Get What You Want Ch 4

What have I done...What have I done...What have I done...

We have done nothing that wasn't forced upon by the actions of a stubborn human.

The whirling mists of steam filled the bathtub she kneeled in, letting the near scalding herb filled water and washrag scrub over her body. Her head rested on the mauve tile wall the faucet came out of, letting her long pink hair fall wetly over the sides of her face. The aches in her body were slightly soothed by the numbing heat, but that still didn't stop some of the stings here and there from completely disappearing.

It made her all the more aware they were there, if anything.

How long have I been in here? She wondered, looking out to the right past her pink tresses, over to the sink and mirror just a bit further away then her arms length. Condensation had built up over the reflective surface, making thick droplets fall down in little streams and onto the floor.

In a little rack, she saw Tsukune's tooth brush, dental floss, and two different types of mouthwash. It was right next to hers.

She remembered the day they went to go buy them. It was an annoyance of hers that she he went to buy two different types of mouthwash. He liked wintergreen mint and she liked cinnamon. When she asked why did he get wintergreen, he said, simply that he just liked it. She had always liked cinnamon and couldn't understand why he would not just share hers. Mouthwash was just mouthwash, but he still chuckled and promised that he wouldn't be taking any of hers.

What had been a slight bother to her was something that also brought up a memory she had no intention of reliving, but it came back anyways.

Moka just finished gargling and spit her mouthwash out, then tapped her mouth with a towel, just like she did every morning after waking up. Rinsing the sink and wiping it down, she had just put the towel away when the door creeked open.

"Tsukune!" She squeaked, but it was too late.

Her mate and lover walked in with sweat pants on with his hair all disheveled, even with the huge 'X' on his chest, looking wearily refreshed after a shower and his other morning rituals he still looked delectable. He always woke up earlier then her and just loved to tease her.

"Good morning, Moka-chan," he approached her with his hands on her nightgown, right at her hips.

His hands always strayed towards her hips.

"What are you doing?" She squirmed away from him, her pouting chide always drew him closer to her. "I'm in the bathroom!"

"I know, Moka-chan," he smiled so warmly at her, his brown eyes taking in her jade green ones with such love, with such utter devotion that it always made her pout start to tilt towards a smile. "but what kind of morning would be complete without a good morning kiss?'

Then he kissed her.

"You taste like cinnamon," he smacked his lips at her, with false disapproval.

"And you taste like mint," she pointed out, but he kissed her again, pulling her closer to taste her deeper, pulling her body close to his and feel the thin fabric of her night gown press against his skin.

She melted each and every time he kissed her so familiarly, so intimately, as if she was his and there was just no one else he would ever even consider to share in his life with but her.

When they parted, he would tease her by playing with that lock of hair that never seemed to settle with the other pink hair strands. "I don't like cinnamon."

"I don't care for mint," She rebuttled with a smile, leaning her head in his hand.

She absolutely loved it when he touched her. It wasn't hard to tell that he also enjoyed putting his hands on her hair.

"But I do like kissing you." She said when she lifted her chin to him, but he turned away with mock disapproval.

"Oh, I don't know if I could handle kissing someone who tastes like cinnamon."

"Tsukune!" She pouted at him, clearly wounded that he would turn away one of her tender affections.

"Maybe there's an onion or some wusabi in the kitchen...I'm sure SOMETHING could be-"

"Hmph!" She turned her back to him and started to stomp out of the bathroom.

She knew how to play his game as well.

"Moka-chan!" he tackled her around her waist, eventually pulling her onto the bed.

"EEeek!"

They tussled in bed, her hitting him several times with a pillow.

"You're so mean!"

"Mean? I just got clobbered by five pillow strikes! I don't think you're using enough fabric softener."

She grumbled at him with severe eyes and her arms crossed.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that so much anymore," She huffed, turning her cheek away at him in playful indignation. "I'll make sure to get some more when I go to the grocery along with wusabi and onions. I'd hate for you to not have enough to kiss when you wake up in the morning."

"Aaah," he scratched his head meekly, looking extremely humble. "I guess I could suffer a little bit of cinnamon."

She peered at him through narrowed eyes and pursed lips. "Oh, what a sacrifice. Are you sure? I would hate for you to be stuck with me and my horrible cinnamon kisses."

He settled himself over half of her, brushing the long locks of hair from her eyes and looked at her with notable regret. "Never being able to kiss you like this would be the worst thing that could ever happen to me, Moka-chan."

"Tsukune..."

"I love you, Moka." He lowered himself to her lips, his eyes closed and his lips parted.

"I love you too." She received him eagerly, inhaling just as his lips sealed over hers, taking her breath and savoring her taste.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and his hand touched her cheek.

