian claws.

"Hey stop it!" Moka had jumped in the middle not a second too late with Charles in tow should he be needed.

"Who the hell are you?" The ringleader spat venom.

"BACK OFF! You shouldn't go around hitting girls." Moka stared him down without an ounce of fear much to Charles's appreciation while he was reading todays Prick-of-the-Day's body language before deciding now was finally the time make his presence known.

"Oi gecko-boy. She's right, so why don't you piss off before I gut ya and roast you over an open flame." MacWäird was now channeling more than enough kilowatts of energy in his left hand to drop a full grown bull elephant should the need arise. His cold eyes were all business now as they rooted all three stooges to the ground.

"You now what we are?" Stooge number one who was class two's president asked in curiosity while cautiously eyeing the ever growing bolt of lightening in the assassin's hand before it turned twilight black much to its spectators dread. Charles had quite simply dubbed the class two president as "Moe" in his head.

"I saw your mate over there eating flies the other day," the Scot lazily gestured to stooge number two or 'Curly' to his left with indifference. The Moe looked like he was ready to throttle Curly now.

"Didn't take much to put two and two together. The six foot long tongue was kind of a dead give away." Charles added while stepping in between the stooges and the girls, "So are you going to bugger on off…? Or am I going to be making these lovely lassies over here new pair of alligator boots to go along with their purses?"

"This isn't over. Come on guys lets go." Moe turned around with his pack in tow before looking back, "Hmph disgusting witch, I swear being in the same class as one of your filthy kind is enough to make me want to puke all over the plac-OW!"

"Oops," Charles deadpanned while casually tossing a softball sized bolt of lightning up and down. "It slipped."

"You bastard!" the student president of class two roared. The burst of lightening had set his hair on fire.

"It slipped," the assassin said with a blank expression as Moe put out the last of the flames on his head before stomping off indignantly to a symphony of fangirls screams for the Highlandman. Charles merely sighed again before muttering to himself, "Prejudiced cretins," while turning around to take a knee for the witchling hidden behind Moka. "You all right lassie?"

After a moment or two the head of the little one MacWäird had mentally labeled as adorable came out from her hiding spot behind Akashiya. "I'm fine," she said with dry-disgust.

'Well that was rather odd she must be afraid of me or something,' "What's yah name lassie?"

"Sendou Yukari and you best stay away from my Moka Charles MacWäird you brawling-military-otaku-philanderer!"

"Huh?" Charles blinked a few times in shock before speaking, "Philanderer?"

"Yes your a skirt chasing lech and I won't let you sully my darling Moka with your filthily silver-tongue! Desu!" Yukari proclaimed.

"Skirt-chaser?" Charles felt his blood boil a little, "Listen young lady your going the right way for a smacked bottom, so watch your Ps and Qs."

"HEY! I'm ELEVEN, and in a week I'll be TWELVE! I'm not some little kid you know!" she retorted in a juvenile fashion.

"Eleven? I thought you were eight or something?" Charles was honestly surprised.

"WHAT!" Yukari roared.

"Sorry…it's just that my little sister is at least 5'1 maybe 5'2 and she's basically same age as you, plus your still using a training wand," Charles gestured to the childish heart shaped object with a glowing star centered crest resting in her hand that resembled a human kiddy toy.

"You Jerk! I'm gonna-"

"Wait! If you are Eleven why aren't you attending a wizarding school like Hogwarts or Beauxbatons? Your obviously smart enough given your mid-term rating."

"Mind your own business you lecherous-varlet! Desu!" the little Pissy-Pixy as Charles was now mentally labeling her was flushed with embarrassment for some reason.

"Did ya fail the entrance exam or something?" curiosity was winning out over his commonsense at the moment as he not so wisely asked the wrong question.

"T-that's it! Charles MacWäird no baka! I'm declaring war on you!" the Sendo proclaimed, Charles just raised an eyebrow at her antics. "Magic wand, brooms and buckets! Magic wand, brooms and buckets! Abracadabra!"

"What? That's not even a real spell who are you trying to scare with-" MacWäird never got the chance to finish his sentence as he was swarmed by quite possibly every cleaning supply in a mile radius. Charles was now ducking, dodging, and sometimes blocking every attempt for his crown.

