Hello fans of fan fiction. I hope you've all been well. I've been doing pretty fair myself, but I've only been getting about four hours of sleep a night. I recently updated chapter 3 to tell everyone that Chapter 4 would be very important, and, if you've stuck with me, then I suppose you'll find out why by the end of the chapter. I've been worried that I might have driven away some readers by killing Moka, but you have to remember that this is a romance fic. I can't let something as a main character being suddenly killed stop the development of the plot can I? Here you are, chapter 4.

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Disclaimer: I do not claim the rights to any of the characters in this story and acknowledge that they are the property of their owner Ikeda Akihisa.

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Tsukune's mind remained frail, but it had at least began to allow him the privilege of thought. It seemed that the truth had finally sunk in, and that he was forced to accept it. The realization that she was gone had not come easily, nor without painlessly, but it had come. Moka had returned to the earth. "She's in a better place." Tsukune told to himself, trying to retain the tears building yet again. "b-but, h-how can s-she be better of w-without m-me?" The force of his tears took hold, even in his head they had caused him to stammer.

Tsukune sat in Nekonome-sensei's class. His head sis not sink in shame, even when every other person in the room had begun to stare at him. He was no longer a creature who based his actions on pride; he was no longer ashamed to be seen in this state. Besides, even if someone in the room had been so bold as to make some snide remark to him, Yukari, Mizore, and Kurumu would never have allowed it to pass.

Eventually, class resumed, the students and the teacher merely trying to ignore the faint noises of sorrow echoing from the corner of the classroom. For a moment, Tsukune paused. He was not certain, at first, why he had paused. For a moment he thought he had exhausted the amount of tears his body could produce, but then he heard it again. For a second time he heard the voice that had snapped him from his mournful cries. It was the only voice that had ever ceased his sorrow, even for a moment. He bolted around in his chair, the sound had come from behind him. Tsukune stared, he had not allowed himself to believe it, but somehow his suspicion of the voice's owner had been correct.

She sat there, a sight to the entire world. Moka was seated behind him, in plain view to the world. If only for that moment the world had not meant Tsukune.

Kurumu, Yukari, and Mizore saw it all. They alone witnessed the moment of insanity, everyone else was to busy with the lesson to be bothered. Though none of them could be certain of what Tsukune was doing, they all had a strong feeling it wasn't a good sign.

Tsukune began to stretch his arm outward. He could finally feel the softness of her skin once more, and, in that moment, he could be certain that Moka had returned to him. He continued to reach for her, never questioning how she could be sitting before him. As his hand drew close to her cheek, the feel of the moment shifted. A feeling of uncertainty crept over Tsukune. In the all consuming moment of foreboding, the world grew dim. His hand was less than an inch from her, when he new something was wrong. Tsukune peered at her closely, and, as he did, she collapsed into dust. All she was, all she would ever be was dust.

A scream of frustration rattled the windows of the room. Sadness and hurt had cemented into feelings of rage and conviction. The holy lock behaved as it had in the woods, flipping and twisting in the air, as is possessed by some unseen familiar. Tsukune cut a path straight through the wall immediately to his left. Bloodlust had once more taken hold of him, this time however, Moka was not around to stabilize his condition.

Tsukune made a mad dash for the woods. He could sense the others trying to follow him, but it made no difference, there speed was nothing to him. It took seconds to penetrate deep into the vast forest. Tsukune had allowed instinct to override reason, and instinct was guiding him right back to the spot where he had last seen her alive, truly alive. He ran not towards the scene of her death, but to the last place where he knew she had been truly happy. Tsukune closed in on the large tree where the two of them had spent the last happy moments of their live.

It took almost no time at all to find the spot. Tsukune could never forget the location of such an important place. He could still feel the Yokai of the others chasing after him, but they were miles in his tracks.

"Moka-san, I will see you again." Tsukune had said the words happily, for the first time in ages he felt pure bliss. A single, final, tear of happiness ran down his right cheek. He brought his hand to his throat, knowing that his time was wearing thin. He could sense that the others knew why he had come here, and he knew that if he did not hurry, they would try to put a stop to it.

He tightened his grip. His breathing halted. For a moment, his humanity dot in the way, urging him not to complete the task. It was not a hard thing to overcome, he merely channeled as much energy as he could into the holy lock, knowing that, even if it broke he would still take his life. The nature of a ghoul was funny that way. All they sought was blood, even if it was their own.

With thunderous cracking noises, the seal finally broke. The chains of the lock let out one final scream of despair before eroding to the fine smoothness of sand, the lock itself crashing to the ground at his feet.

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He had done it. Tsukune's ghoul power took hold, and crushed his throat without second thought. As death blurred his vision, Tsukune took in what would be his final glimpse of the mortal world. Standing near him, he saw a strange shadowy figure looming above. Mustering just enough clarity to see the being's face, Tsukune realized that the board chairman was now standing leaning over him, a strange gem in hand.

A strange feeling surged through Tsukune. He felt the strength return to his body, the hands of death lessening their grip. He wanted to fight back. He wanted his right to die, but it was useless, he found himself utterly immobilized. As he began to loose hope of ever seeing Moka again, his eyes began to cringe at a blinding light. Tsukune felt himself rush upward, lifted by some mysterious force. "Is this death?" he asked himself allowed. He had always though dying to be a harsher experience than this.

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"Will, he be awake soon?" asked a warm female voice, clearly she was full of worry. "It shouldn't take a great deal longer, why, he should return at any moment." replied the voice of the board chairmen.

Tsukune had already gained semi-consciousness. His senses of hearing and touch had returned to him. He had heard the worried tone of the young woman, and now he could feel that she was clinging tightly his chest, repeating his name over and ever.

"Tsukune, Tsukune, please wake up. Wake up Tsukune!"

Tsukune suddenly gained full control of his body. He had just figured out what was happening. He threw himself upright, he knew by the voice who was there.

He flung his arms around her, this time she did not fade away. He released her from his embrace, and he opened his eyes.

The most marvelous, happiest green eyes he had ever seen stared back at him.

He knew better now then to waste such precious moments. " I love you." he whispered to her. "Akashiya Moka-san, I love you."

Tsukune pulled her close, not worried about how she would react, and kissed her.

He breathed his soul into her with that kiss, but this time, she breathed back.

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Well, what do you think about that. It seemed like the majority of my readers actually believed Moka was dead, but there you have it, she is most definitely alive. I assure you this is not another trick, she really is fine. Still, there is the question of what exactly happened. Well, I hope you'll read my next chapter when it come out in order to find out.