They hadn't made love that morning, there were just too many things to do that day, but seeing him look at her like that and with so much need and love was just as thrilling, if not more so, then the physical act. That memory lasted her for years to come.

It was supposed to be the worst thing that could ever happen to him, not kissing us. Inner Moka's thoughts occurred to Outer as she stared at the green bottle of mouthwash, one hand coming to her lips.

Instead, he let us kiss another man, right in front of him. We didn't want to. We wanted it to be him, always him! He didn't stop us. He didn't even move or say anything! Didn't it mean anything for him to listen to us? To hear everything that was happening and not once try and stop us? Why didn't he stop us!

The bile in her stomach threatened to come up again like it had not so long ago. Didn't Tsukune love us enough to try and stop us?

He always fought us tooth and nail to protect us, even get on our nerves and get in our way if it didn't suit his morals and ethics, but he just sat there and let us be used at Gin's disposal like nothing, her inner voice seethed in her mind.

After her revelation in the hall, Outer Moka had spent the good bit of five minutes over the sink, feeling the acidic burn of guilt in her soul as it did in her throat equaled a reality in bits and pieces. Getting a cup of water and swishing out the vile aftertaste, she blindly grabbed some mouthwash and sipped it then spit it out by reflex.

It had been Tsukune's.

That had been half an hour or so ago. The water was starting to cool so it had to have been a good bit of time, but she wasn't sure. Moka didn't think anything of it then. After washing her hair, her body, basically, 'Gin' off of her and 'out' of her, she noticed that when she spit the wash out it left a bit of spray around the sink and the wall, also leaving the humid room filled with mint and wet soap.

She needed to clean the sink. The room smelled too strongly of mint.

Her back buckled forward as she snuffled into her hands, almost sucking up water in the process.

"I can't believe we did that," She spoke to the lukewarm water around her. "What's wrong with us? How could we do that to-?"

Knock, knock.

She glanced at the door to see it open, Gin peeked his head in with an appreciative smile.

"Good morning, beautiful." His eyes roamed over her with delighted appraisal, his eyes staring suggestively at the bruises on her breast and looking hungrily at her nipples.

"Gin," She tried to cover herself, but there was still the memory of him over her, inside of her, and the sound of her own breath, her own cries as he had his way with her. "I really appreciate you coming over, but if you wouldn't mind, I think it would be best if you went home. Tsukune and I have a lot to talk about."

Her sempai gave her an incredulous look as if she just said something horribly funny.

He even laughed.

She frowned at him, but he dismissed it with a wave. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Moka-chan. If you insist, I'll go. However, I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind sharing a bath with me. You know, I would like to go home clean too. I could wash your back."

Her scowl didn't deter him.

"Oh, don't look at me like that." He smirked at her. "What? Are you afraid your boyfriend is going to come here?"

She just stared at him, realizing how true it was and how much it hurt, how painfully gut wrenchingly true that the displacement of seeing Gin there where Tsukune should have been was so starkly different and uncomfortable.

Tsukune was the only man she had shared anything intimate with in her whole life.

Now there was the handsome Newspaper President here in her bathroom with her.

"C'mon, Moka," Gin closed the door behind him, walking over to her as he crossed into her space inside the bath one foot at a time. "Look at you. You're afraid of me and staring at me as if I've done something wrong to you. Look at this."

He let the back of his knuckles graze several dark blotches on her breasts, on her neck. She flinched a little at his touch.

"And this..." he turned his back to her, showing her long angry red marks that went down from his shoulders to his hips, all in rows of threes or fours, some zig zagged, she assumed from when he was moving on top of her and she trying to grip him in the midst of her euphoric tumble.

"I didn't come here unannounced and forced you, Moka-chan. In fact, you kissed me first." He turned around to look at her, taking her trembling hands into her own, forcing her large pain filled eyes to look at him, "You lead me to your room by hand, asked me if I would father you children, unbuttoned my clothes, pulled me on top of you, and held me with your legs into you."

A lone tear fell down her eye.

She really did do all that, didn't she?

"I remember when I gave you each and everyone one of those," he cupped her beautifully soft breast, playing with her nipple with a rub of the pads of his thumb. Her shoulders shifted away from him, pulling away from the sensitive contact, but he could tell that it wasn't because she didn't like it. Quite the opposite, in fact, but it was the confusion and hurt that she expressed with her eyes, in her breathing that made him continue on. "and when you gave these to me. "

He showed her his neck where several bruises had appeared.

Did she drink he blood? She couldn't even remember what he tasted like.