The face-off between man and tool lasted for a full five minute before Charles's patience wore thin. "Enough!" he let slip a lupine like growled followed by a storm of daemonic black lightening atomized every offending utensil within a thirty foot radius blinding Sendo and Akashiya in the process and yet somehow miraculously the girls and their surroundings were left unscathed.

Moka's heritage granted her a fast recovery of her vision as she was first to paled at the sight of a very pissed off Charles Artorius MacWäird covered in ash, "U-um you-u bet-ter r-run Yukari."

"W-Why?" the little witch was still rubbing the spots out of her eyes, 'how can something so dark be so bright? Desu!'

"Because when I get my hands on yah wee lassie I'm gonna noogie and wet willy yah into next tomorrow." Charles had a sadistic look about him that sent chills down the girls' spines.

"He's joking, desu?" Moka just shook her head.

"And after that, I'm gonna wash that widdle mouth of yours out with soap."

('"Wait did you say widdle?"') the Mokas asked in synch yet again with a raised eyebrow at the baby talk.

"What?" He shrugged innocently, "She reminds of when my sister Claret when she was 'widdle' eight year old and was still adorable before she started becoming interested in boys and giving me grey hairs." Charles then turned to Yukari with a fiendish twinkle in his eye, "Now be a good girl and accept your punishment."

"No! Stay away you crazed lolicon! Desu!" and like that she was off at the speed of light leaving a dumbstruck Charles in the dust.

"Loli wha…? Um Moka a what's a lolicon?" the Scot asked sincerely. He honestly never heard of the term before now. Moka soon blushed and began to stutter.

"It's….uh…um…Charles-kun you see…uh…well…." Akashiya started whispering in his ear causing the assassin to pale for the first time in years.

"SHE CALLED ME A WHAT!?"

_

'HONESTLY what the HELL is wrong with kids these days? Me a pedophile?' Charles was brooding down the halls of Yōkai Academy now with a brick of soap in his hand. His intent was to vindictively clean up the witchling's behavior regardless how cute she is. His pride and honor as Scottish Laird had been wounded by Yukari's accusation. A lifetime of hunting down the real monsters that stalked society had made him frighteningly merciless when it came to slavers, terrorists, and especially pedophiles. The words "execute with extreme prejudice" ALWAYS came to mind when concerning such individuals. 'Call me a womanizer all you want but don't you DARE! Rope me in with those twisted BASTARDS!'

Moka and Kurumu were wisely following at a good fifteen feet well outside Charles's believed kill radius. The angrily ruminating assassin payed the frightened passer buy very little mind as the girls discussed the behavior of young Yukari following Akashiya bringing Kurono up to speed with this mornings events. It was lunch now and the assassin was itching to dish out some form of divine retribution on the insufferable 'widdle' brat.

Minutes passed while Charles listened silently to the conversation passing between the two eye-catching demonesses in tow. Their focus revolved around constant belittling of young Yukari for being a witch at the hands of class two. With each concern brought to light the assassin's anger lessened into pity for mischievous little brunette in a witching garb. He was still going to wash her mouth out with the soap but only for a mere measly fifteen seconds. The penance now more out of principle than vengeance.

He couldn't really blame their resident troublemaker for acting out. All she was really asking for was some form attention instead of solitude. Bigotry was not an evil Charles was unfamiliar with. It was after all the main reason he was attending the academy in the first place. After this dilemma with Yukari was finished MacWäird had already resolved himself to having a few choice words with Headmaster Mikogami about student ethics.

"CHARLES DUCK!" and duck he did as a flurry of bedpans flew past his head with mere inches to spare.

"Thanks for the heads up Kurumu...um are you ok?" her razor sharp claws were out and aching for revenge as she repress the urge to kill the eleven year old who was balling her eyes out with laughter.

"Ha take that Ms. Titty-pie! Never mess with a witch!"

"Kurumu are you all right?" Charles inspected the swelling lump on her forehead first before raising an ablaze white hand over the still developing bruise to start healing it, "Hold still ok? I'm not nearly as good a healer as my little sister…comes with being a plasma affinity."