"You weren't exactly fighting me and, if I remember correctly, you were really enjoying yourself." He chuckled playfully, comfortingly with his suggestive linger of dark brown eyes on her lips. "Would it be so bad to enjoy yourself some more? You were not exactly shy about asking for it, and I'm not going to deny you."

He settled himself close to her in the tub, making some of the water almost rise over the edge and onto the floor. Things were moving so fast again. She was trying to figure out what to do next and how to do it. All though, a part of her did want Gin to touch her again.

It would feel better then this ache that wouldn't seem to stop.

Inner Moka's womanly voice spoke to her, unregretful and unrepentant, What is there to regret now? What is done is done. This is just another moment to be blamed by Tsukune's obstinacy.

It also distracted her from the pain of what she did to Tsukune.

"Just think," Gin lowered his lips to hers, kissing her.

She didn't respond but she didn't exactly push him away.

"How would it look to our children if the mother and father couldn't be seen being intimate with each other? We have to show them how to be loving and tender while we're together, shouldn't we?"

Moka's mouth worked to say something, but she could only stare at him. Even Inner Moka was supporting the union to be enjoyed again.

He had a point and then another one hit home.

Her hand went to her stomach.

Was she pregnant?

No, it would take at least a week to find out and, above all, vampires were normally very infertile so that's why it normally took several centuries for a pure blood to be born. However, did that rule also apply to partial breeds.

...partial breeds...

The thought almost made her sick all over again.

Father and our sisters don't have to know about this for now. Inner Moka suggested through the whine of her outer's mental cries. If anything, they'll look at this as a way of being cruel to our partner to show them their place. They may even approve of the act. However...

Her family would never accept a partial breed into their fold. They had barely accepted Tsukune because he was now a second born vampire. The human anatomy was the easiest to manipulate into other monster forms, so when Tsukune and her had a child, even if it was more or less vampire, it wasn't like it was any other creature that had features that couldn't be explained.

Now a werewolf...

She looked up and him and whimpered.

Had her children grew a tail, pointed ears, fur, an elongated snout, and howled at the moon...

There would not be enough explaining to cover those traits and gain her father's approval. Lord Akashiya would be extremely displeased that her daughter had a child outside of the boundaries he had allowed for Tsukune to succeed. Then there was the fact that if she did have Gin's child without her father's approval, it would surely put her sempai's life in danger.

What have we done?

It doesn't matter. Vampires rarely are fertile to other species, let alone other vampires. The only children we'll bare are Tsukune's once we get him to apologize to us for making us go this far and when he understands that we WON'T allow his species to interfere with our legacy's upbringing!

"What's going on in that head of yours, Moka-chan?" Gin pulled her out of her reverie, kissing her again with a slow touch of his lips, even going so far as to part her own and slide his tongue over hers.

He was pleased to see her kiss him back.

When they parted, Outer Moka still had tears in her eyes. "We did something wrong, Gin."

"I know, Moka-chan." Gin still seemed remorseless. "But what's done is done."

I think it's time him and I meet.

"Gin," Moka touched the jewel at her breast, "Take off my rosario?"

Why did you ask him to do that?

Tsukune could do it the first time I met him. I am curious if it has anything to do with love or with just wanting to protect me.

Gin doesn't love us.

Yes he does, but not in the same way.

Lust and love are different.

But he does have a little for us. I have no doubt.

Gin kissed her again, receiving her arms to wrap around his neck as one hand cupped her breast and the other pulled at the rosario...

"I'm so glad I'll be able to enjoy you and your other half, Moka-chan. Tsukune doesn't know what he is missing. Thank you for giving me this honor."

She shook her head, unable to say anything let alone be reminded that her Tsukune was not the one touching her.

The choker at her neck yanked a few times, the chain that held the sacred artifact held itself in place.

Nothing happened.

Disappointed, but not exactly surprised it didn't, Moka removed the rosario with a 'plink'.

Red fluid youkai energy filled the room, soon absorbing itself into Moka, fading her pink hair a gleaming silver and paling her skin. Gin watched as the body in his arms became fuller, longer, just over all more womanly, especially the fuller breast in his hand.

Red slit eyes peeped open and Gin realized he almost draped over Inner Moka in a way that was not only overly familiar, but just a bit too close now that he looked at those deep, slightly scowling facade.

Her arms were still over Gin's neck, her body almost aligned with his, but there was this feeling of 'warning' that made him pause before continuing to be affectionate.

"Good afternoon, Moka-san." he gave her a respectful grin that still didn't hide his want of her.

"Morioka Ginei," She greeted his name formally, as one would at a grand hall. Her deep, sultry voice held a slight sliver of authority, of warning that said, 'displease me, and I'll show you your place."