The succubus nodded as her face flushed at the one on one time the little brat had just unwittingly just given her. Kurumu's heart soon broke cloud nine under the warm tingling sensation of the Scotsman's curative touch. Moka on the other hand was not so happy as she watched the scene before her with bitter envy, ('first a date! Now this! I'm going to kill that harlot') Ura-hime growled through the rosary. "Um... Ura-chan isn't that a little harsh?"

"Your going to what?" Charles looked over to the now glowing rosary after healing blissful Kurumu. He was oblivious to the hot water he was now in.

('"You have to cook us dinner again!"') they said in unison.

"Um…ok? What do you want?" Charles already had a pen out with a pad of paper ready to meet the more than likely formidable demands of the duo's palate.

Yukari felt her blood boil as she soon realized she had been forgotten by the trio who just moments ago were planing to wash her mouth out. "Hey! Don't you dare ignore me you Electro-pedo! Haha! This is my voodoo doll and its got your name all over it!"

A bolt of lightening casually arched out of Charles's pointer finger into the yet to be enchanted straw-doll incinerating it on the spot. An "eeked" soon followed as an in shock Sendo landed on her butt, "Hey! That's not fair!"

"Tough." Charles deadpanned before taking a knee and a softer tone with the little witchling who was tearing up a little from a sore bottom, "Enough is enough Yukari. If you keep this up you'll end up isolating yourself from the rest of us. Is that what you want?"

Charles's grey eyes were boring into the young witchling's soul as he gave her a rather gentle half-smile that felt innate to the young witchling. Yukari quickly looked away to hide the evident blush on her face, 'Wha-what's going on? My love is for my darling Moka and Moka only! So why am I…?'

"Here." Charles lifted the eleven year old off the ground before patting the residual dirt off her person. Yukari's stare widened as Charles inspected her in a brotherly manner that could have passed for paternal as well, "Now open wide"

She complied without thinking. Imagine her surprise when a brick of soap entered her mouth. "Hold it for fifteen and then your free to go," she was about to protest but the stern look coming from MacWäird made her think otherwise.

Yukari endure the horrid taste of bath soap for an antagonizing fifteen seconds, as Charles let her squeeze his hand in disgust while he calmly counted down from his watch, "and…fifteen. There. All is forgiven."

He casual tossed the brick that now had the engravings of Sendo's choppers in the trash before ruffling her hair much to her embarrassment. Charles just chuckle as he watched her smooth out her hair as violet eyes glared daggers at him before returning her hat back to its proper position. Their audience (Moka and Kurumu, obviously not the creeping lizards) "awed" and giggle at the sibling like performance.

"Did you see that?" stooge number three aka Larry whispered from cover.

"This girl is getting way out of control. Revealing your monster identity is definitely against school rules," Curly added with concern.

"Well…. Looks like you pushed your luck a little too FAR this time," president Moe added on for good measure.

_

Yukari was happily humming an untitled tune from her heart as she enjoyed her routine stroll across Yōkai's grounds. She walked at a cheery pace as she tried to get her head on straight. For all intensive purposes she should be using this walk to plot her revenge against the Scotsman, but she wasn't. Instead she was trying to wrap her head around what just happened.

Charles MacWäird for intensive purposes despite putting a brick of soup in her mouth was kind to her. She nearly mistook him for her Papa given how fatherly he acted and how safe she felt in his presence. He didn't even seem to mind the fact that she was a witch which was a first for her EVER. Not the mention the fact he invited her to join him for lunch with Moka and Kurumu.

"He acted like such a gentleman," the little Sendou giggled to herself as she played with a newly acquired whistle hanging around her neck. Yukari was now comparing the well mannered MacWäird-nii-sama Moka, Kurumu, and she now knew to the bad-boy of Ms. Nekonome's Class One who all the girls of Yōkai Academy had the hots for.

She was so wrapped up in her swooning over her Charles-nii-sama that Yukari failed to notice the Scot's Prick-of-the-Day closing in on her just waiting for an excuse.

"Ow! That hurt you moron!" Yukari declared as she fell on her rear for the second time today after bumping into the Prick. "Why don't you watch where you are walking you jerk!"

"Well I suppose compared to you almost anyone can be considered a moron couldn't they?" Moe's towering form overshadowed the young witchling as his nostrils flared while testing the air for a light snack.

"The class president?" Yukari looked up in shock at the gecko-boy as Charles called him and his two cronies looming menacingly over the Prez's shoulder.

"Well if isn't it little miss rule-breaker," Larry proclaimed.

"You've gone and made our president angry," Curly leered.

"Well that does not have anything to do with you guys so leave! ME ALONE!"

"Ooh? But it does…" Moe declared while lynching Yukari into the air by her wrist. "You see whenever a student does something to disrupt class discipline it is our responsibility to teach them a lesson."

Yukari had a look of fear plaster across her face, before fumbling with the whistle around her neck. The predators just watched their prey squirm before bringing a glint of metal to her mouth and blowing hard on it. Yukari's eyes opened in shock and disappointment when the results she was hoping for didn't come to fruition, "Huh?"

Moe just laughed menacingly as he eyed the newly acquired whistle, "Well, well, well it looks like it's a dud. Shame I was hoping for a chance to rip that foreigner apart."

The class 1-2 stooges sneered they had been stalking their prey rather intently waiting for an opportunity. With the rumors flying about MacWäird's and Akashiya's monster identities they weren't going to take any chances especial after what happened to Komiya.

_

The tense atmosphere around Charles was completely dignified as he was all business while sitting in contemplation upon a leather upholstery that was two sizes too large for him with a glass of whisky in hand that was clearly not. Tenmei Mikogami the legendary Exorcist sat across from him with a glass of his own on the rocks perspiring onto his make shift coaster formerly known as "the damned paperwork." As MacWäird scanned his surrounding the drinks and club chair he was resting in seemed out of place in what could only describe as a monastery. The office looked something out of the Italian renaissance and Headmaster Mikogami looked looked very much like a product of the era in his priestly garb. "Well I have entertain your requested for a consultation BOY. What is it that you felt was so urgent that you'd throw formalities aside and barge into my sanctum demanding to speak with me in private WHILE I was already in a meeting with Ms. Ishigami and Mr. Kotsubo."

"MARQUESS not BOY," Charles emphasized his rank of nobility with annoyance. "I may have been born with that title necromancer but that does not mean you should disregard the authority that it comes with."

"And you would do well to remember Lord MacWäird that you are speaking to a Dark Lord. You being here right now is an example of my magnanimity."

"Last time I checked humanity and the Servants of the Loch were not requesting aid with containing terrorists," the foreigner reminded while casually sipping his drink. "Mmm…. Very dry and well aged Dwarven Scotch aged about hundred years or so?

"Two hundred actually," Mikogami sighed he didn't like the kid but he respected his nerve. Most manner of being would never dare look the necromancer in the eye let alone challenge his authority, "You can't possibly think humanity is ready for that abomination they have rotting in their cellar."

"Well when in doubt nuke it," Charles said in thought before looking the Dark Lord in the eye again. "Though hopefully that will be unnecessary. I just can't understand why ask for our help NOW with dealing with Dracula's bastard son."

"We thought we could contain him…maybe find a cure. But I see now that was a mistake. He chose this path of destruction. He did not stumble upon it. Now we are paying for our arrogance with the lose of Bloodriver."

"The lose of the Shinso blood line was quite the blow. But luckily she had the foresight to pass on her inheritance to her daughter."

"So you know…what will you do then," Mikogami cocked his head curiously before downing his drink ice and all much to his guest's surprise before poring himself another glass.

"Fulfill my father's debt and my duty as her friend," Charles casually sipped he actual had to show up for class in the morning unlike the Headmaster.

"Meaning?"

"Be there for Moka as best I can. By giving her the tools to succeed her mother when the time comes."

"That's all?" Mikogami gave a knowing smile.

"I'm not sure yet," Charles said honestly while the necromancer laughed at his sincerity.

"Now that is out of the way. What is this concern that was so important that you had to bludgeon your way into my office to tell it?"

"Sendo Yukari…. There are some issues with the whistle…?" Charles got up immediately to the panicking tune piercing only his ears from the little witchling, "I uh excuse me Lord Mikogami."