When Gin moved to kiss her, she watched him carefully, daring him to do something even slightly to become too forward, take her for granted in some way that would anger her.

Before he could touch his lips to her, she said, "Do you believe you could be so informal with me just because you have been so with my outer self?"

"I assumed because Outer Moka and I..." he began, but she shook her head at him.

"Don't ever assume with me, Ginei." She narrowed her eyes dangerously.

He swallowed, eventually nodding.

"I think I should go," he started to scoot away from her, splashing water over the edge of the tub and onto the floor. He removed his hand from her breast as if it burned him.

"Why do you wish to leave? Does being here with me upset you?" She growled when his movements made her shift uncomfortably, watching him get up and out of the water.

He hadn't even really washed off.

"I think I've overstayed my welcome." he took the only towel off the shelf and dried himself off, scurrying down the hall.

Inner Moka hissed at his sudden departure. This was supposed to be the boy who her and Outter had threatened Tsukune to be the father of her children, to lay with her in bed and allow her into her body? Tsukune had more bravery in leaps and bounds then this boy. Of course, he also had a lot more time to get used to her then Ginei.

"Very well," Moka told to no one, reaching over and putting her rosario back onto her choker, flushing the power out of her and seeping it into her charm.

We can pick this up later, when and if Tsukune needs another reminder that there are other's out there that would be more then willing to share my side.

Maybe we should just stop. Won't it be easier for him to come back if we're NOT with another man in our room? How are we supposed to have his children when we don't even know where he is?

Think like a vampire, you weakling.

Outer Moka flinched at her Inner's harsh words.

We have all of eternity to make him come back to us.

Outer Moka sank herself into the water, whimpering quietly.

Yes, she had Gin, but he was only supposed to be the one to make Tsukune realize what he lost. What she wanted was Tsukune to see what a mistake it was to have this happen and then come back to her and apologize! She didn't want to wait an eternity! She needed him now.

Her stomach lurched again and she felt like she was going to throw up again.

Even her own thoughts betrayed her real feelings.

No matter what she tried to convince herself to believe, she knew what she had done was inconceivably wrong of her. She needed to get out of the house and see if she could find him. At a minimum, she needed to see if he needed anything. He left his clothes, his things...did he even have anything to eat?

When was the last time he fed? A vampire, even a second born one who didn't feed regularly could be dangerous. Moka got out of the bath and realized she didn't have a towel to dry herself with.


Gin was in the bed room, finding his things that were strewn about, all the while chuckling proudly to himself.

"One down, one to go. Oh, what a wonderful life this is going to be." he brushed his hands through his hair and winked at himself in the mirror in self congratulations.

A cell phone rang on the end of the night stand.

Picking it up, he looked at the number and didn't recognize it. Shrugging, he answered it. He was sure that no too many people in the human world knew of Inner Moka so it would be safe to say that either Moka or Tsukune weren't here.

Besides, this could be a nice way to earn Inner Moka's favor. He couldn't wait to get in between those thighs when she became a little more receptive to it, for now it was best to take it slow with her. It wouldn't do to upset her even a little when she could rip him limb from limb, even in his werewolf form. The thought alone put chills down his back.

He loved a challenge.

"Hello! Thank you for calling the home of the lovely Akashiya Moka, this is Gin how can I help you."

A long pause made him stare at the phone to ensure the line was still connected.

"Gin? What are you doing answering Tsukune's phone? Will you be joining us for dinner tonight? I wanted to make sure there wasn't going to be a change of plans. Oh, I do wish Tsukune would warn me about having you kids over so I can make sure I have enough food..."

It was Mrs Aono, Tsukune's mom.

Before he could say anything, Moka's voice called out in the background...


"Gin," She propped the door open and called our. "I don't mind sharing the bath, but would you mind bringing me the towel after you're done? I need it."

Gin rushed next to her not to much after wards, mouth a gap. In one hand he had a semi wet towel and in the other he had a cell phone.

Moka stared at it curiously, until she heard the voice on the other end of the line speak up.

"Moka? Is that you? Why are you sharing a bath with Gin and where is Tsukune? Is he there with you? Hello? Moka? I want answers right now!"

The very sound of Mrs Aono's voice and the reality of what she heard made the pink haired young woman want to swallow her tongue in fright.

Whatever she may or may not have planned to keep within the confines of her and Tsukune, possibly even her friends just went one step beyond her control. No matter what she had planned for her children and for their future, she had hoped that it would have been months if not years till Tsukune's family was aware or not aware of the fact that they were not going to be involved with Moka's children.

However, having Tsukune's mother, and very soon his family, against her did not bode well for any chances of reconciliation.

What do I do now?