"Of course. Remember to play nice with the lizards," the Marquess of SOL looked at the leering necromancer in surprise before spying the crystal ball on the coffee table in mid stride out of the office into a waiting patiently Moka at the door.

"Charles-kun wha?" The vampire had decided to camp out the entrance till the Scotsman's returned.

"Not now Yukari's in trouble," Charles bolted past her in pursuit with her rosario in hand. "Use your vampiric ability to detect the presence of other supernaturals to find Yukari."

"And why should care about the affairs of lesser beings?" Inner Moka was hot on his heals, "I'm not some mongrel bloodhound MacWäird!"

"If you want another after dinner massage I suggest you cooperate."

Akashiya gave her usual "hmmph" while looking away to hide her blush as she took the lead. "This way."

"Hey what is your problem that huurtss!" Yukari cried as the Class 2 President and his two cronies tossed the witchling on her rear against a withered form of a maple that matched their rotting surroundings. The lifeless woods neighboring the academy's ground had captured the residual brume of yesterday's past storm hiding the predators and their soon to be prey in the mist.

"It hurts! It hurts! Why don't you go cry about it?" Larry leaned in to rub Sendo's face in it with sadistic glee.

"You're voice is disgusting," Curly soon followed up with a leer.

"Yup. Disgusting is exactly right." Finished president as he took up a very shakespearean pose furthering the mock. Then before Yukari's very eyes the appearances of trio began to contort and misshapen into horrid reptilian forms. Saurian like raptor pupils narrowed in on the soon to be prey as a jaw of assorted fangs glistened with ravenous dribble. "It makes me sick…!"

"Your nothing but a DISGUSTING-SNOT-NOSED-SHRIMP-ASS-PUNK-BITCH! A thing like you doesn't belong HERE!" Yukari paled while readying her wand her confident demeanor gone. Self doubt began to creep among her thoughts as memories of her class's rejections festered like an open wound.

"What's wrong cat your tongue?" Moe mocked rhetorically.

"Magic Wand! Attack!" Yukari began her halfhearted chant. "Magic Wand Attack! Magic Wand Attack! Magic Wand Atta-"

"OH! SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!" the leader of the group launched himself forward to tear at the practice wand.

"Oh no he ate my magic wand!"

"Pff!" he spit out the remains. "Gross I've never tasted something so terrible in my life!"

"Oi, Suzy!" the terrible trio never stood a chance as a wave of white lightening tore its way through the wood sending them cascading into the near by pond like skipping stones. "Now coming from a lot who'd eat their own mother that isn't much of an insult Mr. President."

"Y-y-y-you!" growled the jittering Lizardman with an accusing finger as residual energy continued to sear him and his comrades.

"Are you daft? Who else would it be?" Charles's head cocked while his eyes were ablaze with astral bolts leaking from the edges. Moka merely stood by him eagerly cracking her knuckles ready to rid the world of the pests.

"Why? She's nothing but a prepubescent little brat!"

"You see Gecko-boy I've grown quite fond of that lovable little prat and I'd really appreciate it if you'd just bugger on off." MacWäird sighed as he noted the unyielding state of the troublesome triad. Despite their apparent dismay for their current situation the Lizards were holding their ground out of pride and loyalty for each other. Charles made a reputable smile at their bravery before frowning as they began to edge their way closer to the powerhouse duo. "Moka can you handle this?"

The vampiress gave him a questioning look. She was not expecting for Charles to backdown from a fight. "If go I any further I might kill them," he shrugs as the stooges trudged their way out of the lagoon. "They're soaking wet."

"So?" Moka began her customary staring contest with the highlander.

"So water acts like amplifiers for me, and I promised Headmaster Mikogami I wouldn't kill any of the students this semester," he said while walking over to tend to a confused Yukari. "Hey lassie got ya call. You all right?"

"Umm yes…a-and thank you for coming to save me," Yukari blush a little before staring at Moka with childlike fascination, 'silver hair and red eyes the legendary S-class monster a Vampire.'

Moka sighed in defeat as she made a malevolent smirk at the trio letting her limitless yoki reserves flow out of her very being and then channeling it into every muscle and fiber of her comely form. The Geckos didn't even last a second in their weakened state

" . PLACE!" she declared after bunting the leader of the bunch into high orbit well past the thermosphere with his goons in tow.

"All right, now you're just showing off." Charles chuckled while scooping up the witchling into his arms to bring her back to the academy, "Come wee lassie lets get ya to the infirmary just incase."

"I…uh-um ok," Yukari flushed as she instinctively nuzzled into MacWäird's chest, 'Is this…?'

'Legendary princess carry,' Moka frowned at the delighted look about Sendo's face. Akashiya's thought were betraying her at the moment as she wondering what it wound be like to be carried bridal styles by the Scot. 'Wait bridal…?' Her face soon flushed at the idea of an espousal with the Laird as she followed in tow. "Damn runt…."

"Hmm? What was that?" Charles looked back in confusion, "Something wrong Lady Akashiya?"

"N-nothing."

"Did you just stutter?" O.O

"NO! Now re-"

"Yes, yes remember me place. We're not married you know…" Charles teased, "at least not YET anyway."

"Yes…not yet….WAIT? WHAT!" Moka had stopped dead in her tracks as the thought of little dhampirs running about overwhelmed her collective consciousness. While Yukari's dreams seemed to revolve around being a paramour-housemaid tending to the little dhampirs of her Master and Mistress. Charles oblivious of the perversity of the thoughts coming from the witchling in his arms was considering a visit to Diagon Alley's South Side after eying what remained of Sendo's training wand.

A Week Later:
"So you tripped on a random banana peel while going down the stairs of the boy's dormitory?" Questioned the witchling.

"Yup," that was Charles's story and he was sticking to it.

"That's how you lost your tooth."

"Yeah talk about rotten luck. Now I'll have to drink some Skele-Gro this weekend."

"Why not drink it now?"

"You've never broken anything before have you Yukari?" She just shook her head as he began to open the door like a proper gent, "Then let me tell you it's anything but pleasant re-growing bone."

"HAPPY! BIRTHDAY! YUKARI!" the moment Charles opened the cafeteria door little sendo was barraged with confetti and a chorus that was now hanging so thickly in the air that MacWäird was sure he saw excessively bright animated kanji giving birthday wishes to the youth. He had just lured the unsuspecting witchling to surprise celebration in honor of her special day.

"I-Is this all for meee?" She sniffled as Kurumu picked the colored paper out of her hair before placing a decorated tiara on her head.

"Yes," answered the assassin as he winked to Moka to guide the newly christened crying Twelve Year Old to her cake and presents.

A few hours had past since the beginning of the celebrations and young Yukari was still in shock. She had always celebrated her birthday with Mama and Papa never with friends. She had already received a Birthday Howler from her parents with and assorted collection of books via Owl. Blood Brothers: My Life Amongst the Vampires,
The Dark Arts Outsmarted, Saucy Tricks for Tricky Sorts, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, and Advanced Potion-Making were among the cumbersome informative collection. Moka had gone out of her displaying a hidden artisan talent for sewing as she presented a daffodil colored sundress for Yukari that earned the predictable squeal for joy. While an envious Kurumu reminded the witchling who it was that baked that triple chocolate she was now gorging herself on before handing her a basket full of Heart shaped Chocolate Chip Cookies. Charles merely watched contently as the girls jabbered away especial the now sugar high Sendo with a light smile on his face.

"Um… Charles-nii-sama?" Yukari spoke shyly shaking Charles from his thoughts.

"Yes?" He noticed the thoroughly wrapped package in gold leaf paper with the words 'Happy Birthday' in english repeating diagonally in an even darker shade of gold in her hands.

"Is this from you?" she asked while eyeing the expensive looking wrapping surround the narrow long package.

"I don't know is it?" Charles smiled revealing a missing canine as he he gestured for her to open it. Yukari tore into it without pause only to gasp when she found a regal looking letter attached to box labeled in gold leaf Ollivanders.

"Well are you going to read who's it from or not lassie?" Charles teased as Yukari took a deep breath to letter while Moka and Kurumu gave him curious looks.

"Dear Ms. Yukari Sendo," she started with shaky hands.
"Happy Birthday and greetings from Garrick Ollivander of Ollivander's Wand Shop. I am proud and honored to tell you that you in fact are the latest in a long line of famed wizards to receive one of my family's renowned hand crafted wands. As per the Ollivander tradition the wood chosen for this wand corresponds with you Celtic birth month to ensure you receive a wand with as natural an affinity you can get for an aspiring young witch such as yourself. This specific wand is carved from Lilac as per request of your benefactor for its innate ability to bring out the truest potential in its wielder. The core itself is something truly remarkable in fact such a wand has never been attempted in almost two centuries only because it requires a willing donor. It is for that reason alone that it has never been reattempted until now. A fang Ms. Sendo is the heart of your wand, but not just any fang young Yukari. It is the fang of a Forest Guardian or God if you still practice the old religion. You could only imagine my surprise when a Towairaito Ookami's fang made it's way into my humble shop for your special day. I can only begin to digress the power of this wand has under its command so use it wisely. Very few are privileged enough to receive such a gift and I suspect it will be another two centuries till such a wand is made again. Once again I wish you a Happy Twelfth Birthday Ms. Yukari Sendo and a productive first year at Yōkai Academy may all of your good dreams come true.

Sincerely,
Garrick Octavius Ollivander."

Yukari blinked in shock Ollivander's made some of the best wands in the world. Averaging around 200 Galleons per wand roughly around 131,000 Yen depending on the exchange rate. Custom jobs were immeasurable higher.

"H-How much did this c-cost?" Yukari paled at the implications while forgetting her manners. Her leg were like jelly as she dare not open the box to wand that could pay for her first and maybe second year's tuition.

"Yukari it's fine you don't want to spoil you Birthday do you?" Charles tried to redirect it.

"How much!?" she demanded angrily with tears in her eyes as she hopped up on to his lap to grab hold of his uniform's collar.

"About a hundredth of one my last contract's earnings. Yukari what's wrong?" Charles was confused by the fiery response he was getting from the witchling. 'What's eating her? Claret's Louboutins cost three times as much as Yukari wand and she was thrilled. Did I violate some Wizard taboo without realizing it?'

Yukari was shaking now while looking down muttering incoherently to herself. Charles just picked her up and then placed her in his seat still trying figure out what he did wrong, "I'm sorry Yuk I didn't mean to upset you-"

"Ravish me." She muttered causing MacWäird, Akashiya, and Kurono pale in horror.

"Yukari!" Moka cried while Kurumu's claws were beginning to lengthen with wrath.

"Ravish me! My Sugar daddy!" She proudly declared with visible hearts in her eyes. Charles resisted the urge to put his Five-seveN in his mouth and end the madness.

"Meh? Ravish you? A man who prides himself in shooting first and asking questions never when it concerns terrorists, pedophiles, and rapist? You want me to molest you?" Yukari nods only seemed to increase in intensity with each rhetorical from her perch.

"Hmm…let meh think about that," Charles gave a look of intensive pondering. "In ten years."

"Wha?"

"In ten years time I'll fulfill your request," Charles sagely declared.

"T-that's not fair!" the cutesy pout was in full force now. MacWäird expertly ignored it given the subject.

"Hey I didn't say no," Charles shrugged indifferently.

"But I want Charles-nii-sama NOW!"

"Ah! No butts young lady, or I'll put you over my lap."

"Ok." Yukari readied herself for punishment.

"W-wha…what are you doing?" o_O

"I'm ready for my punishment," she said the last bit in a sultry manner that made Charles's skin crawl, 'Oh god someone help me before I kill this prat.'

"Here let me help," sensing his plight Kurumu expertly swiped the perverse witchling away from Charles laying her on the Succubus's lap to dish-out her own form of divine retribution.

"Wha?! No! Charles-nii-sama save ME!"

Charles grimaced as he recalled Kurumu's retribution. Omote Moka was trying to deescalate the situation while Ura-hime was demanding a more severe punishment for the perverse witch. It would have made a rather funny sketch in some outrageous comedy if it wasn't for the fact that MacWäird was stuck in the middle of it all.

"Bollocks were did I put that bottle," muttering to himself he swung his bare feet off the bed to grab a glass. He really didn't want to risk dreaming about anything that happen today as he yanked the Dwarven Scotch from its hidey-hole, "Alright 1783 hit meh."